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Hearing this question, Jin Weiwei became more and more confused. Now that she directly asked about Jin Dabao, she guessed that there must be a connection between the two of them.

"Why do you ask him?" Jin Weiwei replied snappily, "For someone like him, not dying is more or less the same as dying."

The fat monk choked on Jin Weiwei's words and then burst out laughing, "You're right, it's better if someone like him didn't die."

After saying that, he circled around Jin Weiwei, going up and down, carefully examining her again. He touched his fleshy head and said:

"I haven't seen you in a year. You're not fat nor skinny, and you still look the same as before. But why do I feel like you've become a completely different person?"

"You know me?" When Jin Weiwei heard the fat monk's words, she was extremely puzzled. Logically speaking, this fat monk should have such a prominent image. If she had seen him before, she would never forget it even if she was beaten to death.

The fat monk didn't reply to Jin Weiwei's words. Instead, he suddenly made a move and fiercely flicked Jin Weiwei's forehead.

"Aiyo!" You fat, fat, bald donkey, are you sick!? "

The amount of strength that the fat monk used to crack his brain was not small. Jin Weiwei could not help but cry out in pain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's really different. He's actually scolding people!" It seems like your silly disease has been cured. " The fat monk smiled even more happily. His originally not very big eyes squinted into a smile at this moment, almost to the point where he couldn't see anything anymore.

"Not only will I curse people, I'll even hit them. I'll even beat a crazy fat bald donkey like you!"

Jin Weiwei waved her fist in anger, as if she was prepared to give him a good beating.

Who knew that not only was the fat monk not afraid, he even walked up to Jin Weiwei, grabbed her arm, and loudly said, "Since you have no problems with your brain now and you don't want to be a fool, that thing should naturally be in your hands!"

"Hey hey hey hey, why are you grabbing onto me? Let go of me. Little Fugui, help me quickly!" The fat monk grabbed Jin Weiwei's arm, but she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Actually, the little rich kid who had been standing on the side and watching coldly also felt that this fat monk was very strange. The words he said didn't seem to make any sense, they were in complete chaos, and he had a crazy look about him, but he was sure of one thing, that this fat monk had no ill intentions towards Jin Weiwei and also seemed to know some secrets related to her, so he didn't want to interfere and just waited to see what would happen.

"Just follow me." The fat monk held onto Jin Weiwei tightly and dragged her away without saying a word.

"Where are you bringing me to? "Slow down, slow down." Jin Weiwei had no choice but to let him pull her towards the back of the mountain.

Seeing that, Xiao Fugui followed closely behind the two of them, and the three of them left the temple together.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the back mountain of the temple. Here, there was a lush and verdant grove. The fat monk pulled Jin Weiwei and walked left and right through the woods. Soon, they entered the depths of the forest.

"Eh? That person seems to be Jin Dabao. " Jin Weiwei suddenly saw a man standing in front of a pine tree not too far away. From the back of the man, he seemed to be her disliked father, Jin Dabao.

Why did he come here?

Before Jin Weiwei could react, she saw the fat monk beside her jump up with a 'whoosh'. His originally fat and clumsy body was now as light as a feather, and with a leap, he landed behind Jin Dabao without a sound. Then, he raised his hand and gently waved it, striking Jin Dabao right in the back of his neck.

Jin Dabao wasn't aware of it at all, and his body suddenly softened and fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

"Wow, this fat monk really has some skill." Jin Weiwei couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. She really couldn't imagine that this "round ball" was actually a martial arts master.

When Xiao Fugui saw the fat monk display this movement art, he was also quite surprised. From the look of his fat body, Xiao Fugui thought he was just a sloppy monk. He really thought that this fat monk was actually a hidden expert. Just by looking at his movement technique, he knew that he was no match for him.

What was such a martial arts expert, Lajin Weiwei, doing in the wilderness?

Thinking of this, the little rich kid couldn't help but raise his vigilance, quietly approaching Jin Weiwei, closing the distance between the two of them.

By the time the two of them reached the pine tree, the fat monk had already dragged Jin Dabao to the side as he thought Jin Dabao was in the way.

"Well, these are yours." The fat monk said as he saw Jin Weiwei walk over, pointing to a place under the pine tree that had already been dug open.

What is it?

Jin Weiwei followed the fat monk's hand and looked over, and was immediately dumbfounded.

He saw a rusted metal box beside a pile of silver neatly arranged in the hollow of the tree. The box was probably opened by Jin Dabao, and inside it was a thick stack of banknotes.

How was this a tree hole? This was a treasure pot!

Jin Weiwei was excited as she looked at the large sum of money. "What did you just say?" These are all mine? "

"That's right, the silver and banknotes here should be worth a thousand taels of silver. All of this money is yours now." As the fat monk said this, he bent down and took out the silver notes from the box. After gently brushing off the leaves on the leaves, he handed them to Jin Weiwei.

"You're giving all this money to me?!" Jin Weiwei's face was filled with disbelief. She had actually run into such a good opportunity.

But as surprised as he was, Jin Weiwei was still a fool not to take the money. She took the banknotes from the fat monk without hesitation.

"You should keep these banknotes well. Also, tell your husband to help you move them back." The fat monk glanced at Xiao Fugui with a trace of a smile in his eyes.

"Alright, alright, alright. Don't worry, I'll definitely keep this silver as well." At this moment, Jin Weiwei was overjoyed. She counted the banknotes in her hand, and found that there were at least 600 taels of silver. Looking at the rest of the white silver in the tree hole, it seemed that the fat monk did not extort her the amount of one thousand taels.

"Ai, you talk about yourself. If your idiotic illness could have recovered two years earlier, you wouldn't have let this bastard scam you for so much money." The fat monk looked at Jin Weiwei as she counted the banknotes. With her eyes shining brightly, he could not help but sigh. "What a pity. What a pity."

What did that mean? She was cheated out of her money?

When Jin Weiwei heard this, she immediately became highly sensitive and asked, "Hey, ball, what do you mean I've been cheated?"

A round ball?

Hearing Jin Weiwei call him like this, the fat monk first opened his eyes wide, then immediately burst out laughing, "A round ball? Haha, interesting, interesting. This form of address is truly very interesting. "