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

All of them came to the Fazong Temple to become monks?

He also named Lao Na as his teacher by name and surname.

Could it be that the little advertisements that Lao Na secretly posted are effective?

"What's the matter?" Master Lu Chen, still looking like an eminent monk, said lightly:

"Those who cultivate Buddhism, don't panic!"

"It is a great talent to be talented and slow in nature, and a great wisdom to be wise and energetic."

"Learn more from your senior brother Hongyi, don't panic when things happen, and be firm in your heart before you can realize Buddha!"

The young monk clasped his hands together and said respectfully:

"Yes, Master..."

"It's just that someone named the master to come to the master, and... some people came..."

"Hmph..." Master Lu Chen snorted coldly and slowly opened his eyes:

"Could it be that someone came looking for trouble?"

Are there still people who don't have long eyes to come to Fazong Temple to look for trouble?

Didn't you see what happened to the people who were looking for trouble last time?

"Uh..." The young monk whispered:

"Master, it's not someone looking for trouble, it's a girl who said..."

"What? Amitabha, can you finish it in one breath? Do you want to be mad as a teacher?" Master Lu Chen said angrily.

These little monks who have recently entered the temple are really lacking in vision.

"Master, she said her name is Qingxia...!" said the little monk blushing.

I didn't wait for the little monk to finish speaking.

"puff……"

Master Liaochen spit out a sip of tea.

"Teacher, my teacher suddenly felt a little pain in my heart, you tell the person who came, my teacher..."

"Bald donkey... Good you old monk, you actually defaulted on your debt..."

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and bright make-up snorted, and walked in quickly.

"Tell me, when will you pay?"

The middle-aged woman reached out and grabbed Master Chen's cassock, with the expression that if you dare to run, I will kill you.

"Amitabha, Qingxia, let go first... let go first..." Master Luchen waved at the little monk with a blushing face, motioning him to go out first.

"Didn't I give it to you last time?"

"What was the last time?"

"How many times did you come last time, didn't you count?"

"The old lady is singing with you again, drinking with you... You actually gave the old lady fake money? Believe it or not, the old lady called the police to arrest you." The middle-aged woman named Qingxia was gnashing her teeth.

"Impossible!" After listening to Master Chen, he immediately shouted loudly:

"How can the fortune-telling money that the poor monk earn so hard be fake money?"

"Don't believe me, right?" The middle-aged woman was stubborn when she saw Master Chen, took out a few red soft sister coins from her bag and threw them directly on him.

"Look, is it fake money?"

"What's the picture on it? What's the picture of a ghost? You are an old monk, and you actually use the coin to play the old lady!"

"You..." Master Le Chen held a few soft sister coins and was stunned for a while.

I saw the kid on the banknote even grinning at him.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The middle-aged woman smiled grimly when she saw the little ghost on the coin, remembering that she was still wearing close-fitting clothes, and couldn't help screaming.

And right now.

Bloodstains began to slowly appear on the coins.

Blood red blood kept pouring out of the coins.

"Jie Jie...received the soul-seeking money...wait to die!"

A ferocious laugh came from the mouth of the coin kid.

Master Lu Chen immediately recited the Buddhist scriptures silently, and a stream of spiritual power kept pouring into the paper money in his hand.

I saw the little ghost in the coin showing a strange smile and slowly disappearing.

"What the hell is going on?" The middle-aged woman pulled Master Chen in shock.

Master Liaochen was also stunned.