Rebuild the Upgrade Path

Let go of our affairs, on the other side, in the southwestern part of Yunzhou, in a wooden old village, underground...

"Dead pig, I slept for a day, and I haven't woken up yet!"

"Huh! This guy has thick skin and thick skin. He can't move when he hits him. He can't wake up no matter what. Gu techniques are useless to him. No wonder he can suppress things like Dahonglian, **** it. , Is there such a monk in the world?"

In the darkness, the fat monk slowly regained consciousness. He heard such remarks as soon as he woke up.

"My God... I said, where are you all from? Why is Mandarin so bad?"

Although the two people were talking in Chinese, they were not good in Mandarin. The fat monk was barely able to hear what they were saying, but the first reaction was not to worry about himself, but to complain immediately...

"Huh?!" When the two people heard it, they were taken aback, why is there a third person talking here?

I took a closer look and realized that the fat monk who had been **** in their mouths for a whole day and was asleep, couldn't wake up even after being beaten with a leather whip, and the Gu technique had no effect on him, finally woke up.

"Boy, I'm awake! Look, I went up and told the priest and grandma to go."

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

The two said, one of them walked in the direction opposite to the fat monk, opened the door of the room, went outside, and then heard the sound of going up the stairs.

This is a basement. Not to mention it is night. Even during the day, there is not much light coming in. There are only a few vents the size of a manhole cover, which can shine some light.

And they are not afraid of shouting loudly from the people inside, attracting the attention of others, because all the houses around here are all their people...

The fat monk took advantage of this moment to take advantage of this time to relax for a while, his eyesight also recovered, and he was able to see the things in the room clearly.

The front of the basement was all built up with stones. Because the underground was wet, it was a little wet. In some places, some small green plants grew out. I don't know what it is.

On the left and right, there are things of unknown purpose, bottles and cans, various tools, and things like stoves. They can't be seen clearly. Some are on the table and some are on the ground.

There were three chairs beside the table, two of which were empty, and one with a person sitting on it. There was actually a person sitting on the other side just now, but he went up.

On the table, there is a kerosene lamp, which looks a bit retro, but the light is not strong, only these can be seen, and it is not very clear.

And the one facing the fat monk was a door. It was indistinguishable whether it was wood or iron. It looked like a prison door. There was a small window on the door and a railing on the small bed. The material was also unknown.

For the rest, I can't see anything.

The fat monk himself is in a state at this time, he is tied to a cross, his legs are tied together, his arms are stretched to the left and right, and he is fixed to the cross. Except for the head, the rest is at most I can move my fingers and toes.

"Yeah, it's pretty playful, hey, that bald, why do you tie Buddha to me?!"

The fat monk had no sense of crisis at all, he still looked humble, looked at the only one left in the room except him, and asked.

The man originally sat in a chair and looked at him. His expression was extremely triumphant and a bit cruel. It was a common expression of interrogators facing a prisoner, but after his words, this expression changed. Nothing...

This person is very thin. From the perspective of his face, he doesn't look like a Central Plains person. His head is a bit flat and his forehead is quite big.

People like this kind of relatively bald-looking people must be particularly taboo against others using his hairline to talk about things. As a result, one mouth is just a "bald head."

More importantly, he looked at the monk who had no hair on top of his head, and listened to the phrase "bald" that the other party called him, and suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted!

That feeling is tantamount to a child who sounds less than ten years old in the channel when he is playing games, saying you "primary school student" in an immature voice.

"Hold the grass mud code!"

That guy couldn't help but grabbed a stick from the table and stood up directly.

"Yeah, what are you going to do?!" The fat monk continued to play tricks with a look of life and death.

Just as the thin man was about to walk over and give him two sticks, outside, when the door opened, several people came in again.

There is no need to look back, the thin man knows who is here. He must have known who was calling when the man went up just now. He must know that he can't be presumptuous in front of them, so he quickly put down his stick and stood aside.

Among this group of people, walking at the forefront was a woman who seemed to be in her thirties, with a cold face.

The fat monk was happy when he saw it: "How do I take the stick? Here comes a woman!"

"..."

The woman's face was black at the time!

Why did you drive the car suddenly? Caught off guard! The car wheels are all pressed on their faces!

Behind the woman, followed an old lady who was only up to her waist, who looked like she was in her eighties, leaned on a walking stick, and had only two slits between her eyes and her wrinkles.

In addition, there was a man with a medium build. This was the one who just went up to call someone, but at that time the fat monk hadn't recovered his eyesight, so he didn't see him.

At this time, the fat monk was still there and yelled, "Hey, hey, don't put it down, lift it up, you don't know what to do?!"

The thin man lowered his head and held the stick close to his body, his sweat came off!

This matter is related to myself! If he doesn't take a stick, how can he copy this cheap? ! What if the priestess gets angry and she is abolished?

The fat monk looked at him like this, smiled, and looked at others.

The woman said, the man doesn’t look bright, but the old lady...

People should lose their hair when they get old, but this old lady, the amount of hair is not comparable to ordinary people! The white hair on one end is like a fluffy cake, and the whole head is full and bulging!

"Hey! Look at this! An old lady has more hair than you, how did you mess with it?" The fat monk looked at the thin man with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

The thin man bowed his head and dared not speak, he scolded the fat monk several times in his heart, and said that if you don't look at yourself, are you qualified to say me? !

The man on the other side was a fluke-it was me who just went up! If he stays, it doesn’t necessarily mean what he said!

But he said this invisibly, but he praised the old lady. The old lady laughed twice and looked up at him and said, "Good mouth! I'm in jail but not in a hurry, There is no fear, there really is some mastery."

"Uhhhhh!!!"

As soon as the fat monk heard this, he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his face was full of admiration, and he deeply agreed with this!

"It's still the old lady, who loves to be honest! I didn't expect you to be a low-level person, but this is not low-level at all!"

old lady:"……"

You can't boast about this stuff, and can't help but tell you something.

The woman stood in the forefront and couldn't help it anymore. Looking at the fat monk, she said coldly: "Humph! Only greasy lips, see if I don't tear your mouth!"

As the woman said, she raised her hand and hit it, holding a weird little stick in her hand.

As a result, the rod had just been hit, before it hit the fat monk's body, only five centimeters in front of him, she was suddenly bounced back by a golden light barrier, causing her to stagger and almost fell back Butt squat.

"Oh, I said no, you have it yourself, hey, you can't do this, he is so big!"

The fat monk looked at the little stick in the woman's hand and said with a serious face.

Had it not been for the boss by his side now, the thin man would have rushed forward. What did he do so impulsively? ! It's not easy to provoke such a thing.

But the fat monk did not stop on this topic anymore, and said: "But, what's the matter with your Mandarin? It's worse than them, hey, did you learn it from her?"

That woman is not a Chinese at all, don't speak Mandarin, it would be nice to be able to speak Chinese well!

At this time, the woman had stood firm, looking at her helpless fat monk, her body trembled with anger, but after seeing the small stick in her hand, the expression on her face was more surprised than angry.

The fat monk ran the train with his mouth full, and she didn't know what it was, she knew it.

On the small stick, there was a very small sign, like a cross, and under the cross, there were two things like a beard. The two ends were bent and pointed upward to the ends of the cross bar.

This thing is a magic weapon of their Nanyang Association. Every priest will have such a magic weapon. It is one of the most powerful magic weapons in their hands, but it is of no use to this fat monk today.

Not to mention useless, even directly suppressed by others!

"Who are you?" The woman looked at the fat monk, gritted her teeth and squeezed out the words from the roots of her teeth.

But she said this sentence in Nanyang, so the fat monk naturally didn't understand it.

"Huh?" The fat monk stretched his neck and made a "you say it again" posture.

In fact, what he didn't know was that it was this woman who caught him from the hotel last night.

As a priest, the ghosts she can manipulate will naturally not be used by people like Weicheng. Although she only raises one, there are not many soldiers but a spirit. This one already has the strength of a ghost!

However, just last night, because the fat monk was to be taken out of the hotel, this ghost was seriously injured, losing nearly half of its power!

If the Buddha's light on the fat monk was just an ordinary attack, it would be pure defense, and it could only ensure that he was not injured, and the pain was still there.

But if it is the power of evil, then... hehe! Just like before, five centimeters away, just pop it out for you!

The ghost and demon grabbed the fat monk, and the master's command could not be ignored. On the way, it was like holding a piece of hot charcoal that was burning red!

After doing this, you have to rest for a long time to get over.

Why was the woman so cold when she came in, and why she was so angry with the fat monk, it was because of this. Just such a ghost has made him half disabled, can you not hate it?

On the other side, the old lady looked at the fat monk and nodded: "Even that thing can be bounced away. Sure enough, someone who can suppress my big red lotus. This power is so wonderful. Oh-I can't wait to have it for me!"

"Hey, look, among you people, just count this old lady who can talk. This sentence is all truthful, don't look at the parents..."

"Okay, okay, I know, don't look at my length, but what I said is not inferior at all, right? I have said it all again."

The fat monk was taken aback at the time and looked at the old lady, with a look of surprise on his face: "Yeah, that's not bad, I have learned to answer!"