My Master is Lin Zhengying

It was so powerful that it sounded like a thunderbolt exploding.

Nan Chen looked at it very seriously, because he wanted to survive in this world.

The most basic thing is to have a strong Taoism.

Otherwise, if he encounters some kind of wandering ghost, he will have to confess.

After Uncle Jiu finished punching, he asked Nan Chen and others to practice in the yard.

As for the trouble just now, Uncle Jiu didn't take it seriously at all.

What should everyone do, or do!

Nothing changed because Niu Er and the others came to make trouble.

The three of them practiced in the yard all afternoon.

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng are already proficient in mastering the whole set of boxing techniques.

Although the power is not as good as Jiu Shu.

But there is no problem in completing the entire process.

In the past few days, there were not many corpses in the Yizhuang.

So Nan Chen and the other three were relatively free.

Every day, under the supervision of Uncle Jiu, he practiced Ben Leiquan hard and cultivated profound energy.

As an exorcist, strength is the foundation, and morality is the foundation.

But today, it's the end of the month.

According to the rules set by Uncle Jiu, today is the time to get the monthly money.

The monthly money of the three is [-]% of the income.

In normal years, the total monthly income of Yizhuang is only about [-] oceans.

Under normal circumstances, it is a corpse storage plus funeral ceremony.

Uncle Jiu will charge one to three oceans.

Therefore, in a normal month, everyone can get one or two oceans.

Later, Nan Chen joined, and he could only get less than one ocean a month.

This income is lower than the current income of the general public.

But this month is different.

Because Mr. Ren spent a lot of money, he paid about [-] yuan.

Ten percent is a thousand.

Nan Chen and others, this month can be divided into more than [-] oceans.

The purchasing power of three hundred oceans.

In this era, it is even possible to buy a large house.

After lunch, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rubbed their hands.

Excitedly, he said to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, master, you, you have seen the end of the month."

"Yes, master, today is the time to pay the monthly money, the monthly money!""

Nan Chen smiled wryly, but didn't speak.

Qiusheng and Wencai looked like that.

It was very similar to his previous life, when he was waiting for his salary to be paid.

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes.

Slowly, a thousand-yuan bank note escaped from his pocket.

"Here is one thousand, you take it to the bank and exchange it, divide it among yourself!"

Qiusheng grabbed it:

"Hey hey, okay master."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Sheng said to Nan Chen again:

"Let's go, Junior Brother, let's go to the town to exchange money!"

With that said, he was going to go outside the house.

But at this moment, a person suddenly ran in from outside the Yizhuang.

The man was panicked and sweating profusely.

As soon as he entered Yizhuang, he shouted:

"Nine, Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine..."