Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

In the private room, there is a bit of a picture...

I saw Xiaomeng pouting his ass and lying on the ground...

The monk was straddled on her back.

Hands clutching double ponytails.

It kept rocking back and forth, as if riding a horse.

What kind of painting style is this?

"Auntie, here, come in and sit!" Hongyi looked up and saw the old bustard, showed a harmless smile from humans and animals, and beckoned her in.

"Just now Xiaomeng secretly told me that her kung fu is very good, and when she rides her, she grabs her double ponytail, and she can have a flying-like experience.

Hehe, the poor monk couldn't help but try.

It's really unseemly, it's really a bit of a flying!"

Hongyi said, and couldn't help but grab the double ponytail again and shake it.

Xiaomeng looked up at the bustard and showed an embarrassed smile.

If she hadn't died, she would have wanted to die at this moment.

I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end.

Damn, this monk is a stupid B.

The old bustard put down the wine bottle and sat on the sofa, staring at Hongyi with red eyes: "Jie Ji... Little monk, aren't you scared when you see the old body?" the old bustard grinned, and the dry black meat crumbs kept falling down his charred face.

"Hehe..."

Hongyi smiled and stood up from Xiaomeng and slowly sat down next to the bustard.

Gently squeeze her charcoal-like fingers.

"Click!"

"Amitabha, sin, sin, the poor monk didn't expect it to be so brittle, auntie, you take a look, it will be broken with a light break." Hongyi put a few black fingers in his hand on the coffee table and said with some annoyance.

"You... Aren't you afraid that the old body will turn you into this?" the old bustard looked at his finger indifferently and said gloomily.

The little monk did not answer her.

Just picked up her other hand again.

"Hehe, it's useless, little monk..."

The bustard felt a strong pain hit him.

I saw that the little monk's fingertips slowly emerged a trace of pale yellow spiritual power.

Immediately after, wisps of white smoke began to rise from her palms.

This....

The bustard seemed to have an instinctive fear of this aura, and his whole body kept shaking.

"Little master... Old...... The old body has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, you... Raise your noble hand!" said the old bustard with a frightened face.

"Really, auntie, you didn't say that just now..."The corners of Hongyi's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said coldly.

As he spoke, Hongyi gently took her hand.

The marrow washing meridian spiritual power slowly penetrated into the charred palm.

And then....

The bustard's palm was gone, and not a trace of water vapor rose.

"Ahhhh

Immediately after, a black-gray ghost aura slowly emerged from her body, and her palm recovered.

Huh

, this can be repaired

, it's the same as the mirror ghost,

and then melted down.

The bustard screamed!

Melt down.

Recover.

The old bustard screamed!

Unconsciously, five minutes passed!

The expressions of several escort girls next to him finally stopped being sluggish, and they opened their mouths one by one, looking at this scene in front of them in horror.

It's terrible!

These short five minutes seem to be the longest moment in a sound.

After playing with Hongyi for a long time, the bustard was already very weak at this moment.

Trembling and staggering.

Just knelt down.

"Who are you?" the old bustard looked at Hongyi in horror.

"Poor monk?" Hongyi grinned: "The poor monk is a tourist salesman, a female benefactor, do you know the

Xitian package?" "Salesman?" The old bustard looked confused, "Xitian package?"

Hongyi winked at her and smiled mysteriously.

"Hmmm! it's fun... There is still half an hour, and the poor monk will

give you a ride!" "Xitian, give you a ride?" the old bustard seemed to understand something.

I saw that she instantly changed back to her appearance with heavy makeup, took out a silk scarf from her chest, pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes, and said with emotion, as if reciting lines:

"Although the old body is a ghost, the old body is definitely a good ghost, and the old body is by no means the kind of evil ghost, full of evil, and heinous."

Master, you have such a cultivation at a young age, you are really a dragon and phoenix among people, there is no one before and no one after you, in the future, the master will definitely be able to dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of years..."

Hongyi couldn't help but smile: "It seems that the donor is quite educated, and continued."

Hmm...

In less than half an hour, the poor monk will send you on your way. "

The bustard cried, really cried...

Fire Mommy: Died in a man-made fire, turned into a ghost and was sealed here.

Terror Level: B.

Threat value: 7000.

Characteristics:Before his death, he was a figure in the Royal No. 9 Club.,Hundreds of escort drinking girls.,After death, the resentment has not disappeared.,Still control several female ghosts.,This ghost can speak with a mouth.,Talk about ghosts.,Say people when you meet people.。

Under the eyes of the sky, the burned bustard has no way to hide.

"How many female ghosts like them do you have here?" Hongyi said, pointing to a few shivering escort girls huddled together.

"In addition to these few, there are five more out there. The old bustard did not dare to hide it at all, and answered truthfully.

"Who sealed your letter here?" Hongyi suddenly pulled down his face, and his voice was fierce.

"It's... This...... The old body can't say it! If you say it, the old body will..."

A

few loud laughter came from the stereo, filling the entire private room, and the bustard and a few escort girls stood up stiffly.

The body slowly began to dry up, and after a while, it was like a few charred dried corpses, standing neatly in front of Hongyi.

"The people of the Paranormal Bureau... It's better not to mess with this king, otherwise... Hmph!" A serene voice sounded again.

Hongyi slowly stood up and reached out to shoot the speaker off.

"Ahh

"Amitabha, the acting is good!" Hongyi said playfully.

Raise your hand and send a yang finger to solve the yin spirit.

Sure enough, it was a pretentious goods, and the poor monk couldn't take a blow.

The most important thing is that he is a poor ghost, and he doesn't explode anything.

"It's... Master, spare us!" the old bustard was really frightened at this time, and kept kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

"Bang!"

the charred head fell off.

The old bustard picked it up embarrassedly, put it back on, and kept knocking it up again with both hands on his head.

"Yay!"

Suddenly, on the sofa behind the small bar next to him, Qin Lan jumped up directly.

"My aunt and grandmother have succeeded in eating chicken! Uh!"

It was only as soon as he finished saying that he realized that there were some strange pictures in front of him.

Hongyi Baoxiang sat majestically on the sofa, and several charred corpses in front of him kept kneeling at him.

This

monk has really used Buddhism to influence these ghosts, it's amazing! You see the first one to buy, the one who cries is sad.

Hongyi glanced at the countdown to the limited-time mission in his mind, and there were still a few minutes left.

What should I do?

Click on Kaidu Niang and searched for it.

This is good, that's all!

My Buddhist resort has an arrangement, which is really gratifying.

I will definitely recommend it to Master when I go back.

Recruit asked Qin Lan to sit beside her, showed her the screen of her mobile phone, and asked her to search for it at the song station.

Qin Lan glanced at Hongyi strangely.

What

kind of fetish is this? Is it a devil?

A piece of demonic music sounded.

"Jump up! Jump a piece of Bliss Pure Land for the poor monk, and today's mission will be successfully completed!" Hongyi stood up and smiled and cheered for several escort girls.

The old bustard and a few escort girls stared at each other.

Finally

the bustard returned to its normal appearance, twisted its bewitching posture, and jumped up first.

Qin Lan was stunned as he watched the undulating waves in front of Hongyi.

Silently, he put his hand in his bag.

This monk....

I'm afraid I'm going to have a nosebleed again!

However, I didn't expect a few escort girls to jump up and be really good, and they were extremely enchanting.

After the dance, the old bustard licked his face and came to Hongyi, who was wiping his nosebleed, and whispered: "Master, how is it? Let's dance well!

"It's okay... Don't jump... Otherwise, the poor monk will go back and drink ejiao.

It's almost time

!Donor, don't forget the poor monk's name Hongyi!"

he suddenly struck.

Several silver auras burst out from their fingers, and the escort girls had no chance to react, and their bodies slowly dissipated into the air.

The entire luxury private room has also faded from its golden appearance and returned to a charred and dilapidated appearance.

Hongyi looked at the system, yes, today I earned a super value of 3200.

The entrance to the Royal 9 Clubhouse.

Under Qin Lan's strange eyes, Hongyi folded his hands and kept whispering in his mouth: "Nan Wu Amitaba Night Dota Gado Night Doll Him..."

"Recite the mantra of the past life! They walked so peacefully, and the poor monk recited the mantra to send them off..."

Are they walking peacefully? Obviously,

they can't stand your torture!

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