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

Also euphemistically called: the family should be neat and tidy.

His mouth was messed up by the ruler, and he kept dripping blood, but he couldn't even drop it on the test paper.

Damn Black Zombie King, my mother will never mind her own business in the future.

"Cough, boy, how do you answer this question?" At this time, the student ghost kneeling in the middle of the coffee table was trying to calculate the question, and suddenly felt his arm being touched, only to realize that it was the middle-aged man next to him.

Pointing at a question, he kept winking at himself.

Student Ghost: "..."

Uncle, this is the paper from the third grade of elementary school.

And your right eyeball is gone, you keep blinking at me.

I was going to ignore him.

Unexpectedly, just a few seconds later, I felt a strange feeling on my leg. Looking down, the uncle kept rubbing himself with his calf again.

There is really no way.

The student turned his head quietly, and quickly glanced at the question.

"Two orioles sing green willows, please write the next sentence of this poem."

The student ghost raised his head and glanced at Hong Yi quietly.

Seeing him closing his eyes and resting.

But he didn't dare to speak out, he could only tell the answer to the middle-aged male ghost with his mouth.

After the middle-aged male ghost received it, he smiled knowingly.

I finally finished this set of papers.

"God...God monk...I've finished my answer." The middle-aged male ghost raised his hand weakly and said.

Han Xiaomei was about to check the test paper when Hong Yi took her down with one hand: "Come on, this poor monk, you will have a rest..."

Said to pick up the test paper.

What catches the eye is a shocking font, crying ghosts and gods.

Hong Yi watched for a long time and couldn't help but laugh.

"The poor monk asked you, two orioles sing green willows, are you serious about the next sentence?"

The middle-aged male ghost was stunned for a moment, quietly glanced at the student ghost, and saw that he gave himself a reassuring look.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I remember very clearly..." he replied proudly.

"Well, the poor monk can rest assured!" Hong Yi stretched out his hand, and began to exchange his spiritual energy.

The middle-aged male ghost looked at me, is this going to destroy me?

I answered right, actually killed me?Still unreasonable?

He couldn't help but scratch his neck and said loudly: "How can you do this, I clearly wrote it right!"

"Two orioles sing green willows, and a group of white deer go to the west sky! What? Isn't it right?"

After saying that, I was very happy.

Then he turned his head and saw that his wife and the student ghost were looking at him in shock.

What the hell!

Is it wrong?

As soon as the wrong idea flashed through his mind, a golden light flashed past.

Hong Yi clapped his hands, and said to the water friends in the live broadcast room with a calm face: "Amitabha, this ghost benefactor, his determination to listen to my Buddhist teachings is really a role model for my generation.

The mood is so eager, and he competes with poetry to express his will. As a tourist attraction in the West, the poor monk is also moved by such determination... Donor, the West is a good way to go! "

The water friends were stunned by Hongyi's sudden speech.

[The old man has been in the live broadcast industry for decades, and he has never seen such a brazen person! 】

[Ahahahaha, I believe in your ghost...]

[Male ghost: If I did something wrong, you will kill me?Blame me? 】

[Two orioles sing green willows, and a group of white deer go to the west, hahahaha, this ghost is really a great talent! 】

[The night was getting dark, and I suddenly became poetic. The ghost knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to die. 】

[The hero's sword is not old, but the charm of the old lady still exists. 】

[Three thousand beauties in the harem, and iron rods will also be ground into needles. 】

[I will go, you are all talents!The younger brother also came to a lewd poem:

Ten years of life and death, Pleasant Goat, Big Big Wolf.Shukebeta, the blue cat's words are bleak.Even if you don't know each other, Saint Seiya, Monkey King.The old man talks about juvenile madness, treats kidney deficiency, and does not contain sugar.Jin hat and mink fur, very strong for laundry.In order to report Qingcheng with the prefect, for three hundred years, Jiuzhitang. 】

[Author's digression]: There will be a round of recommendation tomorrow, and all the brothers will vote!