Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Yo, Director Gu

, your figure is okay!" "Hehe, Lord Wang, your figure is also good, you usually don't exercise less at first glance!"

"What's the matter, it's not as good as yours, you have a little abdominal

muscles!" "You love to talk nonsense, look at your chest muscles... Oh, envy

!", "Your biceps are fierce!", "Your

triceps aren't even stronger!"

..."Everyone

in the Spiritual Bureau was speechless, looking at Gu Heng and Wang Daochang, who were touting each other.

The two of them were like beauty pageant champions, constantly showing off at each other in various bodybuilding poses, and their mouths were still not soft, and they kept belittleing each other in disguise!

Director Gu and Daoist Wang withdrew gloomily.

Also joined the audience.

At this time, the water playground is under the scorching sun.

The swimsuits chosen by several female comrades are not of the conservative type, and their figures are fully revealed, and under the sun, the white flowers simply blinded everyone's eyes.

Qin Lan led the three female comrades to put the swimming ring on the ground, sat on it, and draped the bath towel.

These dead otakus have really unscrupulous eyes.

I stared at it deadly.

It's really hateful

! It must be covered!

And at this time, Hongyi finally changed into a swimsuit and came out.

The moment Hongyi came out, it was as if the air had condensed.

Qin Lan looked at him in a daze, and he didn't notice that his body had slid off the swimming ring.

"Wow! What kind of devil figure is this?" the

female colleague next to her let out a compliment.

Yes

! What kind of devil figure is this!

Is this something that can be trained by a human being?

The men all bowed their heads in shame.

Gu Heng and Lord Wang remembered the posture of the two of them showing each other's muscles just now, and they couldn't help but blush.

It's a shame!

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

"Amitabha, donor, donor, aunt, hey!" Hongyi loudly woke up the drooling janitor.

"What's wrong?" When the aunt reacted, she glanced at Hongyi's figure, and couldn't help but blush a little.

The picture in my mind just now sounded

!Oops, it's so embarrassing!

"I want to rent a swimming ring!" Hongyi couldn't help frowning when he saw the strange expression of the aunt in front of him.

Oh my God, the frowning is so good-looking

!"No need, I'll give you one!!" The aunt then pulled a swimming ring from behind and handed it to Hongyi.

Under the surprised gaze of a group of people, Hongyi came over with a swimming ring.

It's really a world where you look at your face and look at your body!

It was obviously not like this when we went to rent a swimming ring just now

! The gap was too big!

The gay men seemed to have been discussed, and no one walked with Hongyi.

There's really no way to get together.

It's like I'm riding a shared bicycle, and you're driving a Bugatti Veyron, and we're going

to have to talk together! Is this okay

? Isn't it that I can't find it by myself?

The female comrades are all the opposite, constantly circling around Hongyi!

Qin Lan seems to have forgotten her oath, and she has to stay away from this monk when she goes out on a mission.

At this time, I was trying to sneak out and touch this heart-pounding muscle.

"Qin Lan's benefactor!" Hongyi

stopped her sinful hand at this time.

Who are these people!

He secretly stretched out his hand to the poor monk.

Sure enough, what the master said is not wrong, a woman's heart, a needle under the sea, never try to guess a woman's thoughts!

Walking through the long corridor, a huge artificial beach appeared in front of several people.

The sun was shining and the waves were crashing against the shore.

On the beach, there is a lot of people.

"Bang..."

"Ahh

Then, a little boy ran up, picked up the volleyball, and ran away as fast as he could.

"Bang!" the

volleyball flew again.

This time it hit Hongyi.

The little boy still didn't say a word, picked up the volleyball and quickly ran away.

Hongyi looked down at the place where he had been hit.

A faint black ghostly aura was attached to it.

Turned his head and glanced at Qin Lan, who had been hit just now.

It's also a black ghostly aura.

Qin Lan felt very bad at this time, after being hit by a volleyball.

Under the scorching sun, it was a little cold.

I couldn't help but wrap the bath towel tightly.

A burst of wind sounded, Qin Lan looked up, and the volleyball flew straight towards the door in front of him.

"Bang!"

Hongyi grabbed the volleyball with one hand, ignoring Qin Lan, who was moving his gaze next to him.

Wait for the little boy to come and pick up the volleyball.

A moment later.

The little boy looked at the volleyball in Hongyi's hand expressionlessly and stretched out his hand.

Hongyi smiled at him and didn't speak.

The little boy seemed to be a little anxious, and his face began to become hideous, so he stretched out his hand and stared at him deadly.

The two were at a stalemate.

"I... The little boy's

voice was very hoarse, not at all the cuteness of a child, on the contrary, it made people feel a little crazy.

"Amitabha, little friend, is this your volleyball?" Hongyi kept playing with the volleyball in his hand.

The little boy nodded, stretched out his hand and jumped up to hug the volleyball.

However, the height gap is too large.

It's out of reach.

I thought that the monk in front of me would give it to him, but I didn't expect the monk to seem to be addicted to playing, and kept showing off all kinds of skills in front of him.

"Give me... Give it to me!" the little boy shouted.

Hongyi stopped, stared at the little boy and said, "Do you call it and see if it agrees?"

Give it to me!" The

black ghost qi on the little boy's body began to slowly leak out of his body, and his little hands, which were white just now, would become blue and swollen, and his whole body began to exude an unpleasant smell of dead fish.

"Boom... You want to—

" "Here you go!" The

little boy was about to go crazy, he wanted to make the monk in front of him look good.

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere that had just been raised was destroyed in an instant.

Hongyi handed him the volleyball and said softly: "The poor monk will repair it for you, so you won't be able to smash anyone." As he

spoke, he took out a knife from his bag and stabbed it at the volleyball.

"Poof...",

the visible speed of the volleyball, dried up.

"Alright, let's play! That's good!"

the little boy looked at the volleyball in his hand in a daze, no, it should be the volleyball skin now, because it was out of gas.

"Smack!"

stuck directly to the ground, and could no longer bounce up.

"Ahhhh You wait!"

was surprised that the imp did not go mad on the spot, but ran away.

After a while, Hongyi understood!

The emotional ghost went to call his parents.

At this time, the imp was pulling a big-bellied man, followed by an equally obese woman.

The three of them hurried over.

"That's him!Grab my volleyball

...""Woo, he's still hitting me..."

"Slap me on the head... Kick me..."

"You want to stab me with a knife!" The

little ghost pointed at Hongyi, crying loudly, crying as he told about the atrocities that the monk in front of him had done.