My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Suddenly, the villagers of Xiaojia Village and Lin Xiaowu were shocked.

Who said that the body of a zombie can not be injured, who said that zombies can not be rotted for millennia? In the face of pure power, it is still vulnerable! The body of the zombie has just been seen before, it can easily break the stone monument, and in front of the silver monk of the little monk, it is still vulnerable!

The body of the zombie was snored, and the soul attached to the head did not have a place to live. Under the illumination of the sun, it turned into a black gas and smoke. Zombies can only appear in the daytime by relying on the body, and they will be destroyed without the body.

Seeing that the zombie was destroyed, Xiao Fei directly took back the silver hoop and put it back in his ear.

"Good power! He went down with this stick and was estimated to be able to break the boulder!"

"That iron stick is his magic weapon?"

The villagers and Lin Xiaowu also know that the Taoist priests have magic weapons, but the magic weapons of those Taoist priests are basically Tao Taojian gossip mirrors. The magic of the little monk is particularly different, it is a stick.

In comparison, it seems that his magic weapon is simpler, more effective, and more powerful.

At the same time, they were also shocked by the temper of the young monk.

"This little monk is so violent! When you are angry, you will take the most powerful magic weapon out?"

"If someone gets him, wouldn't it be terrible?"

At this time, people were a little scared in their hearts and had a sense of awe. Do not dare to speak loudly to avoid getting into trouble.

Lin Xiaowu Blue Rain Butterfly, they are also the first time to see Xiao Fei angry. I think that he is usually very friendly, it looks very cute. But when you get angry all your life, it's a little scary! At this time, they have already had a new understanding of Xiao Fei: the small monk is very good to people, but once he touches his bottom line, he is a fierce devil.

"The little monk is angry!? I saw him angry for the first time!" Lin Xiaowu suddenly said to the two girls next to him.

"Yeah, this is his first time to swear. What happened to him? Is this what he swears?" Chen Mengqi said, "He is simply... too embarrassed."

They used to be in school and heard the campus gangsters. Basically, they are swearing words like ‘Drawing’ ‘Gan Niang’, greeting the organs of their loved ones, and the dirty mouth is terrible. And the monk of the little monk is actually just a swearing one?

Xiao Fei had just descended from the mountain, and even the swear words of the monks had not learned.

"And, did you notice that? He claimed to be the grandfather of the zombies." Blue Rain Butterfly said, "The zombie is the ancestor of Xiaojia Village. He said that he is the grandfather of their ancestors, then these villagers are not..."

The words of the Blue Rain Butterfly have not been finished yet. All the villagers turned their heads and glared at her. If you follow the theory of Blue Rain Butterfly, then Xiao Fei is the grandfather of their ancestors, and they are several generations higher than them! Therefore, there is great anger.

The blue rain butterfly, hurriedly grabbed his mouth and secretly regretted his own mouth.

In fact, Xiao Fei is an apprentice of Sun Wukong. The generation is indeed much higher than the villagers, but they don't know it.

"Master, are you still angry?" Blue Rain Butterfly walked over and asked Xiao Fei's concern.

"Nothing." Xiao Fei said with hatefulness, "This abominable zombie has tore my robe that I have worn for ten years!" This robe has followed him for ten years, and only one such thing It is evidence that he is a monk, and he certainly cherishes it.

"If you care about this dress so much, I will help you make it up when you go back." Blue Rain Butterfly said.

"You will use needlework?" Xiao Fei asked.

"Amount, no!" said Blue Rain Butterfly. "But I can find a tailor."

"Cough!" At this time, Xiao Xinghua coughed twice and walked over to the crowd and said, "Since the zombies have been surrendered, everyone will start to prepare for the follow-up. Although the ancestors’ bodies were smashed, they have not been Burned up. We packed up and prepared to bury again."

“Hmm.” The villagers nodded. As long as the body is not burned to ashes, it is still buried after the burial.

"Right, little mage, are these corpses dead with corpses? Can we touch them?" asked a villager with a shovel and boldly approached.

"The body is poisonous, but you can use the iron shovel." Xiao Fei said, "After burial, I will do a pure land ritual and clear the corpse here."

“Good.” The villagers nodded, and with a few others, they began to use the shovel to put the body into the coffin.

"Hey, Uncle Hua, come on, there seems to be a few antiques inside!" When the villagers approached the coffin, they suddenly found that there were funerary objects inside.

When we heard this voice, everyone curiously walked over to see. I saw that there were a few pieces of porcelain in the place where the body was lying, and all of them were blue and white porcelain.

"These should be all baby!" said one villager.

"I heard that blue and white porcelain is the most valuable, and we are rich!" another villager said, "The ancestors were the people of Daoguang years. These blue and white porcelains should be three generations."

"No, these things are the funerary objects of the ancestors, we can't take them, otherwise the ancestors of the ancestors will blame the spirit of heaven." Seeing the villagers have the meaning of having funerary objects, the village chief said hurriedly: "Take the things of the ancestors, that is Counting the ancestors, we must put them back."

"You are not right!" However, Xiao Xinghua has different opinions. "These antiques are of great research value. We can neither sell the money ourselves nor return it to the grave. We should hand it over to the country."

The crowd suddenly became silent.

"Still Chinese grandfather's thoughts are high!" Lin Xiaowu said.

Xiao Xinghua told Xiao Liu to carefully take out the blue and white porcelain and then wrap it in cloth. The villagers put the corpses in the coffin and covered them. Put the coffin back into the grave and finally fill it.

After everything was done, Xiao Fei gave them a pure land ritual. The evil spirits and zombies have been eliminated, and the practice is simple.

The so-called practice is nothing more than chanting. One is to overthrow the undead, and the other is to purify the surrounding suffocation. The Pure Land School itself is the meaning of the bright land.

A group of villagers sat quietly on the mound, while Xiao Fei sat cross-legged and gave them chanting. First read a section of "The Curse of the Past", surpassing the undead of the ancestors.

"South no Amitabha night, 哆 ​​伽 伽 伽 伽 哆 哆 哆 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽 伽

"Amitabha!" After reading the curse, Xiao Fei announced a Buddha number, and then began to read a section of the Pure Land of the "Zhu Yan Jing" and "The Mahayana Buddhism".

When he was in Lingjue Temple, he read the scripture every day. Compared with reading, his chanting is much more professional.