Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

Chapter 61

Hongyi looked at the angry young man in front of him, folded his hands, and smiled: "Amitabha, donor."

"Do you believe that the poor monk is here to find the urn?"

"Nonsense... You—"

The young man had not finished speaking.

I heard a loud bang behind me.

Several blacks ran in shouting.

"OH, SHIT!",

"MyGod!",

"Run..."

, "It's in the streets... The old man is cheating on the corpse!

" A black man came over and hugged the young man and shouted, "Old... The old man is knocking... Knock on the coffin..."

, but I didn't expect the young man to be unflustered at all, and he actually laughed weirdly.

"The coffin is not over yet, go on...",

he grabbed the black man's neck with one hand and lifted it up, and said gloomily: "The grave is not happy, so he will refine you into dry corpses." "

It's still ... Hey, wake up?" the

young man was about to scare a few more words, but he didn't expect the black man he lifted rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Bang bang..."

, he slapped him twice, but there was still no sign of the black man's sobriety.

The young man threw him aside in a fit of rage.

Turning to look at the few black people next to him, he didn't expect that they were lying on the ground one by one, obviously fainting.

Touched his face in surprise.

It's still so pink and smooth!

Why did they all faint?

Hmm, why did the monk disappear just now?

"Can you deduct it?" Hongyi looked at the strange gloom in front of him.

I saw her lying on the coffin board, holding the diamond with her hand.

"Hmm, it's so tightly glued, I can't pick it off

...", "What kind of broken glue...",

then the coffin shook strangely a few times.

"Huh, little master, the people inside will move..."

Followed by.

"Bang..."

Hongyi quickly pulled Youyou down, and only then could he avoid the coffin board that suddenly collapsed.

A large, swarthy hand came out of the coffin.

"Hey, hey... Why don't you jump?"

a solemn voice sounded, and then the person inside the coffin pushed up a stone tombstone and put it on the wall of the coffin.

Hongyi took a step back and looked down.

There was a white mark on the clothes that was scratched by the tombstone that crossed over.

The poor monk only changed his clothes tonight!

Decisively reached out and pushed the tombstone into it again.

"Bang..."The

figure that was about to climb out was instantly smashed into it again.

"Damn, it's too slippery?"

a pair of big black hands slowly lifted the tombstone again, and struggled to cross it and pull hard.

Well, it's solid!

"Boom... Where's the professional team, keep jumping!" the

black figure then stood up, his long sticky hair just showing out.

"Bang!"

the tombstone was pushed in by Hongyi again.

This time, there was not a single sound in the coffin for half a day.

Maybe it was strange that the tombstone fell twice.

This time, the big hand held the tombstone, and the body slowly rose.

"Whew..."I

didn't dare to pretend this time.

Finally poked his head out of the coffin.

Holding the erected tombstone with both hands, although it was a little heavy, but... Anyway, Lao Tzu got up.

What about a few? If Lao Tzu is not happy enough, he won't jump?

Why don't you just turn a few into zombies and carry yourself every day?

Thinking

of the beautiful life on the grave in the future, the grave owner couldn't help but laugh.

Just a turn of the head.

A handsome monk in front of him was looking at him with a smile.

Didn't you invite a monk?

Where did this monk come from?"

Can a monk blow suona?" the grave master took a step forward, and his posture was a little uncomfortable.

I saw that the monk in front of him was acting a little strangely.

What are you going to do with a hammer?

The grave owner watched as Hongyi held the hammer and smashed his elbow again and again.

"Bang..."

was smashed down by the tombstone again.

"I'm through... Monk, you wait, don't let Lao Tzu get up..."The grave owner roared angrily, holding the tombstone and rising again.

Very cautiously, he first exposed a gap and observed the enemy's situation.

Seeing that the monk had already taken two steps back.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You wait for Lao Tzu to go out.

The tombstone was gently placed, and the grave spirit jumped out of the coffin in a rage.

Lao Tzu finally stood up!

Do you know who has the final say in this area?" the grave owner said viciously, glaring at the two bulb-like eyes.

Hongyi put away the hammer and slowly drew his revolver, slowly filling the bullets one by one.

"Amitabha, donor, don't you know who has the final say?"

"Bang!"

casually gave the grave owner a shot...

At this time, Hongyi's warm voice sounded: "Of course it is... The government has the final say!"

the grave owner stared at the big hole in his chest with wide eyes, a little incredulous.

Why don't you follow the routine

? What about the lines

? You should say "I don't know"?

Why does the government have the final say!

Lao Tzu is such a powerful being... It is estimated that he can do enough to work in the government.

The owner of the grave stretched out his hand and took out the crumbs of meat that had been shattered on his chest, threw them on the ground casually, wiped his hand, and a burst of corpse gas floated by, his chest was intact, and even the dark chest hair recovered as if he had touched it just now.

"Phew... Today, Lao Tzu will let you understand who this piece is..."The grave owner spat fiercely.

"Bang!"

just didn't finish the sentence.

Another gunshot rang out.

Hongyi turned around in a dashing manner and stopped looking at him.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

The grave owner looked down at his chest in a daze, and his dark chest hair swayed shyly with his chest.

I looked at my legs, which were a little flaky.

Doesn't seem to be the problem

?"Huh?"

"Obviously hit?Why is there no sound of falling to the ground?Hongyi

turned around in astonishment.