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Chapter 101 Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?Self-immolation to ask God?

Taoist Xuanhu had already waited below.

This Sai Banxian dared to use their Taoist stuff.

This is all for you to use, what should I use? ?

If you don't let you suffer, you don't even know who I am!

And this Sai Banxian was full of Chen Yu's affairs just now.

Naturally, he didn't pay attention to his feet.

I fell into a dog gnawing mud!

"Oh, what villain is secretly hurting people!"

Looking back, it turned out to be a mysterious Taoist.

He was about to yell.

Only to find that his sunglasses fell off.

"Oh, it turns out that Sai Banxian's eyes are bright!"

"No wonder seeing Lei Gong and Dian Mu is in a hurry to go home today!"

Sai Banxian put on his glasses and picked up his blind stick.

The blind cane was thrown back, and it stretched a lot.

It was drawn directly on Taoist Xuanhu's calf.

The Taoist smoked so mysteriously that he jumped around in place!
"Hmph, it's just fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps!"

……

Both ended in failure and stepped down.

The rest is the monk.

"Amitabha, it seems that the task of saving the common people is still up to the old monk..."

Taoist Xuanhu and Sai Banxian squinted and snorted coldly.

What to wear?

Both nostrils are inserted with onions, pretending to be like.

They are all peers.

It's really pointless to put it on again.

But the monk didn't even look at the two of them.

Go straight up to the stage.

He also asked his little monk to bring him a futon.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he read scriptures.

Specifically, it is the Lotus Sutra, the Great Compassion Mantra, or other scriptures.

No one could hear clearly at all.

I can only hear the buzzing of mosquitoes lingering around my ears.

Chen Yu thought his kung fu of chanting scriptures was interesting.

The focus is on a sense of atmosphere and artistic conception.

What exactly was read, no one else could hear it anyway.

Liu Yan'er rubbed her temples and leaned on Chen Yu's shoulder.

"Boss, I have a headache, when shall we go back?"

Liu Yan'er was obviously tortured by this monk.

Of course, not that kind of torture.

Just mental torture.

"Go back? It's still early, we're here to wait for business."

Liu Yan'er made a cute and pitiful look.

"When will they come to our company to do business?"

Chen Yu looked at Liu Yan'er in a little surprise.

"I didn't expect that you are in such a hurry to do business now?"

"Don't worry, it will probably be there in the evening."

Liu Yan'er has long been used to it.

The people that my boss cares about basically never ran out.

She looked at these three masters of bluffing and deceit, thinking that she would have to bear it for a while longer.

Chen Yu rubbed her head.

"The business is very big, bear with it."

Wang Hao heard this next to him.

He immediately focused his attention on Chen Yu and Liu Yan'er.

Is this something I can hear?
……

After ten minutes.

To everyone's surprise, the monk was still reciting.

And it's still the kind that doesn't blush and doesn't heartbeat.

Chen Yu nodded silently.

It is not easy for them to eat this bowl of rice.

It seems that there is a long way to go to pretend to be forceful.

Why is the Chinese entertainment industry so depressed now?

Actors with good relationships have not developed in the entertainment industry, but are walking in the rivers and lakes!
The villagers in the audience obviously didn't have enough patience.

Standing below for more than half an hour.

Now I have to listen to the monk recite the scriptures for more than 10 minutes.

If this continues, they will probably sleep on bunks above the square.

"Master, when do you want to read it?"

"Aren't you thirsty?"

"Are there any monsters? If there are monsters, is there anything you can do?"

"This group of people are playing tricks, maybe they just want to cheat us of money!"

The villagers started talking again.

Their attitude towards these masters now is in stark contrast to what it was at the beginning.

Maybe this is human nature, turning faces is faster than turning pages!

But although the villagers are a little impatient.

But Chen Yu was quite calm.

I can get three big orders by waiting here for a few hours.

Such good things don't happen every day.

The monk with the tilted head above couldn't sit still when he heard what the villagers said.

The speed of chanting scriptures in his mouth is getting faster and faster.

And a few blue veins appeared on his face.

Seeing that he was about to fail to come to the stage.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches.

The villagers below were startled.

Even Chen Yu felt that his eyes were interesting.

Could it be that this monk is really capable?

Then you have to take a good look at how he communicates with the underworld.

But in the end, Chen Yu's expectations also came to nothing.

He suddenly cried out.

"The god is at home today! But he said that this monster has too much yin energy! The mana is powerful! You need to use a pure yang body to fight against it!"

"The old man is willing to sacrifice his golden body and pass away on the spot! In exchange for the well-being of the villagers!"

"Prarabravami! If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

"what!!!"

Everyone was completely stunned by his inexplicable words.

No one reacted.

I saw him rushing towards the torch.

Just set yourself on fire!
Chen Yu and others took a look.

What the hell!

This one is even more heavyweight!
From now on, who would dare to say that he is a puppy?

This is a real man!

He actually wants to set himself on fire and ask God!
It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

He set himself on fire in exchange for the peace of the village.

I'm afraid this pagoda will be built for him to go to heaven.

"Quick, quick, fetch water, fetch water!"

Of course the village chief knew that the monk was deliberately bluffing.

To put it bluntly, I just can’t get down, and I want to find a step down.

How could this make him really burn himself to death.

The captain of the criminal police team is here, and when the time comes, they will say that they intend to murder and will not save them.

Will their village continue to survive?

But everyone didn't bring much water for a long time.

The monk was dumbfounded.

What a pity, I just wanted to find a way to go down!
As a result, I didn't expect them to transport water so slowly!
No no no!

My lifeblood is almost burned!
So he quickly lay down on the ground and rolled over and over again.

Shouting for help.

This voice is much louder than chanting scriptures.

Seeing this, Wang Hao hurried up to fight the fire.

He took a quick look around.

I saw several barrels on a cart.

No matter what, just pick up the bucket and throw it at the monk.

One bucket is not enough, another bucket!
can not stop at all!

And the fire on him was quickly extinguished.

It was only later that Wang Hao realized that something was wrong.

Why does this water smell so strong?
Just after seeing clearly what is on the monk.

Everyone stay away!
"Fuck, what is this?"

"How can it be so smelly!"

"Bad, who opened a can of herring?"

……

The monk felt something slipping from his head.

Reach out and grab.

Suddenly vomited.

A villager on the side shouted eagerly.

"You got shit all over your head!"

At this moment, the monk really wanted to die!

(End of this chapter)