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

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"Auntie succeeded in eating chicken! Haha... uh!"

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that there were some strange pictures in front of him.

Hongyi Baoxiang sat majestically on the sofa, several charred corpses in front of him kept kneeling at him.

Amazing!

This monk, actually used Buddhism to influence these ghosts, amazing!Look at the front and buy one, and the one crying is a sad one.

Hong Yi glanced at the time-limited task countdown in his mind, and there were still a few minutes left.

Still play!How about playing something?

Click on Du Niang and search for it.

This is good, that's it!

My Buddhist resort even has arrangers, which is really gratifying.

I will definitely recommend it to my master.

The recruit asked Qin Lan to sit beside him, showed her the screen of the mobile phone, and asked her to search for it on the song platform.

Qin Lan gave Hong Yi a strange look.

This monk!

What hobby is this?Devil?

A magical music sounded.

"Jump up! Dance a section of Pure Land of Bliss for the poor monk. Today's task is successfully completed!" Hong Yi stood up with a smile and cheered on the wine companions.

The old bustard and a few women who accompanied the wine stared at each other.

This is too shameful!

In the end, the old lady returned to her normal appearance, twisted her enchanting figure, and jumped up first.

Qin Lan stared at the choppy waves that kept rising and falling in front of Hong Yi.

He silently put his hand into the bag.

This monk...

I'm afraid I'm going to have a nosebleed again!

However, I didn't expect a few girls to accompany the wine to jump up really good, extraordinarily enchanting.

After dancing, the prostitute licked his face and came to Hong Yi who was wiping his nosebleed, and whispered, "Master, how is it? Let's dance pretty well! If we don't have enough fun, why don't we change the bikini and dance again?"

"Cough cough..." Hong Yi couldn't help it.

"It's alright... don't dance... or the poor monk will go back and drink donkey-hide gelatin.

It's almost time!

Donor, don't forget the poor monk's name Hongyi! "

He made a sudden move.

Several silver auras burst out from the fingers, and there was no chance for all the ladies to react, and their bodies slowly dissipated in the air.

The entire luxurious private room also lost its splendid appearance and returned to its charred and dilapidated appearance.

Hongyi glanced at the system, yes, he earned 3200 super-degrees today.

The entrance to the Royal 9 Clubhouse.

Under Qin Lan's strange eyes, Hong Yi folded his hands together, and kept whispering in his mouth: "Namo Amitabha Yeduota Gaduodiyehe..."

"What are you doing?" Qin Lan asked.

"Recite the mantra! They walked so peacefully, the poor monk recited the mantra and sent them off..."