"Once upon a time, there was a vineyard at home. When it was the season for grape picking, he went to find a short-term worker to help him pick grapes. In the morning, he went to find ten people and agreed to give them thirty yuan a day. However, at noon, he went out for a walk again. Seeing that there were still people in the market, he found ten more people and let them enter the vineyard. At two o'clock in the afternoon, he saw that there were still people idle, so he wanted to find twenty people. When paying wages in the evening, how do you think he should settle the score for others?"

"What does it mean?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion after hearing this, "Is this a primary school student's math problem?"

The girl next to her looked at Xu Zhi, as if she understood something.

"Little monk, what do you think?" Xu Zhi turned to Defeng.

Defeng hesitated and said, "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. Since I give them thirty dollars in the morning, I will give them twenty dollars at noon and fifteen dollars in the afternoon?"

"Damn, how did you say you give it?" The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something, stood there in a place and asked Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi didn't ask the girl anymore and said seriously: "I think this person should give each person thirty yuan!"

"Why?" asked the girl, "In the morning, the workers who entered the vineyard at noon and in the afternoon are obviously different from those in the afternoon, so why should they pay the same amount of money?"

"The money is from the vineyard owner, and the wages are also set by the vineyard owner. He will give as much as he wants!"

"The workers in the morning are definitely not satisfied! They will feel unfair!"

"The problem is that the wages have been agreed upon a long time! The wages of the vineyard owners and others have nothing to do with them!"

"Either the owner of the vineyard has a problem with his mind, or the person who sets the question has a problem! We will hear you nonsense, and there are even more problems." The middle-aged man said, waved his hand to the little monk and the girl and said, "Come here."

"Hello Xu Zhi..." The girl came over and said to Xu Zhi with a smile, "My name is Yang Xinyu."

"Hello, Yang Xinyu, you are the landlord of Fuwan. When we get here, we have to rely on you!"

"Hehe, it's the first time I've been here, I've disappointed you!" Yang Xinyao smiled slightly, as if he was not prepared for Xu Zhi.

"Give it to you!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and threw the Buddhist beads to the little monk Defeng, saying, "Don't say you don't have the ability to open the Tiger Flying Stream!"

"What do you mean?" the little monk took the Buddhist beads and asked in confusion as he looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also returned the cross to Yang Xinyu, and then said to Defeng: "This tiger flying stream is an innate ban, and it must be opened by special methods. The channel opened by one person's power is unstable, and it is easy to cause danger in the process of entering. The power of two people is relatively stable. Only when three people open at the same time can they enter safely!"

"Triangle stability?" Xu Zhi pretended not to know and asked strangely.

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked in surprise: "Triangle stability? What does it mean? Does it mean to open the innate ban?"

"Sort?" When the middle-aged man said this, Xu Zhi felt excited and suddenly remembered that there was no magic trick in Mo Yuntong given by Master Xunxing. There was only one place name and a simple control method for Mo Yuntong. It was impossible for him to enter the Tiger Flying Stream by himself!

"What does Master Xunxing mean? I can't get in without magic tricks. How can I find a elixir? Could it be that Master Xunxing knows that other people will come to Tiger Flying Stream, and I can use other people's means to go in? Or, Master Xunxing wants to use my hands to cut off other people's power?"

"Haha, that's not! Maybe he wants others to be my whetstone!"

While Xu Zhi was thinking about it, Defeng had already activated the Buddhist beads. The Buddhist beads slowly rotated in the air, and each Buddhist bead emitted red light threads. These light threads condensed into an extremely dull "卍" character in the middle of the Buddhist bead string!

As for Yang Xinyue, after holding a cross in his hand, silver light appeared again in the air. The silver light did not fall, but there was a contour of a cross lightsaber formed in the air.

"Gaga, not bad!" the middle-aged man laughed, "You two are more useful than Shin...they are more useful! This time we join forces, and you will definitely get something when you go in!"

The middle-aged man laughed and raised his hand and waved his hand. A pitch-black feather flew into the air, and the feathers were filled with black air. The black air quickly rotated and turned into a crow under the urging of the middle-aged man.

"I'll call one, two, three, let's go into the pool at the same time!" The middle-aged man pointed to three places in the pool and ordered.

"Can!"

As the middle-aged man issued an order, the three of them activated at the same time. Yang Xinyue's cross light sword condensed into a piercing into the pool, layer by layer of silver light overflowing around, and a whirlpool the size of a bowl was formed in the center of the silver light; Defeng's "卍" character red light hit the pool, and red flames rushed to other places. Similarly, a whirlpool the size of a bowl appeared; the middle-aged man's black crow turned into hundreds of crows, making a squeal sound, and a whirlpool the size of a bucket wrapped hundreds of crows in it.

Three vortexes appeared, and light and shadow appeared in the air at the same time. Flashes of low sounds like cows mooed. Strangely, the three vortexes flashed with the light and shadow and gathered rapidly in the middle of the pool. Silver, red and black gas mixed together, and a transparent vortex of several meters in size was produced! At this time, all the sounds completely disappeared, and only the vortex rotated silently. The rotation was so fast that it almost stagnated, and the entire pool was like a crystal carving!

"It's wonderful!" The middle-aged man took his feathers, his eyes were filled with a bright look, and he laughed in a low voice, "I've never seen such a stable... passage!"

Seeing Yang Xinyue and Defeng each collected the Buddha treasures and crosses, the middle-aged man suddenly turned to Xu Zhi and said, "You go in first?"

"Me?" Xu Zhi was stunned, pointed his nose and asked, "How can I get in?"

"I'll help you!" The middle-aged man smiled grimly and raised his hand to grab Xu Zhi. The black air came out of his hand, trying to entangle Xu Zhi. Xu Zhi felt something was wrong and was about to take action, but the little monk chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, the little monk will come and help Donor Xu!"

"Yeah!" the middle-aged man nodded and withdrew his hand. The little monk reached out and grabbed Xu Zhi's arm and said, "Donald Xu, will I throw you in?"

"Ah? Throw it in?" Xu Zhi looked at the crystal clear vortex that could not penetrate the spiritual consciousness, and said in a daze, "How deep is it inside, will it throw me to death?"

"You are a special police officer, you probably don't know how to do it with your skills!" Yang Xinyue also spoke.

"Huh..." The little monk used force on his hand, and Xu Zhi jumped up like a spiritual ape, and he did not lose his name as a special police officer!

Seeing Xu Zhi enter, the little monk volunteered: "I am advanced!"

Yang Xinyue argued: "I am advanced!"

The two of them looked cold like cockfighting.

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