Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Lord of the caracal, the ghost monk invited this time to play Fahai is absolutely foolproof, please rest assured

!" "Let's go to Jinshan Temple to see how the preparations are!" An

old man in a green vest and gold-rimmed glasses led a man dressed as a scholar.

"Okay

, let's go see how this ghost monk is preparing!" the scholar nodded arrogantly.

The old man was the first to open the temple door.

It was empty when I went in, and there was not a single monk.

"No, this time, many of the group performances are selected by monks," the old man muttered quietly.

"Lord Caracal, maybe you're changing your clothes inside, I'm going to scream.

Seeing that the face of the caracal lord slowly stepped down, the old man hurriedly said.

"Fahai, Fahai?"

"Xu Xian is here... Ahem, the ghost lord is coming... Still not coming out?"

the old man walked quickly into the temple.

Still no movement.

The old man couldn't help but panic.

The caracal main makeup is all put on, in case something goes wrong...

At

this moment, the door of the innermost wing room was pushed open, and a handsome little monk came out wearing a white robe.

"Amitabha, who is the donor looking for?"

"It's you!" "It's you!"

The

old man suddenly exclaimed, but he didn't expect that what came out in front of him was the little monk who was sent in at the end.

Hongyi thought that the play had begun, but he didn't expect it to be the old man in the green vest.

"It just so happens that you are in Jinshan Temple, where is Fahai? Just that ghost monk..."The old man asked.

"Ahh

"Master Fahai has passed away...",

"What?" the old man was stunned.

God is so dead... Why did you pass away before this play began

?

"It's hard to put into words..."Hongyi shook his head with a sad look.

No more speech.

"What about the people, what about the ghost monk?"

At this moment, the caracal lord dressed as a scholar walked in.

"Is this the ghost monk?" said the caracal lord as he looked at Hongyi.

Hongyi glanced at this beautiful man dressed as a scholar and couldn't help pouting.

Is this Xu Xian?

"Amitabha, I've seen the donor!" Hongyi clasped his hands together and saluted slightly.

"This is the Lord of the Caracals!" the old man hurriedly introduced.

Hmm

, the caracal lord,

Hongyi's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Fahai has seen the caracal ghost master!" Hongyi bowed again.

As

soon as these words came out, the old man next to him suddenly called out.

"Uh

..." "I'm biting my mouth...",

the old man quickly covered his mouth and said.

What the hell is this little monk going to do?

After the caracal lord leaves first.

"What are you going to do?" the old man hurriedly pulled Hongyi and said with a gloomy face.

"Amitabha..."Hongyi glanced at him and said

, "What's wrong with the poor monk playing Fahai

?" "Do you have an opinion?"

"You..." After hearing this, the old man's face turned red and shouted:

"Nonsense!" "

There will be actual combat for a while, Master Fahai must have strong ghost power, what kind of cultivation can you do..."

I saw that dense cracks like spider webs appeared on the wall in an instant.

Followed by.

The

old man looked at the side room next to him, which had become a pile of ruins, and said for a long time:

"You can think about it, if you fight for a while, although the plot is that Fahai captured Xu Xian, but

..." "This is an adapted version..."

"In case you are accidentally killed by the caracal master!"

"Amitabha." Hongyi waved his hand and smiled at him:

"It's okay, poor monk!"

"Alas..." the old man sighed and said no more.

The old man explained the plot to Hongyi as he walked.

Hongyi nodded after hearing this.

It's not important what the plot is!

How can a poor monk destroy the relationship between two people!

This can make Hongyi worried!"

How can I destroy the relationship

?" "Everyone knows it's fake?, are you taking a fancy to the poor monk's excess value?"

Hongyi felt that the task of the system could not be completed at all.

How can this destroy the fake husband and wife relationship?"

"Host, there is nothing wrong with destroying the relationship between Xu Xian and the White Lady, but what is actually destroyed is the relationship between the caracal lord and the underworld, and the caracal lord has actually secretly developed feelings for the underworld, please be sure to strangle this sinful relationship in the cradle." "

Host, this task is simple, as long as the underworld master who plays the white lady has a disgust for the caracal master, this task can be completed.

Hongyi: "..."You

criticize...

Evil feelings are strangled in the cradle

! In this way, the poor monk is relieved! It turns out that he is destroying the actor's own feelings

! Amitabha, this poor monk is good at

it! He soon came to the filming location! The

venue is very large

! The scenery is very beautiful!

At a glance

...

Hongyi was excited, all ghosts! The

old man was beside Hongyi, and when he saw that he was already impatient, he couldn't help but squint at him.

This little monk doesn't have a problem with his brain? It's

just a scene!

As for such a big reaction

, "This is 10,000!" "This is 15,000

!" "Amitabha, this is actually 30,000!" The

old man listened to Hongyi beside him keep talking about some strange numbers along the way.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask curiously

, "What are you counting

?" "Count ghosts!Ah no, the poor monk is calculating the

reward!" "Who told you that there is

a reward?" At this time, Hongyi was surprised: "There is no reward? There is no reward for such a person

?" "Isn't this all willing to come, what if it becomes popular?"

Amitabha, what if it becomes popular?

"

Master..."At this time, Hongyi heard a familiar cry, and when he looked back, it turned out to be a ghost lion.

The ghost lion came to Hongyi's side and asked in a low voice, "Master, have you chosen the role?" "I'll

play a stone lion in a while!"

Hongyi nodded.

"Master, that's the Underworld, but it should be a clone!" Suddenly, the ghost lion pointed to a woman in white in front of him and whispered.

Hongyi followed his fingers and looked over.

I saw a woman in a long white dress standing not far away, and the scholar dressed as a caracal ghost just now was standing beside her, constantly turning her head and saying something.

The two seemed to have a good conversation.

It's a picture of a talented man and a woman, and her love is abnormal.

Hongyi touched his bald head.

Stretched out his hand to lead the ghost lion, waved his hand at the old man next to him and said, "Old man, the poor monk went first!"

After speaking, he stepped on the ghost lion and walked straight to the two people who openly showed their affection over there.

"Hades, you don't have to be nervous for a while, you can just act in your true colors... You just stop here and change into this clothes, but I can't tell for a while?" said the caracal king, licking his face and smiling.

The woman in white smiled softly: "You... It's just that the mouth will say, when can I cultivate so hard!"

The caracal king smiled slightly, thinking that he had shown a confident smile, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a playful voice came from behind him.

"Amitabha, Xu Xian, when will you pay the debt?"