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

"Amitabha……"

I didn't expect this old lady to be so fast, and in a blink of an eye, she even set up the pot!

Moreover, people who drink soup and drink soup are even more soul-stirring!

This is such a strong buy and strong sell!

Hongyi instantly gathered a golden spiritual power in his chest.

"wake up……"

With the blessing of the lion's roar, the ripples of sound waves kept spreading, and in the Huangquan River behind him, the already calm and waveless river actually turned up the ripples at this moment.

After the sound wave dissipated.

Hong Yi frowned tightly.

The lion's roar art under the blessing of the 12-fold spiritual power of the Washing Marrow Sutra could not break the trick of the old lady in front of her.

incredible!

Instantly opened the spiritual eye, glanced at the old lady, and suddenly the attributes emerged.

Aunt Meng (pseudo): There are ghosts unique to the small underworld. This ghost was hurt by love during his lifetime and lived in a lonely life. After his death, he took refuge in this small underworld and was in charge of the decoction that destroys people's memories.

Fear Level: Spirit Level

Fear: 1700000

Features: I like to break up all the couples in the world. As long as there is a person in my heart, I will feed you!

(Note: The ghost that hooks people's souls, remember not to drink soup, otherwise... lightly lose their memory and become a small underworld ghost, and in severe cases, they will die on the spot!)

"Come come come..."

Seeing that the two sturdy young men just walked over, Aunt Meng couldn't help sticking out her dark tongue and licking the corner of her lips.

There are two more evil ghosts in the small underworld!

Presumably Fujun will praise the old man!

At that time, after the strength of the entire small underworld has grown, maybe the old man can become a real mother-in-law!

Aunt Meng, who was so happy in her heart, raised her head again and waved to the two of them.

The corners of his mouth that had just cracked closed.

Only in front of the face was bald.

Why did the two young men just now disappear?Even the monk in white in the distance is gone?

Aunt Meng couldn't help rubbing her gray eyes.

Is it too dark?

Or old-fashioned?

Couldn't resist looking around, or not?

see the hell?

Who the hell lost the old two strong guys?

"Amitabha……"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.

Aunt Meng turned her head and saw the monk in white standing behind her with a smile, next to the two strong boys she was thinking of.

"Old man..." Hong Yi took a step forward, stood in front of the big black pot, reached out and picked up the big spoon, scratched in the pot, and said with a smile:

"The poor monk heard that this soup has a miraculous effect on the treatment of broken love?"

"Jie Jie..."

Aunt Meng looked gloomily at the monk beside the pot, and suddenly smiled grimly.

"Does the little monk also have someone he loves in his heart?"

"Would you like to try Laoshen's soup, drink it and forget all your troubles, and be free from now on..."

Hong Yi gently picked up the celadon bowl next to him, slowly scooped a spoonful, stretched out his hand and handed it to Aunt Meng, with a playful expression on his face:

"The poor monk has always been stable, the old man should you drink a bowl first!"

"If, the effect is really so good! How about the poor monk who wants this pot?"

Speaking, Hong Yi raised his eyebrows at her, and slowly handed the bowl to Aunt Meng's mouth.

"Old man, how are you?"

"Did this bowl of soup? The poor monk is yours!"

"What? Is there something wrong with the soup for the old man? Or is it that this face is not given to the poor monk?"

"Lao Shen... This soup Lao Shen has drunk!" Aunt Meng stepped back slightly and looked at the soup beside her mouth in horror.

"Really? Old man, if you don't drink it, the poor monk will be angry..." Hong Yi held the soup in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, his face gloomy, and he pressed step by step.