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

"Amitabha..." Hongyi saw the curse ghost master "this" for a long time, without saying anything useful, he directly took out a marble from his bag, shoved it into his mouth roughly, and said viciously:

"Do you know what to do? How about the poor monk take you to a corner where no one is around?"

"Don't... lord, my back is full... No way, I'll swallow... I'll swallow it!" After speaking, he raised his neck and swallowed the marbles in his mouth, then said in a trembling voice:

"This text message fraud curse, as long as someone replies, the curse will come, and then... the cursed person will go crazy, kill all the family members directly, and then commit suicide..."

After the cursed ghost master finished speaking, Qin You and the others couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Luckily I caught it early!

What is the population of the entire South Valley?

If this text message is sent out...

I can't even think about it!

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi turned to Qin You and the others and said:

"One ghost master, three ghost kings... As for the remaining poor monks..."

"Director Qin remembers to report the poor monk's bonus..."

After speaking, he grinned at the ghosts waiting for the cursed ghost master.

"What about the poor monk... the name is Hongyi, you must all know this, the poor monk also has an identity, and he is the guide of the West Sky Tour Group. As for our West Sky Tour Group, we always respect the principle of customer voluntariness. Therefore, the poor monk has an identity. The monk asks you, are you willing to go on a trip to the West?"

All the ghosts, such as the ghost master in front of me, instinctively shook their heads.

"Ugh……"

Hong Yi sighed slightly.

"Thank you for your support for the poor monk's work. I forgot to say it just now. If you want to get on the bus safely, if you don't want to... The Great Sun Tathagata Palm!"

"The poor monk will send you to the car!"

Chapter 202 The poor monk is wet! (3 more)

Chapter 202 The poor monk is wet!

"Brother Hongdae, I...I'll have a drink with you!"

"Boss, just drink the fat house water..."

A young man from the Spiritual Bureau came to Hongyi cautiously with a cup of old wine in both hands.

"Amitabha……"

Hongyi picked up a glass of iced fat house water in front of him and said with a smile:

"Don't go too far... The poor monk has drank almost 9 bottles of fat house water..."

"Yes, yes... The boss is free, I did it!"

The young man raised his glass lightly, glanced at it, and drank it directly.

"Thanks to Hongyi recently!" At this time, Qin You, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up and said with a spring breeze on his face:

"Several supernatural incidents recently uncovered by our Nangu Supernatural Bureau have spread throughout China!"

"Come on, everyone is having a drink with Hongyi!"

Immediately, everyone stood up and raised the wine glass at Hong Yi again.

Hong Yi smiled bitterly and drank the water from the fat house in front of him.

Amitabha!

Unexpectedly, the people in this Nangu Spirituality Bureau can drink so much.

Since the last time he successfully overcame the ghost master, the whole supernatural situation has become noisy and clamoring for a party to celebrate.

However, some team members are out on missions.

Everyone finally got together tonight, and Qin You booked the best hotel in the entire South Valley.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Nanling..." After Hong Yi sat down, he looked at the ruddy Nan Ling behind the wine and said in a low voice:

"You can't drink anymore, can't you go down the table?"

"What's wrong?" Nan Ling was startled when she heard this.

How did this monk find himself secretly pouring wine under the table?

"Give the poor monk two pieces of paper to wipe..." Hong Yi then whispered:

"Come on... they're all out!"

Nan Ling's face turned even redder after hearing this.

What did the monk say?

Drinking fat house water can still drink high?

He reached out and took out a piece of paper from his bag, only to see the monk in front of him stuffing the paper under the cassock.