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

The master of Qingfang saw that the scary ghost in front of him actually put his hands together and said a Buddhist language.

Involuntarily brightened.

grinning non-stop.

"Scary... not bad... just with this sentence, the poor monk will have to knock you on the head for three days..."

"Uh!" Hong Yi frowned.

I forgot to turn into a scary ghost.

"Hehe, poor monk..." Hong Yi was directly angry.

I'm not used to it!

Directly cancel the transformation state and change back to its original appearance.

This startled the master of Qingfang.

Is this a real monk?

Really monk!

"Haha, yes, yes... I dared to use the magic of illusion to enter the territory of Lord Sadako, and he is still a monk, and the poor monk is very happy..."

In the blink of an eye, the master of Qingfang had a fiery expression on his face.

"Come on, kiss it..."

Putting the small skull head on the top of the wooden fish stick straight in front of Hongyi's mouth, the master of Qingfang said with a smile:

"Kiss it, the poor monk will turn you into a ghost, immortal, how about it?"

Hongyi: "..."

He took a deep breath and exhaled the suffocating air in his chest.

So annoying!

Become a ghost?

This is such a poor monk's competitor!

I can't leave you alone!

Reach out and grab the small skull.

"That's right... holding on to the kiss is more sincere... uh... Baka!"

I saw a pale golden spiritual energy flashed past in Hong Yi's palm.

The small skull was pulled straight from the wooden fish stick by him.

Grab it in your hand with a little force.

Instantly crushed the small blood-colored skull, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with his foot.

clean!

"Baga... Dare to destroy the poor monk's yin spirit stick!"

The master of Qingfang directly smashed Hongyi's forehead with the skeleton and wooden fish in his hand.

The skeleton wooden fish is a fetish that devours the power of evil spirits.

It has long been bred to the point of being as hard as a diamond.

The master of Qingfang seemed to have seen the scene in front of the little monk's brain that was smashed, and his head was bleeding.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"The poor monk is the master of Qingfang. The poor monk turned you into a ghost. That is your great fortune."

"Humph!"

"It seems that the poor monk can only make you into a new Yin spirit stick..."

"But this skull still needs to be polished well..."

Hong Yi looked at the skeleton wooden fish that was smashing straight at him, without dodging or avoiding it.

"Crack!"

The master of Qingfang saw the cracked blood-colored wooden fish, and then looked at the flooded forehead of Hongyi in front of him.

I was lost in thought for a while.

so hard?

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, the Buddha's predestined relationship would be so deep. If you become a ghost, your strength will definitely increase. Little monk, don't you think about it anymore?" Master Qingfang then bewitched.

"Amitabha... As a disciple of Buddhism, it is a shame to be reduced to a ghost after death..." Hong Yi folded his hands together, the treasure elephant was majestic, and said lightly.

"As soon as you enter the empty door, you will be loyal to yourself, to your heart, and to things..."

"Have you heard of the Diamond Sutra?"

"Everything that has action is like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity, so you should observe it like this!"