Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 129 Master, You Just Became an Old Monk

Outside the car, it was just dawn.

In the car, Yang Hao and Liu Qing sat upright in the back seat, quietly waiting for Prince Ma to come back.

Feeling that his physical condition seemed to be recovering little by little, Yang Hao finally felt relieved for the time being.

After thinking about it, he briefly turned on the perspective and focused on Liu Qing.

Swish!
A translucent blue human body appeared in front of Yang Hao.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, spine, skull...all clearly.

"Phew, this is a good medical ability, much clearer than the X-ray in the hospital."

Yang Hao moved his gaze down to Liu Qing's right knee.

Sure enough, there were several clearly visible cracks on the bones there. Although they had been repaired, they could not be fully restored after all.

It's like a piece of porcelain that was originally intact, but after being broken, it is repaired with glue.

On the outside, it seems that there is nothing serious, but Liu Qing can never return to the basketball court.

"Oh, this is the legendary arrow shot in the knee, what a bad boy."

Yang Hao secretly sighed, turned off the perspective function, and was about to look away.

Liu Qing, who was blushing with honey, mustered up her courage at this moment, and murmured: "You...why are you staring at me, I...I have anti-wolf spray."

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: "Please, Sister Qing, I'm already in this state, I feel like my body has been hollowed out, what do I have the strength to do?"

Liu Qing's face turned even redder, and she asked boldly, "You...what did you do last night, no...won't you masturbate all night, right?"

Puff puff!
Yang Hao's head was full of black lines, he raised his forehead and said: "Sister, big sister of the demon king, please let me go, I want to be quiet."

After a while, Liu Qing spoke again, and asked cautiously: "Jingjing... who is Jingjing? Your girlfriend?"

Yang Hao's eyes darkened, and he didn't want to speak at all.

Fortunately, not long after, Prince Ma got into the car with two people.

It turned out to be two monks!
One old and one young, wearing gray monk robes and black cloth shoes.

The old monk was skinny and not young, he looked kindly and kindly, his head was shiny, and there were ring scars.

Yang Hao glanced at it, and saw a total of twelve ring scars.

The little monk was expressionless. He looked about the same age as Yang Hao, with a little blue hair stubble remaining on his head, and no ring scars.

The old monk was carrying a string of rosary beads, while the young monk was carrying a gray cloth bundle.

"Xiao Liu, you should sit in the co-pilot, or if the little monk's soul is taken away, the old monk will have to fight with me, hahaha!"

Prince Ma didn't even let the monk off, winking and teasing.

The old monk smiled and said nothing, still kind-hearted, while the young monk glanced at Liu Qing, then curled his lips and looked away.

On the contrary, it made Liu Qing blushed, and got into the co-pilot as if fleeing.

The car started and drove to the south of the city.

The old monk sat on the right side of the back row, closed his eyes and rested his mind, gently turning the rosary in his hand, looking a bit like an otherworldly expert.

The little monk sat in the middle. As soon as he got into the car, he leaned back on the seat comfortably, and then looked at Yang Hao on the left.

"Hey, buddy, you've had a lot of fun, it's all like this, do you want to buy some Shiquan Dabu pills for a tonic? I have hard goods here, all of which are secret medicines from the Tantric School of the Western Regions , After eating the package, you are as powerful as a dragon and a tiger..."

Balabala, the little monk actually sold Yang Hao to Yang Hao.

The corners of Yang Hao's mouth twitched when he heard this, he first looked at the old monk who didn't pay attention, and then at Prince Ma, he really didn't understand what kind of way this young monk was.

Prince Ma explained while driving: "Hahaha, little friend, don't be nervous, this little monk is practicing wild fox meditation, which is different from the closed-mouth meditation practiced by the old monk..."

The little monk was not happy anymore, and interrupted bluffing: "Hey, hey, old horse, you just practiced the wild fox meditation, and your whole family practiced the wild fox meditation! The Buddha's practice is obviously the Fudo Mingwang Huanxi Zen that was secretly passed down in the tantric school. If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, Buddha will slap you to death!"

Prince Ma didn't hesitate, and continued to expose his background: "Hey, fuck me? You want to slap me to death? Believe it or not, I will call the Dongying Consulate immediately and say that there is a guy who stole the secret treasure of Shingon sect. Pretending to be the heir of the Tantric sect of the Western Regions here, bluffing and deceiving?"

The little monk immediately faltered, wishing he could reach out his hand to cover Prince Ma's mouth: "Oh, old horse, I was joking with you, you still take it seriously, hehehe."

As he spoke, he still looked around, and finally took out a white porcelain bottle the size of a child's palm from his luggage, stuffed it in Yang Hao, and smiled at him: "Brother, are you the illegitimate son of Lao Ma? A bottle of 'Blissful Pure Land Great Tonic Pill' for you, no money!"

puff!
Yang Hao's white eyes almost pierced the sky, but he couldn't be as knowledgeable as this rascal-like little monk.

He was about to return the porcelain bottle to the little monk, when Prince Ma suddenly said, "Hey, Yang Hao, if you give it to you, just accept it. Although this thing can't match my royal secret medicine, it's better than those bullshit rehmannia pills on the market Too much, you are so empty now, just make up for it."

The little monk rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, yes, yes, we don't look at the advertisements to see the curative effect. If you feel good after eating it, you can buy it from me later. I promise to give you a preferential price!"

Puff puff!
Yang Hao resisted the urge to squirt blood, and didn't bother to talk nonsense with the old and the young. He stuffed the porcelain bottle into his bag, and imitated the old monk, preparing to close his eyes and rest his mind.

The little monk didn't intend to let this potential client go, so he leaned over and asked, "Brother, your name is Yang Hao, right? The Hao who sued at three o'clock, or the Hao from Ritian?"

Yang Hao's eyes couldn't move anymore, and he wailed in his heart: Are you fucking meow still chatting?What the hell is Hao called Ritian?Although...it is indeed ahhh!
Prince Ma interjected, laughing: "Yang from the Yang family, Hao from Ritian, yes, it's a sun from the sky, hahahaha!"

In the end, the old guy couldn't help laughing wildly.

Liu Qing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, also blushed and sniggered.

Only the old monk still maintained his benevolent expression without any change.

Yang Hao even has the heart to blow up the car at the moment, so he keeps a dark face and doesn't speak.

The little monk was a shameless self-acquaintance. He took out a mobile phone from his luggage and asked, "Brother Hao, how many WeChat accounts do you have? I'll add you and keep in touch in the future. I have a lot of good things here."

Yang Hao glanced at his mobile phone, and he was in a bad mood.

What the little monk took out was the latest large-screen Apple mobile phone, the color of rich gold dazzled the eyes.

Yang Hao couldn't help but said quietly: "Old Ma, is this guy your illegitimate son?"

Prince Ma and the little monk didn't mind at all, they shrugged together and said in unison, "Hmph, I don't even want this kind of shameless person for nothing!"

Yang Hao was speechless, and he believed in his heart that there must be some connection between these two guys.

When the little monk's WeChat friend application was sent, Yang Hao saw the guy's WeChat name, and there were ten thousand grass-mud horses roaring in his heart.

Looking at the name, he couldn't help complaining: "Little brother, are you sure you are really a monk, not sent by the Buddha to play with me?"

The little monk was still a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and asked: "I am really a monk. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. I have a bureaucracy."

Yang Hao was speechless, and passed the friend application with black lines all over his head.

System prompt: You have become friends with 'Master, you have become an old monk'!
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