Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"What about the eminent monks at Fazong Temple that I care about? Have you run away?"

A wooden barrel, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became hot, and everyone was typing and discussing.

Han Xiaomei glanced at the bullet screen, stretched out her hand and pulled Hongyi in front of the live broadcast camera, "This is Master Hongyi, don't look at him at a young age, he has slayed demons and demons since he was a child, and there are countless ghosts who died under his hands.

Master, if there is a ghost, what do you think? "

Hong Yi glanced at the wooden barrel in the distance with a solemn expression, and stood with one hand in front of his chest: "Amitabha, poor monk... Maybe sit and watch!"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

What's your trick?

Madam, this is a live broadcast of terrifying ghosts!

"Hehe, the master was afraid that the atmosphere would be too solemn and deliberate. I didn't expect monks to be so humorous now." Reaching out and dragging Hong Yi aside, Han Xiaomei smiled awkwardly at the live broadcast room:

"Let's go closer and see the barrel!"

Hong Yi followed her around the pond for half a circle and came to the side of the floating wooden barrel.

"Look, this is an ordinary wooden barrel. Except for the smell of water, there is nothing unusual about the entire pond. It seems that the rumors are not credible." Han Xiaomei pointed the live broadcast equipment at the wooden barrel and said with a smile.

There will be less than a minute left until 12 midnight.

The two walked back to their original positions along the other side of the pond, and found nothing unusual again.

"Mister watchers, everyone has watched it, and has walked around the pond. Except for the wooden barrels, there is no ghost here..." Han Xiaomei said to the audience in the live broadcast room.

However, at this time!

"Uuuuuuu!"

There were bursts of women crying beside the barrel in the distance.

"what!"

Han Xiaomei was startled, threw the camera equipment to Hong Yi, turned and hid behind him.

"Crash... Crash..."

There was a sound of water.

I do not know when the barrel has come to the shore from the water, a red-clothed long-haired woman squatted beside the barrel, her hands into the barrel and kept stirring.

"Detecting the appearance of a supernatural being around the host, the Chaodu Wushuang system was officially launched."

"This system is dedicated to allowing the host to become unparalleled in the world of spiritual recovery, save all ghosts, and achieve supreme merit!"

"Task content: Make the laundry ghost laugh three times."

"Task reward: Washing the Marrow Sutra (Mind Method)."

Chapter 2 Come, give the poor monk a smile!

Make the laundry ghost laugh three times?

Han Yi glanced at the live broadcast room, and the water friends were already fried.

"Fuck! Is there really a ghost?"

"Is there no high-energy warning?"

"It's cold, it's cold, I've called my black cousin."

Han Xiaomei was behind Hong Yi, her whole body trembling slightly: "Hong... Hong Yi, what is that red dress?"

"Have you really met a ghost?"

Hong Yi lightly patted her little hand on his shoulder: "Amitabha, it doesn't matter... The poor monk will come to meet her!"

Go to the barrel.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A low, hoarse cry just sounded.

"boom!"

Hongyi decisively gave him a brain break.

The woman's cry stopped, and her pale hands began to tremble, obviously angry.

A more mournful ghost cry sounded, and the face covered by the long hair slowly prepared to be lifted up.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands swept over her head and shoved her head directly into the laundry tub.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Hong Yi held the female ghost's head with one hand, and put one hand on his chest: "Amitabha Buddha, female benefactor, doing laundry here late at night, but there is no water in the house?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The female ghost raised her head sharply, and a more shrill scream sounded.

I saw an extremely terrifying face exposed. Half of the entire face was completely rotten, and the bones could be faintly seen. A black eyeball was hanging outside the eye socket, and the large mouth of the blood basin had been cracked behind the ear.

"Female benefactor, can you give the poor monk a smile?" Hong Yi showed a harmless smile.