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

With a dragon roar that shook the world, the golden dragon descended from top to bottom, and instantly fell into front of him and sat cross-legged behind the little monk on the ground.

As if the Buddha body entrusted by the golden dragon to the world, the master of Qingfang couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.

"Amitabha... all dharmas are born and manifested by the mind!"

Hong Yi slowly pushed his palm out, and the golden dragon phantom shot out instantly through his palm.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the main body of Qingfang, who was kneeling in the distance.

"Ah... Jie Jie... I'm a ghost..."

"No... Master, I was wrong, I won't be lazy anymore..."

"Hey...kiss it..."

"Master, your skull and wooden fish sound very nice..."

"Uuu... I was wrong, Master..."

"Knock it... Knock it! Every day my disciples knock you..."

The master of Qingfang seemed to be insane, and kept rolling on the spot, shouting.

Hongyi looked at the master of Qingfang coldly, without the slightest emotion.

Damn this master of the house...

Under the insight, Hong Yi looked at the information of the master of Qingfang, and pursed his lips tightly.

Master Qingfang: He used to be a lazy monk in a temple, dissatisfied with his harsh practice, so he closed his eyes and dedicated himself to a powerful evil spirit, becoming a ghost monk.

Fear Level: S+

Fear: 350000

Traits: Brutal, moody, hands-on Shi Shi, and makes the master's head into a wooden fish, which is held in his hands all day long to strike.

Damn!

He even turned his master's head into a wooden fish...

At this time, the insane master of Qingfang has calmed down, and the whole person seems to have lost his soul and slumps to the ground.

"Amitabha, donor, do you know what's wrong?" Hong Yi came to him step by step.

The master of Qingfang raised his head blankly, and the ghost eye on his forehead glanced at Hong Yi.

"Poor monk..."

He stretched out his hand to hold the broken wooden fish on the ground into his arms, and supported it with trembling palms.

"Master... woo woo..."

I saw that he suddenly reached out and slammed out the ghost eyes on his forehead, directly stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it.

"It's all the disciple's fault, master..."

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi sighed when he saw the owner of Qingfang who was holding the wooden fish sobbing in front of him.

Stepping into an evil spirit and becoming a ghost monk, the sins are heavy, even if you repent now... I wonder if you can really put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!

"Donor... There are all Buddhas in the ten directions in the south, all the dharmas in the ten directions in the south, and all monks in the ten directions in the south. The poor monk hopes that you can repent in front of my Buddha when you arrive at the Western Bliss..." Above the head of the master of Qingfang.

The master of Qingfang actually sat cross-legged, put the wooden fish in front of him, and clasped his hands together. Although his face was still a terrifying purple, he could see a hint of relief from his expression.

"Namo Amitabha……"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully including the evil spirit of the island country - Master Qingfang!"

"Obtain doubled super power: 75000, charm attribute +1."

After successfully superseding the master of Qingfang, Hong Yi changed back to the appearance of a scary ghost, and reached out to help the whole ghost who had been fainting beside him.

"Azheng-kun?" Hong Yi patted him.

can't wake up...

"Clap clap..."

Slap twice, wake up!

"Axiejun... Master Qingfang is gone?" The whole person jumped up immediately, and looked around thiefly.

Seeing that there was no figure of the master of Qingfang, he patted his chest and said, "Ah Xie-jun, thanks to you... The master of Qingfang didn't embarrass you too much, right?"

"It was also thanks to you last time. If you hadn't been there for a night, we probably wouldn't have been able to buy a mobile phone!"

Hongyi: "..."

Accompanying you all night?

Hong Yi looked down and saw that he had turned into a scary ghost, and suddenly felt that the master of Qingfang should be sent away with a hammer just now.

"Huh? Azheng-jun, your tongue?" Hong Yi asked strangely.

Wasn't this guy's tongue bitten off by a wooden fish just now?

Can you recover on your own?