Dressed as cannon fodder who picks up a down-and-out villain GL MTL

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In early May, it finally cleared up in Wu Town, which had been cloudy for several days.

The sun is scorching, and the summer heat is already there before summer has even entered.

The sun had just set, and there was only a trace of afterglow left in the sky.

Tang Qing stepped on the light reflected by the afterglow and wandered through the streets of Wuzhen. Then he squatted under a locust tree and took out a dry steamed bun, and ate the cold white rice he got from an acquaintance on the street. Take a bite.

Tsk, tsk, choke to death.

But she still had to work hard to eat, after all, there was not much money in her pocket.

After swallowing the dry steamed buns with a bowl of water, Tang Qing drew a lot to try his luck.

The so-called lottery system in her mind unceremoniously gave her a lottery that was enough to make her face darken.

——On the third day of April, in the evening, it is better to sit quietly at home and not to go out.

Tang Qing glanced at it and didn't believe it.

She always felt that the extra magic stick system in her mind was of no use except making herself more like a deceitful stick.

After all, the lot can only be drawn once a day, and the results of the lot are sometimes accurate and inconsistent. The accuracy rate is even more ridiculous than her fortune-telling with spiritual power, which already shows the problem.

When he first crossed over, Tang Qing was quite happy to get such a golden finger.

With a system to help with fortune-telling, she doesn't have to spend spiritual energy to make fortune-telling, which is energy-saving and environmentally friendly.

Every day, she washes her hands religiously before daring to draw lots. She also strictly follows the instructions on the lot, for fear that she will be in bad luck and lose her fortune.

Later, practice brings true knowledge.

She already has a unique understanding of the comments given by this magic stick system.

If it was a good sign, it must be that the magic stick system started to show up, saving her the spiritual energy she had to spend on her own fortune-telling.

Although the spiritual power saved is not much, the mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

She doesn't mind it.

If it is a sign...

Oh, feudal superstition is unacceptable!

Tang Qing glanced at the comment that was obviously signed, snorted coldly, and began to try again with his spiritual power that had been restricted by this world since passing through, leaving only a small puddle in his Dantian.

Well, the hexagrams and the comments given by the lottery system are exactly the same.

What is more detailed than the lottery system is that the hexagram indicates that if she comes out today, she will make a small fortune in the near future.

But the small fortune mentioned in the hexagram, in the eyes of the cash-strapped Tang Qing, had only four subtexts: I will die!

At this time, her face was really dark. She looked melancholy at the locust tree above her head, poked the wrinkled tree body, and sighed: "Hey, do you think I should do another fortune-telling?" She used her precious spiritual power

. The calculated hexagram results were not as she expected. Tang Qing felt that this was feudal superstition.

Since it is feudal superstition, it must be false.

No matter what you say, you have to tell the facts to provide evidence. It's not like she hasn't learned anything since she came to this world.

The probability theory that those students need to learn has a very scientific basis.

How can anything be summed up in one word?

Of course, she needs to test it a few more times. Maybe there is a prediction that she will become rich overnight?

The locust tree shook its leaves, motionless in the wind, and seemed to be talking to the person squatting under the tree.

Tang Qing waved his hand, wiped his face and continued to sigh: "Oh, it still doesn't work. It's hard to cultivate spiritual power, and you have to exchange it for merit. It's not cost-effective." As she said this, she shook her legs that were numb from squatting and looked into the distance

. at.

The locust tree became silent and became a street tree.

Soon, the town was shrouded in night, and in the hazy twilight, every house on both sides of the streets lit up their lights.

Tang Qing stood up and returned the bowl to the counter of an old acquaintance's shop opposite. After a few more pleasantries, she turned across the street and went to a house near a house. She found a big tree, jumped up and took a nap against the trunk.

There was no need to go down the mountain today.

But the nameless Taoist temple where I live has not been open for nearly half a month. As soon as I can't find a way to make some money to meet the expenses, I will eat nothing.

It happened that there was a big family here in Wu Town. They said their house was a little uneasy and asked someone to come over and take a look, so Tang Qing came down the mountain.

Even at the risk of losing your money.

In fact, there is nothing we can do about it.

If she doesn't go out, she will eat dirt, and if she goes out, she will lose money. It's a dilemma between the two, and all that's left is a long sigh that has come to an end.

In addition, this family's entrustment came to the door, and she would be implicated in the cause and effect if she didn't take action.

If something happens later, given the stingy nature of the world, her performance, that is, her merit, may be deducted.

But merit is related to her spiritual power, or cultivation.

In the world of cultivation, Tang Qing was used to having plenty of spiritual energy at all times to prepare for emergencies, but she had already had a problem with the small puddle in her Dantian that was never full for a long time.

There is no aura in this world, so she can only rely on merit to exchange with heaven.

Leaning against the tree trunk, she closed her eyes and paid attention to the movements in the wealthy family's house.

A few hours passed, and as the time slowly approached midnight, the surrounding temperature dropped significantly, as if I was in an air-conditioned room with ultra-low temperature.

Even the buzzing insects that were noisy before disappeared.

Tang Qing opened his eyes and sat on a tree branch staring at the house below.

A group of black shadows slowly approached the courtyard door of the big family's house in the already gloomy night, and then was knocked back by the Bagua mirror hanging at the door.

The other party did not give up, but continued to test.

Probably when the wealthy family was building a house, they put a lot of thought into the town house. The black shadow circled around but couldn't find a chance to get in.

Then the shapeless black shadow left.

Tang Qing's consciousness spread out and followed the black shadow that ran away.

When it comes back again, it will be surrounded by a bunch of fishy things that don't know what it is.

Then he threw the pile of stuff into the courtyard of the wealthy family through the courtyard wall without stopping.

Tang Qing waited for so long, and finally waited for it to take action. With a slight movement of his spiritual thoughts, he restrained the opponent and moved it under the tree.

The guy who was bound by her consciousness showed his true form during the struggle.

It was a fluffy little native dog, its teeth had not yet grown in, but its body was covered with broken wounds, maintaining the same state as it was at the last moment of its life.

It looks quite scary in the middle of the night.

Tang Qing could tell what this little local dog wanted to do with just one glance.

The resentment on its body is so thick that it will turn into a resentful spirit in one day. By then, the Bagua mirror at the door of a large family's courtyard may not be able to restrain it.

With a long sigh, Tang Qing gathered some spiritual energy, allowing the little native dog's eyes, which were as dark as black holes, to regain their clarity.

It looked up at her, let out a low whimper, and then crawled down, wagging its tail.

The furry little cub's broken wounds disappeared, and it returned to its chubby appearance. He looked like he was only a few months old.

Tang Qing jumped down from the tree, patted the puppy's head gently, and said gently: "Don't be angry, sister will take you in."

The puppy whined twice and let her hold it in her arms obediently.

The Bagua mirror at the door was about to shine, but was frightened by Tang Qing's fluttering glance. The mirror shook and started to pretend to be dead.

A man and a dog came forward and knocked on the door.

The sound of footsteps soon came from the courtyard, and more than one person was heard coming out, and then a trembling voice asked: "Who?" Tang Qing said calmly: "The Wuming

Taoist Temple was entrusted to come down the mountain to take orders."

The person behind the door relaxed. He sighed and started to pull the door bolt.

Tang Qing patted the puppy and followed the people in the courtyard into the house after the door opened, taking a look at the layout of the house along the way.

It seems that he is indeed a wealthy businessman who is not short of money, and even got the house-killing beast.

Even if the puppy becomes a resentful spirit and can come in, I'm afraid it won't be able to do anything good, and in the end it won't even be able to reincarnate.

Entering the house, she was greeted politely by the hostess and sat down in the living room, listening to the other party's chatter.

It's just that there is always a stench in the yard in the past two days, but the source can't be found. Moreover, her precious grandson always complains that his body hurts and he can't eat or sleep well. Even if he goes to the hospital, he can't find out the results.

In just two days, the child lost a lot of weight.

The whole family was overwhelmed, but after a tip from the paper-making shop in the town, they realized that they needed to ask someone to come and take a look.

Tang Qing had a faint expression on his face. After listening to the hostess's ramble, he proposed to go see the child. ·

When he arrived at the child's room, the obedient puppy in Tang Qing's arms suddenly became hairy. If it hadn't been restrained, it would have pounced on the child and bit him severely.

Being bitten by a resentful puppy is no joke.

She glanced at the little boy who was not sleeping soundly and felt uncomfortable all over. There was no sympathy in her eyes. She just touched his forehead to make a show of it, took back the black energy that the puppy had finally thrown into his body, and took out two more coins from her pocket. She handed the pills to the hostess who had been staring at her, and said: "Give one pill now, one pill tomorrow morning, go out and bask in the sun at noon, and you will be fine." The hostess didn't believe it, after all, in her opinion, the

little The girl just touched her grandson's forehead.

It was as light as touching the table, and there was no skill at all.

But the child on the bed stopped fussing after being touched, and fell asleep peacefully without complaining of pain. The hostess had to believe the immediate effect.

With a smile, she accepted the jelly beans dipped in spiritual energy from Tang Qing, invited the person out of the room, and paid the commission.

Rich people are generous in their dealings, and the rewards they give are much higher than ordinary orders.

If you can get it successfully, you will not only be able to say goodbye to the days of eating steamed buns this month, but you will also be able to save some money.

Of course, this is a case of successfully getting paid.

Naturally, there will be times when things don't go well.

Such as now.

Tang Qing secretly poked and tried to take the money handed over by the hostess. The thick stack of bills began to shrink until there were only three bills left.

It shrunk from five thousand to three hundred, and the hostess holding the note didn't react at all.

Tang Qing glanced at the dark sky outside the window and rolled his eyes indifferently.

Three hundred, just three hundred, is better than nothing.

She took a thick stack of bills, pulled out three and stuffed them into her pocket. The remaining money must be donated to a specific organization, otherwise she will be unlucky and broke.

After the hostess paid him, she praised Tang Qing a few times.

But the central idea is just one sentence: My precious grandson is much more valuable than these five thousand pieces of gold.

Full of nouveau riche atmosphere.

Tang Qing glanced at her, said nothing, and just touched the puppy in his arms.

After leaving the house, the imprisoned puppy in his arms began to lose his temper and pointed its plump butt at Tang Qing.

There was no fear at all when facing the big boss before, and it clearly expressed its dissatisfaction.

Tang Qing, whose hard-earned money had shrunk significantly and had to spend his spiritual power to save the kid, sighed: "That guy will suffer physical and flesh pain next. If he continues to lie in bed, he will escape. I will cure him by letting him go." Once he suffers the same pain as you did, don't be angry. If he sends you to be reincarnated, he can have a good afterlife." If she hadn't vented her

anger on the puppy, her reward wouldn't have shrunk to that level.

That boy killed a living creature, so he should be taught a lesson.

But Tang Qing took action and caused the disaster that he had avoided due to illness to come to him again. Although his life was not in danger, he was still recorded in the book of heaven.

Tsk, small belly chicken intestines.

The puppy, coaxed by the gentle voice, looked over with a pair of dark eyes, as if he didn't believe it.

Tang Qing stopped explaining, raised his hand and caressed the puppy's plump body, and sighed softly: "Li Huo." The

faint blue flame appeared out of thin air, burning the black energy on the puppy's body without hurting it at all.

After a moment, she raised her hand and held up her soul, which was as clean as the bright moon.

The puppy bathed in the starlight purred twice, wagging its tail and flew into the sky.

At the same time, there was a golden thread invisible to the naked eye on the horizon, heading straight towards Tang Qing and piercing into her body.

After carefully feeling the merit gained this time, it was not much. When it was converted into spiritual power and poured into the Dantian, it caused ripples in the small puddle.

Tang Qing put his hands in his pockets and walked to the big tree where he had rested before. He jumped up and

planned to spend the night under the cover of darkness.

It costs money to stay in a hotel.

She was poor and had no intention of doing so.