Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 180: Strange Gambler
“Aren’t they afraid of screwing up?”

Han Yu couldn't help but speak.

If this approach is not handled in a proper manner, it could easily cause trouble, and Baidi City would then be mired in a quagmire.

This move is certainly clever, but it only works if it is done well. If it gets out of control, the Inspectorate will have a headache.

"Don't even mention the Supervisory Department. Now Ou Mingdong will have to worry first."

My cousin continued, saying that, in fact, if he had not come here by chance and had not been given such a device for taking pictures, he would have been busy just to deal with all the monks coming and going.

There was a sudden commotion on the street. A shop diagonally opposite the teahouse was being crowded with people, and it seemed that there were all monks among them.

Outside the shop, a brand new sign is hung.

"Number One in the World!" four words were engraved on it in a majestic manner.

How arrogant! Someone actually dares to hang up such a sign. I'm afraid he is just trying to attract attention.

"Look carefully, there are two more words next to it!"

My cousin was sharp-eyed and pointed to the two tiny words at the back.

Han Yu looked at it carefully and laughed out loud.

Which genius came up with this calligraphy? He was able to think of such a clever way to attract customers. It's so clever.

Behind the word "number one in the world", the word "gambling house" was clearly engraved.

A gambling house that can attract so many monks? This is very interesting. After the two looked at each other, they immediately stood up and rushed downstairs.

After the two men came down, the entrance of the gambling house was empty in an instant. But when the others went in, they found that it was already crowded with a large group of people, numbering no less than a hundred.

It was naturally very unusual to see so many monks gathered together. The two of them squeezed their way through the crowd and kept getting closer to the front.

There was an archway outside that read "No. 1 Gambling House in the World", but there was clearly not a single gambling table to be seen. Only after the two of them walked forward did they discover that there were seven or eight gambling tables lined up in a long row in the front.

Behind the table stood a middle-aged man in his forties dressed in gray-white silk. He had a fair complexion, bright eyes, and a thin, long beard that was groomed to be exceptionally shiny.

There were already many magical instruments piled up around him, and now, a monk who was also in his forties and at the God-Gazing Realm was confronting him with a glaring look on his face.

"He has lost two games in a row!"

There were whispers around.

"Boss Ma, one more!"

The cultivator in the God-Gazing Realm leaned over the table, took a few deep breaths, and asked.

Boss Ma looked up at him with a smile, then shook his head and decided not to bet this time.

"You want to break the rules and not want to gamble after you win?"

The monk was very anxious and spoke in a hurried voice.

"No, it is you who wants to break the rules. You don't have any magic weapon to bet on right now."

Boss Ma shook his head and smiled, saying that this person had already lost the only two magic weapons he had, and he never did business without any stake.

After hearing this, the monk's face turned red, but after searching all over his body, he found no magic weapon at all.

"Humph!"

In the end, he could only leave in anger, which caused the crowd to make a fuss.

"Do monks also like to gamble?"

Han Yu looked at it with curiosity. Isn't it the minimum mentality that a cultivator should have?

Boss Ma looked around and saw only people watching the fun, but no one was willing to come out and gamble, so he took out another thing from his pocket.

It was a jade turtle that was all emerald green, with sharp edges and corners, and it was lifelike. But the key point was not the carving, but...

"What a beautiful magic weapon!"

My cousin's eyes lit up and he laughed out loud as he looked at the jade turtle.

"good eyesight!"

Boss Ma gave his cousin an approving look and then spoke loudly to everyone.

"This is a defensive magic weapon. Once activated, it can resist any attack below the Transcendent Realm. As usual, you are betting with magic weapons. If you win, you take the magic weapon, and if you lose, you keep it."

Blanch!
Han Yu's expression changed after hearing this. No wonder a group of cultivators would jump into the trap. How many people could bear it when they were betting with magic weapons and magic tools?

As expected, just as he finished speaking, a thin monk jumped out. He came to the opposite side of Boss Ma and placed a square jade pendant on the table.

"I'll bet my life on you!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, wondering where this ruthless guy came from and how he threatened to gamble with his life right away.

A cunning flashed across the thin monk's eyes. This was the inspiration from the unlucky guy just now. Since he was going to gamble, why not gamble his life.

What he was thinking was that if the other party didn't dare to admit defeat, wouldn't he get a magic weapon for free?

Boss Ma's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, and then he spoke with a smile.

"Then I'll bet my life with you. How do you want to bet?"

The thin monk was stunned when he heard this. Is this person really not afraid of death?

After thinking about it, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and gently placed it on the table.

"This is a bet with poison. The pill inside is made by the pharmacist of Tiandu Peak. Even a person at the God-Seeking Realm cannot resist it. If you dare to eat it, you win." The crowd was in an uproar again. Tiandu Peak was quite famous. There lived a group of drug maniacs there, and they had all kinds of strange and bizarre pills.

Since the poison pill came from there, it must not be an ordinary poison pill.

The gambling house owner has really run into a tough guy this time, everyone thought.

Unexpectedly, Boss Ma also took out a porcelain bottle, placed it gently on the table, and spoke casually.

"I have an ordinary poisonous insect here. If you dare to swallow it, you will win."

Although he said it calmly, it was not the case in the eyes of those who heard it. No one would joke about a magic weapon.

This poisonous insect is definitely not as simple as he said.

Both sides have means and what they bring out are deadly things, so it is probably a stalemate.

The thin monk was about to put away his magic weapon helplessly. He really didn't dare to eat the other party's things, and the other party might not eat his things either. So there was no loss either way.

Who knew that just as he made his move, Boss Ma suddenly spoke.

"Wait! I didn't say it was a draw."

As he was speaking, he flicked his hand and the porcelain bottle opposite flew directly into his hand. In full view of everyone, he actually opened the cork and poured all the liquid into his mouth.

The thin monk's face showed great ecstasy, as if a ray of light had suddenly appeared in his eyes. He didn't expect that the other party would actually dare to eat it, and not just one pill, but he swallowed the whole bottle.

"I won!"

Even if the other party dares to eat his pills, as long as he dies, all the things will be his.

Just as he was looking at the gambling house owner with a red face, waiting for the drug to take effect, Boss Ma shook his head as if nothing had happened and joked.

“It doesn’t taste very good.”

The people around him all looked at him in disbelief. Was he okay? Or maybe the poison hadn't taken effect yet.

After a while, the thin monk's face became dejected and he looked depressed.

The other party is really fine. After taking such a large dose of medicine and such a long time has passed, let alone the poison taking effect, under normal circumstances he should have been dead.

"Do you want to try my poisonous insect? If you dare to eat it, this fight will be a draw."

Boss Ma chuckled, pushed out his porcelain bottle, placed it in the middle of the table, and said with a smile.

The thin monk naturally didn't dare to eat it. He shook his head repeatedly and turned away as if he was escaping.

It is not worth risking his life for a magic weapon, so he... dares not eat it.

"Do you guys want to make a bet? It's fine with anything, from astronomy, geography, customs and human nature, you and I can each ask a question until whoever can answer it first, or down to all kinds of crazy ideas, whoever can do what the other person asks will win."

At this moment, Boss Ma took away the monk's jade pendant and put it back into the pile of magic tools. He then smiled and spoke to everyone again.

What a novel way of betting. This guy is so confident.

Han Yu and his cousin looked at each other in admiration. Just as they were about to continue watching, no one came forward to challenge. The gambling house owner could only helplessly put away his magic weapon and shook his hand.

"Since you are not interested, I can only open another one tomorrow."
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"He's going to open another gear?"

Ou Mingdong was listening to the report from the palace guards in the government office and couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. It was really a headache.

Why is there so much shit going on in this place?

The Dragon and Phoenix Palace was going to compile a list of geniuses, and he was already overwhelmed and worried that there would be too many cultivators in the city and something might happen.

On the other side of the court, the Tianbo Ferry was destroyed by a mysterious monk and its whereabouts are still unknown!

In the past few days, a gambling house that is the best in the world suddenly appeared in the city, specializing in gambling with monks.

Things came one after another, and he was as busy as a top, wishing he could spin for twelve hours a day.

"Have you found out where the other party came from?"

Ou Mingdong asked the palace guards.

The palace guard unfolded a portrait, released a camera, and then spoke slowly.

"This person's name is Ma Zhou. His public identity is that of a casual cultivator, but his place of origin cannot be found. However, he has been traveling between various prefectures. This is a portrait that was found with the help of brothers from other prefectures of the Supervisory Department. There should be no mistake about him."

After carefully comparing the portrait and the image, Ou Mingdong found that they were indeed exactly the same, thus ruling out the possibility of impersonation.

If that was the case, he would be even more confused as to why this person chose to come to Baidi City at this critical moment to open such a gambling house and engage in such a bizarre bet.

"Is there anything else strange?"

He asked somewhat worriedly.

The palace guard thought about it and realized that there really was one.

"Does it count if Master Mo and your friend also entered the gambling house?"

Ou Mingdong's forehead vein jumped and he quickly stopped the other person.

"You guys from the Supervisory Department should be careful with your words. I don't know Han Yu, I've never met him, he's not my friend, don't slander him."

The guard lowered his head to hide his smile, then he coughed lightly a few times and clasped his fists to remind him.

“Sir, your sect is acquainted with the host. You can hide the present situation, but you cannot hide the process of their acquaintance before. This matter cannot be investigated.”

The corners of Ou Mingdong's mouth twitched. What he said made a lot of sense. It seemed that any random search would reveal that he knew Han Yu. The damn Supervisory Department had no moral bottom line. Didn't they have any personal privacy?
"Then keep it a secret from the current one. I am your leader now, and you cannot harm me. You can't just insist that I have never seen him, okay?"

(End of this chapter)