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

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"It's like a realm of shackles!"

Master Liaochen murmured in a low voice.

The problem is that none of the masters have a way to break free from the shackles.

"Master, can you predict the trace of this person named Xue Feng?" Hong Yi asked.

"Well... monks shouldn't set foot in the world, but according to the master's inference, this Xue Feng is probably not an ordinary person, and maybe even not a person.

Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect. Since you have accepted the cause, you must understand the effect. Otherwise, you may be afraid of creating a demon in your mind.

That's all, you go and fetch the magician! "

Soon.

Master Liaochen, dressed in an orange-yellow cassock and holding a vajra, stood solemnly in the courtyard.

A stone turtle is placed in front of him.

"There are no Buddhas in the heavens and the world, and the worlds in the ten directions are incomparable. I can see everything in the world!"

I saw that the pattern on the back of the stone turtle slowly began to change.

"Hongyi! Come and help me as a teacher!" Master Liaochen said with a tired expression while holding the vajra.

Wait for the two to sit down slowly.

"Tonight, Yeyu Bar...you can meet this person!" Master Lu Chen said:

"All dharmas are empty, remember, you shouldn't ask the Buddha about things that are fleeting in your life!"

Hong Yi saw that Master Chen looked exhausted and seemed to be a little older, and he couldn't bear it.

"Master, give you an injection!"

As he spoke, he took out a small syringe from his bag, and the liquid inside was emerald green.

"Ah...Hong...Hongyi, you...what did you give your teacher?" Master Lu Chen looked at the needle inserted in his arm, a little frightened.

Finished!

Buddha, I am afraid the poor monk will come to serve you.

I feel my eyelids getting heavier.

Forget it, it is estimated that the disciple may have been deceived.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently stroked Hongyi's bald head, and said weakly: "Hongyi disciple, take care of yourself, Xiaomei will entrust it to you...I..."

Not finished.

Master Liaochen's hand slid down automatically.

Hong Yi put him on the reclining chair with a solemn expression, while he sat quietly on the stone bench.

The old monk was lying on a chair, and the little monk was sitting quietly beside him. Under the afterglow of the sunset, he was indescribably sad.

In seconds!

"Snort... snort!"

The snoring sounded.

Hongyi went into the room sensible and took out the thin quilt, and gently covered it with Master Chen.

Turned into the kitchen.

I'm a little hungry.

……

Two hours later, Master Liaochen felt a seductive aroma kept entering his nose.