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

I saw a wrinkled, unkempt, gray-eyed old lady lying behind her.

He grinned at himself, revealing his sharp black teeth.

Hong Yi smiled at her, stretched out his hand and pulled the old lady aside, and said politely:

"Is the old man starving? Would you like to eat some?"

Pulling up the old lady's basket, she saw that there were several small jars in it.

Hong Yi smiled slightly.

"It's too polite...and wine!"

Reached out and took out a jar, gently uncorked the bottle, and sniffed.

Hong Yi directly threw the jar into the river next to him, and said speechlessly:

"Amitabha, the old man can't buy this kind of inferior wine in the future, he will drink it to death!"

"Old body..."

The old lady was about to speak.

Hong Yi picked up a jar again and threw it into the river.

"Amitabha!"

"The old man... The poor monk is a monk, and I can't see the old man being deceived like this... let's do it!"

Speaking of which, Hongyi took out a few coins from his bag and stuffed them into the old lady's hand.

"You take this money... This wine poor monk can never give you any more... If something goes wrong, the poor monk will be very sorry..."

The old lady looked at the few dime coins in her hand, and then looked at the empty basket, and couldn't help but start to tremble.

This monk even lost the Meng Po soup that he had carefully cooked.

And what a special thing to give the old man these few cents.

"you you……"

Hong Yi saw the old lady trembling slightly and stretched out her hands to himself, and hurriedly went up and pressed her to the ground again, and said earnestly:

"Old man... Don't be like this. The poor monk has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child. It has always been like this. Doing good things and doing good deeds are nothing to worry about... The old man doesn't need to be so excited, but don't thank him!"

After the old lady heard it, she felt that she almost didn't catch her breath.

I didn't expect this monk in front of me to be so shameless!

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Seeing that the old lady's face suddenly turned pale, Hong Yi kept breathing heavily.

I couldn't help squatting down.

One hand clenched a fist and kept hitting the old lady's back.

With a concerned look, he approached her face and said:

"Old man, take a deep breath..."

"Come, follow the poor monk, inhale... exhale..."

The fist behind him kept shining brightly.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Rhythmically smashing the old lady's back.

"Cough cough..."

Finally, seeing the old lady breathing smoothly and coughing, Hong Yi nodded with satisfaction and retracted the fist behind her back.

"Oops...Old man, why are you coughing up blood?"

"Come on... The poor monk rubbed your chest for you, isn't it suffocating?"

Saying that, Hong Yi put his fingers together.

"Snapped……"

A palm slapped on the old lady's chest.

"puff……"

Suddenly, the old lady spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Amitabha...Old man, you are a bit unsmooth... Hold on, the poor monk will slap a few more palms."

In an instant, Hong Yi squatted directly in front of the old lady, and quickly slapped out a few palms.

"puff……"

The old lady, who spat out a mouthful of old blood again, rolled her eyes and fell down.

Hongyi decisively rushed to the two wooden bears behind him and shouted: "Amitabha, do you have any eyesight! Can't you do it without looking at the old man?"

"Quick, dig a hole and bury it..."