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

Chapter 17 Hey everyone!

Chapter [-] Hey everyone!

In the private room, there are some pictures...

I saw Xiaomeng pouting his butt and lying on the ground...

The monk was sitting astride her back.

Holding the double ponytail with both hands.

Constantly rocking back and forth, as if riding a horse.

What style of painting is this?

"Auntie! Here, come in and sit!" Hong Yi raised his head to see the old man, showing a harmless smile, beckoning her to come in.

"Just now Xiaomeng secretly told me that one of her kung fu is very good. When riding her, she holds her double ponytails, and she can have the experience of flying.

Hehe, the poor monk couldn't help but try it.

It's really unbelievable, and it really feels a bit flying! "

Hong Yi said, he couldn't help but grabbed the double ponytail and shook it.

Xiaomeng looked up at the prostitute with an embarrassed smile.

If she hadn't died, she would have had the heart to die now.

Guessed the beginning, did not guess the end.

What's so special, this monk is a stupid B.

The old man put down the wine bottle and sat on the sofa, his red eyes staring at Hong Yi: "Jie Jie... little monk, aren't you afraid when you see the old man?" The old man grinned, and on his charred face, dry black flesh The crumbs kept falling down.

"Ha ha……"

Hong Yi smiled and stood up from Xiaomeng, and slowly sat beside the prostitute.

Gently hold her charcoal-like fingers.

"Crack!"

"Amitabha, sin, sin, the poor monk didn't expect it to be so brittle, auntie, look at it, it will break with a slight break." Hong Yi put a few black fingers in his hand on the coffee table, and said with some annoyance.

"You...Aren't you afraid that the old man will make you look like this?" The old lady glanced at her fingers indifferently, and said grimly.

The little monk did not answer her.

Just picked up her other hand again.

"Hehe, it's useless, little monk..."

Not finished yet.

The old lady felt a strong pain.

I saw the little monk's fingertips slowly emerging from the slight yellow spiritual power.

Immediately afterwards, plumes of white smoke began to rise from her palm.

This……

The old bustard seemed to have an instinctive fear of this spiritual energy, and his whole body kept shaking.

"Little Master...Old...Old man has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, you...raise your hand!" The old bustard said with a look of fear on his face.

"Really? Auntie, you didn't say that just now..." Hong Yi raised his mouth slightly and said coldly.

Saying that, Hong Yi gently held her hand.

The spiritual power of the Washing Marrow Sutra slowly penetrated into the charred palm.

then……

The old bustard's palm was gone, and there was not a trace of water vapor rising.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The searing pain made her scream violently.

Immediately afterwards, a dark-gray ghostly energy slowly emerged from her body, and her palms recovered.

Huh?

Can this be fixed as well?

Like a mirror ghost?

Melt again.

The prostitute screams!

recover.

melt off.

recover.