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

Xiong Da, who closed his eyes tightly, heard two exclamations from behind him.

Could it be that I was a big man in my previous life?

Open your eyes slowly.

Xiong Da couldn't believe it, looking at the woman in the mirror who probably weighed 500 jins, only to see that she was still covering her mouth and smiling shyly, suddenly like a lump of meat, her whole body started to tremble.

"It seems that the world..."

Xiong Daqiang endured his vomit and whispered to Sanshengshi.

Don't close your eyes this time.

He wants to see what kind of identity he can give him in the next life.

It's just that when the picture was still hazy, a burst of singing came from Sanshengshi.

"Big brothers and sisters..."

"You are all rich people..."

"Who has the spare change, give me some poor man..."

"A hair is not too little, and a piece is not too much!"

"If you give me 100, you are...my dear father!"

"Pfft..." Xiong Da looked at a disabled man in the picture who was holding a microphone, his body was dark, his body was tattered, his hair was like a chicken coop, lying on a flatbed, constantly singing begging songs, he couldn't help spraying directly. came out.

It's not as good as a dog!

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yiqiang held back his smile and pulled Xiong Daye back.

These brothers seem to have accumulated virtues in their previous lives!Otherwise, it would be a miracle to be a human being in this life!

Hong Yi looked at Sanshengshi in front of him and took a deep breath.

Don't know what the poor monk was in his last life?

Slowly walking to Sanshengshi, Hongyi stretched out his hand and brushed across the mirror.

"Past life..."

He whispered softly in his mouth.

The image of Sanshengshi keeps changing, and in an instant...

"Mother Gan Lin..."

Hong Yi couldn't help but utter foul language.

What a poor monk who was also a dog in his last life!

And it's a... Teddy?

The legendary Teddy who is in the air every day?

Feeling the constant laughter coming from behind, Hong Yi pursed his lips.

He folded his hands together and silently recited the heart-clearing mantra.

After a while.

Hongyi stretched out his hand and brushed the mirror surface of Sansheng Stone again.

"The next life...the next life...Amitabha, the poor monk has done good deeds in his life, and the next life will definitely be better..."

The screen flashed.

WHAT?What the hell is this?

Hong Yi looked at a gorgeous woman in the mirror who was wearing revealing clothes and wearing heavy make-up standing on the street and kept waving. It was simply unacceptable.

The most extreme thing is that there is a voice coming out.

"Hush hush... cauldron, 200 for a prank!"

"Are you kidding? 200..."

Hong Yi, who slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, made a bold move, and smashed the Sansheng Stone in front of him with one palm.

"Mother Gan Lin... such a fake and shoddy product!"

After the Sansheng Stone was broken, a female ghost with a ferocious face emerged from it.

Hong Yi stared gloomily at the female ghost in red in front of him, his chest couldn't help heaving.

Amitabha!

Let's just say, this must be a fake Sansheng stone, it turns out that this female ghost is doing the trick.

"Come..." Hong Yi stretched out his hand and dragged the female ghost directly.

"Clap clap clap..."

The big-eared scraper smoked without money.