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

Hong Yi reluctantly turned around again, not letting go of the toilet.

It's definitely gone!

Amitabha!

It's a loss, I knew I should have sent these two on the road sooner!

The bathroom center on the second floor, this scene inside...

Spicy eyes!

Hong Yi couldn't stand it any longer.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man with maroon muscle tissue all over his body, and a human skin was spread out in front of him.

With soap, keep brushing the skin.

How weird is this picture!

Drawing skins?

Aren't all skin ghosts a one-time piece of skin?

Is this shit reused?

Before waiting for the skinny ghost to react, Hong Yi took a few palms and sent him away.

A bathing center, except for this skinny ghost, actually saves a few old bathers.

This Nima opened a hairy bath center!

Bad review!

After helping a few old men to spend their old age successfully, Hongyi came to the foot bath health store opposite.

once Upon a time.

I remember the master, Master Chen once took himself there once.

It's just a small shop.

Orange light.

After Master Chen entered.

I squatted at the door and didn't finish eating a single popsicle, and the master came out!

5 bucks in less than 200 minutes?

Foot bath health care is too expensive!

Before Hong Yi got to the door, two pretty girls in OL clothes came out and pulled him in directly.

Amitabha!

so enthusiastic?

And it seems to be quite formal here, men and women are actually separate.

"Hello, do you have any familiar technicians?" Leading Hongyi into a dimly lit room, the young lady who led the way asked with a smile.

"Just give the poor monk the fastest one! In a hurry..." Hong Yi said while sitting on the sofa without raising his head.

"Uh!" Miss Sister was a little stunned, and asked again uncertainly: "You want the fastest?"

Is this the fastest one?

Hong Yi raised his head and glanced at her.

"Yes, it's better to finish it within 5 minutes!"

After listening to this sentence, the young lady seemed to understand something.

Immediately his face fell.

"Sir, we don't have this kind of 5-minute service here!"

He looked like a monk, and he had clear eyebrows, but I didn't expect that he was looking for a service.

Hongyi was puzzled!

No service for 5 minutes?

You are a little black!

A package costs 299, and the service doesn't even have 5 minutes?

The poor monk wants to sue you...

"Amitabha, then what service do you have, just give one to the poor monk!" Hong Yi said angrily.

The young lady didn't say anything, just turned around and left the room.

Hong Yi waited for about 5 minutes.

A woman in a pale yellow dress pushed open the door and walked in.

He held a large wooden barrel in his hand.