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

"Brother, turn left ninety degrees, step on the clutch, downshift, throttle, go..."

"Brother, turn right at the intersection ahead and merge into the main road..."

Along the way, the car accident ghost will play the role of automatic navigation for a while, and the driving school coach for a while.

In short, he was heartbroken.

Fortunately, this little monk is learning really fast, and this meeting has already been held in a good way.

You see, you all know the turn signal is on.

It's amazing!

After stumbling along the way, I finally drove the car to the side of the happy community.

The red Ferrari slowly stopped under the dim streetlights.

It's already 3 o'clock in the middle of the night.

silence!

There was a dead silence all around!

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became extremely dignified.

"Donor... Do you have a dream? For example, go out to see the world, broaden your horizons or something?" Hong Yi considered for a long time before speaking to the car accident ghost.

After all, the atmosphere along the way is quite harmonious.

There must be a reason for this excess!

"I don't want to..." The car accident ghost refused without thinking.

Hong Yi: "Really don't want to? Answer after thinking about it!"

After all, the spiritual power of the Washing Marrow Sutra circulated throughout the body, and a strong aura like a scorching sun overflowed from the body.

"Think... I want to travel in my dreams!"

"Well, the poor monk can feel at ease..." Hong Yi nodded gratified.

There is another over-value.

Look, another one who was influenced by a poor monk voluntarily went to the West to listen to the teachings of the Buddha.

The car accident ghost only felt that the little monk in front of him began to slowly glow.

brighter and brighter...

then……

There's no after that.

Because he disappeared inexplicably!

Before leaving, I faintly heard the monk exhorting a sentence: "When you get there, remember to tell others that it is you from Hongyidu..."

After returning to the shared room.

After Hong Yi carefully washed up, he quietly entered the room in the dark.

Lift the quilt.

kindness?

What's so slippery?

Reach out and touch!

A little soft!

"Hmm! I hate it, Xiaomei..." A vague voice sounded.

Is this Luo Ying?

Hong Yi got up and sat beside the bed, lost in thought.

Han Xiaomei came back with Luo Ying, but Luo Ying didn't go home and stayed here.

But why sleep in the poor monk's bed?

snort!

Sure enough, women are big hooves.

You sleep here, where does the poor monk sleep?

It's really unforgivable that another wants to destroy the poor monk's boy's work, and he is greedy for the poor monk's body.

Hongyi used his spiritual power to gently put Luo Ying into a deep sleep. Since Hongyi broke through the third layer of the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, it is not too simple to control an ordinary person to fall into a deep sleep.

"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

"Clap clap clap..."

He reached out and hit Luo Ying's rising ass a few times.