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

"Jie...Jie...Little monk, come down and accompany me!" The laundry ghost stared at Han Yi, the rotten flesh on his face kept falling down, revealing sharp black teeth.

"Alright, alright, female donor!" Hong Yi smiled even more, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and the laughter was completed once.

The laundry lady was stunned for a moment.

What number of ways is this?

Shouldn't you be afraid?

Why are you excited?OMG!

"Little monk, you have successfully provoked anger..." The female ghost's face instantly turned hideous, and she stretched out her pale hands.

Not finished yet.

I felt a powerful palm call on my face with a gust of wind.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

It hurts!

Hong Yi was a little angry when he saw that the ghost washer girl started to cry again.

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the past!

The female ghost covered her face with one hand, even more stunned, and looked at him with aggrieved eyes.

By the dim pond, Hongyi's gentle and elegant voice looked particularly terrifying.

"Female benefactor, can you laugh again?"

It's bearable, ghosts are unbearable!

The female ghost slowly stood up straight, her red skirt was covered with white bones, and depending on the shape, there were animals and humans.

The pale hands also turned blue-black, the nails instantly stretched several centimeters, and the moonlight reflected a cold white light.

"My Buddha is merciful. In order to implement love and peace, and promote prosperity, democracy, civilization, and harmony, the poor monk has to save you." After speaking, Hongyi pulled out a metal nunchaku from behind.

This was opened by the old monk.

"Hehe, stinky monk, you think you can..." The female ghost stretched out her long tongue, rolled the rotten minced meat from the corner of her mouth into her mouth, and sneered at Hong Yi.

"Very good, the second smile..."

Hong Yi's eyes became more fiery, and before the female ghost finished speaking, he raised his nunchaku and pointed at the female ghost's head.

"Boom!"

The female ghost looked at the monk in disbelief, and reached out tremblingly to touch the top of her head.

wet!

bleeding!

"Ah...I must take you..."

"Boom!"

"you this……"

"Boom!"

……

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The washer girl cried, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

This bald head!Don't get emotional! (╥╯^╰╥)

Hong Yi put away his nunchaku, folded his hands, and bowed slightly towards the crying female ghost: "Amitabha, sin, sin, can the benefactor smile at the poor monk now?"

Are you the devil?

I'm a ghost, a ghost, okay?

Can we have a bit of a lineup?

"Ha~" The female ghost put on a dead smile.

There is no way, the ghost is under the eaves and has to bow his head, this monk is definitely a lunatic.Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

Just then.

The system prompts a voice: "The task is completed, the host has learned the Sui Sutra (Heart Method)."

Hong Yi only felt a sense of ** all over his body, and after a short while of his body's recovery, an explosive force filled his entire body.

Pulling out the nunchaku behind him, with a little force with one hand, the metal nunchaku in his hand was directly squashed.

"Is this... a female ghost?"

At this time, Han Xiaomei followed suit, walked behind Hong Yi, and glanced carefully over her shoulder.

"Ah...she's going to run away!"