I'm building a heaven in a mental hospital

Chapter 44

More than half an hour passed.

Zhenren Zhao and Zen Master Wuchen, the two masters of the practice world.

Only then did you leisurely wake up from the coma.

Stretching out his hand to touch the blood on his face, Zhenren Zhao stood up from the ground with his head dizzy and staggering:
"I was careless, no flash!"

In front of his old enemy, the dead bald donkey Zen master, he immediately began to declare that everything was due to his underestimation of the enemy.

Otherwise, he would beat that muscular old warrior every minute.

On the other hand, Zen Master Wuchen, who was beaten until he vomited all the vegetarian food overnight, wiped the corners of his mouth and nodded in agreement:

"There is one thing to say, indeed! The poor monk is also careless! He never used the top Buddhist supernatural power 'Dawei Tianlong' to strike first, otherwise the victory or defeat will be unpredictable!"

A policewoman who was waiting by the side asked the two men who had regained consciousness in a gentle voice:
"Two old men, have you seen the appearance of the murderer who beat you just now? Our police need you to make a record and cooperate with the investigation."

"Beating? What beating? I was just walking on the road, and I accidentally fell and got a nosebleed, okay!"

Master Zhao held the bridge of his nose that was bleeding again, and immediately expressed his strong objection.

"The poor monk just vomited out of his stomach because of his unclean diet. How could he be beaten?"

Zen Master Wuchen also held his sore abdomen, saluted with one hand with a pale complexion, and said solemnly.

Everyone, as respected seniors in the practice world, is it easy to lose face?
How could he admit that he was walking on the road, but was punched unconscious by an old warrior who appeared out of nowhere?

When it came out, the old face was completely lost!

The two were brutally beaten, and they were hard-fought brothers who had fought for hundreds of years because of their different beliefs.

At this moment, the ideological realm has reached a high degree of unity!

I have to say that the effect of convincing people with virtue is immediate!
The policewoman saw that the two old men spoke so strangely and uniformly.

I can't help but worry that the two of them have been in a coma for too long, resulting in brain trauma and mental disorders.

Dang even prepared to dispatch an ambulance to send the two elders to the hospital for examination and treatment.

Zhenren Zhao and Zen Master Wuchen didn't let each other succeed, they ran away immediately.

After running away, Zhao Zhenren took out his phone and started contacting the Daoist League and relevant departments.

Deploy aftermath work.

Naturally, the two of them did not mention that they were beaten up by that unknown old warrior.

Just now, on this street, there appeared an extremely ferocious forbidden martial artist, tall and muscular.

If the members of the alliance encounter the first time to protect their own safety, they must be invincible, and they must report to the superior in time.

Not long after, the two arrived at the destination of this trip——

Castle Peak Mental Hospital!

"I don't know why, when the poor monk sees this gate, an indescribable feeling of fear arises spontaneously!"

Zen Master Wuchen stood under the gate of the hospital.

Looking up at this seemingly dilapidated courtyard, he murmured to himself in doubt.

"Look at the woolen gate, what's so good about this thing, if you like to catch up, you can also build one in your temple. Don't dawdle, there are some ordinary mental patients here, not some gods In the heaven where Buddhas gather, you who have practiced Buddhism for more than 300 years are afraid of you!"

Zhenren Zhao, who had an uncomfortable nose, didn't even bother to raise his head to take a look, so he urged his rival, the old bald donkey, to enter quickly.

Don't stand here like a stake.

It's embarrassing to look like he just came out of the well and has never seen the world.

Zen Master Wu Chen also retracted his eyes when he heard the words, and walked inward without looking too much.

If the cultivation base is not enough, no matter how long you look at it, you will not be able to get a glimpse of the "truth" of this gate.

"stop!"

As soon as the two entered the Qingshan Mental Hospital, a majestic shout came from the side.

Turn your head and look.

It was an old man wearing the overalls of the doorman with wide-eyed eyes.

He moved a small bench and sat by the gate to watch.

There is a pair of very sexy split-mouth flip flops on her feet, and a dazzling golden "treasure knife" on her waist.

Because this knife is the kind of plastic knife for children to play with, and it also shines.

At least 20 yuan!
Ever since he received the appointment from Emperor Li Tian, ​​he came here to do his duty faithfully, the Northern Immortal Venerable Old Chen.

It has been more than two hours since I took up the post of guarding Tianmen for the first time.

He is well aware of the importance of guarding the Tianmen.

During these two hours or so, he put up all his energy and scanned every person who entered and exited with his eyes.

Never let any suspicious person enter!
And now, he found two sneaky men in strange clothes!

Not only are the clothes dirty and dusty for these two people!

One of the old Taoists' face was covered with blood, and his clothes were covered with blood. He looked like the kind of villain who likes to fight fiercely.

As for the other bald head, just standing under the gate and looking around with a pair of wretched eyes, it seems that he has no good intentions!
Thinking of this, Lao Chen put his palm on the handle of the precious saber.

Be ready to draw a knife to meet the enemy at any time!

Speaking of the origin of this precious sword, he was very proud.

Today, when I took office for the first time, I mentioned to Li Tiandi that without weapons to defend myself, it would be very difficult for a young person to enter.

So Li Tiandi found this precious sword as a gift!

The moment when both hands solemnly took over the knife and grasped the handle of the knife.

In a trance, Lao Chen returned to the heroic years when he was an immortal, guarding the Tianmen of the Northern Territory with one man, one knife and one dog, and overwhelming the army of millions of evil spirits!
Since this knife was gifted by Li Tiandi himself, it must be an extraordinary existence!
Not only is the material used strange, but it even emits light!
It will shine!
At this time, Zhenren Zhao stared at the man in front of him with a bewildered appearance and a refined temperament.

The palm is placed on a children's plastic toy knife, making the gatekeeper look like he is about to draw the knife.

The wind blows.

The obviously ill-fitting uncle's clothes were blown.

The blue and white striped hospital gown with "Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital" embroidered underneath was exposed.

At this moment, Zhenren Zhao suddenly realized that the old man was a mental patient in the hospital.

In this way, everything seems so reasonable.

Hey, don't tell me, this mental patient is really energetic!
"Old Chen, stop!"

At this time, Li Wanji, who received the news, rushed over, and hurriedly called Chen Beiming to put down the "peerless weapon".

The main reason is that I am afraid that I will really draw out the knife. The knife starts to play some popular classic children's songs like "Dad's father is called grandpa, and father's mother is called grandma...".

He would laugh Zhenren Zhao and the old bald donkey friend he called to death on the spot.

That's right.

This is a toy treasure knife that he temporarily borrowed from the nurse, and the other party plans to give it to his son.

In addition to lighting up, various nursery rhymes will be played randomly.

"Li Tian...President Li! Look at this old Taoist priest covered in blood and acting suspiciously and sneakily. He doesn't look like a good person at first sight!"

Beiming Immortal Venerable Old Chen, who almost slipped the tongue, changed his words in time.

Long before he came out to guard the Tianmen, Li Wanji had seriously warned him.

When there are outsiders around, don't call yourself "Li Tiandi", just call yourself "President Li".

It wasn't that Li Wanji was worried about revealing his identity.

Anyway, no one would take seriously what Lao Chen said as a mentally ill person in the eyes of ordinary people.

The main reason is that it is too embarrassing to be called "Li Tiandi" in the public.

Easy to die on the spot.

"Hey! How do you talk? What do you mean by being suspicious and sneaky? You don't look like a good person?"

Zhenren Zhao was not happy to hear this comment.

He has a dignified appearance, and he is regarded as a master of Taoism wherever he goes.

How could it be reduced to such an evaluation in the mouth of the other party?

It's so rude!

"Zhao Daoyou, you have a good idea! Why do you want to care about the gains and losses of words with a mentally disabled patient? It seems that the practice of mental state is not enough. Why don't you come to my Buddhist school to practice Buddhism and meditate? Seeing that we have known each other for so many years For your sake, the poor monk can consecrate you himself!"

Naturally, Zen Master Wuchen would not let go of this opportunity to retaliate against his old opponent.

Pretending to be an eminent monk who is not surprised by favor or humiliation, he advised in the tone of a teacher.

"You bald monk, too. Look at the pale face of a person who has been dead for seven days. It seems that the body has been hollowed out by excessive indulgence. You are not a serious monk. You have been staring wretchedly before entering the door!"

Beiming Immortal Venerable Old Chen had no fear, and made another stab.

"Shameless old thief! If I don't show off my power, you will treat me as a sick cat!"

The image of Zen Master Wuchen as an accomplished monk instantly disintegrated.

Turned into a glaring King Kong on the spot.

I can't wait to rush up and hit the mighty Tianlong!
(End of this chapter)