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

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Pharaoh?

What the hell are these?

The green-haired man was a little mad.Can these two speak according to the lines?Nianglie, how did this idiot author write it, I really want to give you one backhand!

"Isn't it because of your wife and the old king next door... that you came out in the middle of the night? The poor monk advised you to go back. As the saying goes, a husband and wife are blessed for a hundred days in one day. Is it a bit green?" Hong Yi said seriously.

"puff……"

The green-haired man is about to vomit.

God, my wife and the old king next door!

Who are you looking down on?

"It's impossible for my wife to have an affair with the old king next door!" The green-haired man said firmly: "Because I don't have a wife at all!"

This sentence comes out.

Why does I feel so sad...

"Ah... stop talking nonsense, I'm here to take your souls!" Suddenly, the green-haired man roared.

The whole person began to change.

"Jie Jie..."

A burst of smoke enveloped him, and when the smoke dissipated, Hong Yi looked at him in surprise.

This is……

Weasel into sperm?

I saw the green-haired man in front of him instantly turned into a green-haired weasel, his small eyes glowing faintly with green light, and he was grinning with bared teeth.

"Let this Daxian eat you!" With a strange voice, he opened his bloody mouth, and his fangs instantly became longer.

"Amitabha! The poor monk didn't expect that the supernatural resurrection, and the animals became spirits!" At this time, Hong Yi pulled Han Xiaomei behind him and looked at the weasel with some interest.

I saw him posing very humanely.

When preparing to export.

"Young Wolf!" A shout came from the surrounding wall.

Two more wash-cut-blowing youths came over.

Walk up to the blue-haired weasel.

The two did not speak, and a burst of smoke rose.

At this moment, in front of Hong Yi stood three weasels of different colors.

Cyan, red, yellow.

Each has a strange shape, staring at Hong Yi with a grin.

"Hey...Monk, it's your fault for provoking someone you shouldn't..." Hongmao said sinisterly, staring at her small eyes.

"Oh?" Hong Yi had a faint guess in his heart, "You were also fooled by the Black Zombie King?"

As soon as these words came out, the three weasels looked at each other!

"Forget it, today the poor monk broke his precepts. I think you can listen to the Buddha's teachings when you go to the Western Heaven to clean up for my Buddha or something."

The whole person is fierce and radiates a strong golden light, and from a distance, Hongyi with his hands clasped together is like a god and a Buddha coming into the world.

"Amitabha, everyone has a good journey!"

The fingertips are scorching hot into the blazing sun's spiritual power, and slowly form a golden sphere at the fingertips. This is the performance of energy being compressed to the extreme.

"Wait a minute..."

Suddenly, the three weasels in front of them spoke in unison.

Followed by.

"Plop...plop...plop!"

Three crisp voices sounded on the concrete floor.

Three weasels knelt on the ground.

"My Hangcheng Destroyer Sirius suit! I beg Master for mercy!"

"My Hangcheng Zhao Ritian is in service! I beg Master for mercy!"

"I'm in Long Aoyang suit from Hangcheng! I beg Master for mercy!"

As if the lines had been negotiated, the three weasel spoke in unison, begging for mercy in unison.

Hongyi: "..."

It's good to wash, cut and blow, look at the name.