Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Tang Sanzan was slightly looking forward to it.

With Su Xiaoran and little loli, they picked and picked, and finally bought a lot of toys and stuffed them into the ring.

Of course, it was Liu Mengyan who paid the bill.

This sister Yu is not short of money, and is even more willing to pay for Tang San's burial.

As for Su Xiaoran...well...By the way.

Looking up at the sky, the sky has become a bit dark.

In the world after the revival of terror, night always seems to come earlier.

I walked around the entire Nancheng District.

After scanning with his intelligent eyes, Tang Sanzan discovered far more than dozens or even hundreds of ghostly and evil auras.

There are even some evil cultivators who make themselves inhuman or ghost.

And... a gathering place for Buddhist disciples in Nancheng District.

It seems that there are strong Buddhists sheltering there, and there are even secret treasures of Buddhism. The light of Buddha is shrouded day and night, and the singing of Sanskrit is constant.

That place can be said to be a place where ghosts and evils are eliminated, and evil spirits do not invade.

Compared with the area that the Yinye Group can really manage, it looks more stable and peaceful there.

Most of the surrounding residents are Buddhists, and there is a faint scent of incense all day long.

But because of certain conditions reached with the Yin Ye group before.

The Buddhist disciples in that area have no intention of expanding.

As for other places.

Scattered and scattered are also loose organizations composed of some folk monks and supernatural beings.

Divide the Nancheng District into several areas, each of which is entrenched.

benefit from maintaining the apparent calm in their respective regions.

There are also strong men in the Faxiang Realm in Nancheng District, but they are quite rare.

The ghost that likes to drink tea is considered to be the top-notch existence among them.

For these guys, Tang Sanzan didn't want to pay much attention to them.

As long as they don't hinder me, then I'm not so boring to find fault.

"Let's go, it's almost time, let's go and see what's going on at the 'Sleepless Tonight' bar."

After a little movement of the muscles and bones, there was a crisp sound all over the body, and the jade-like skin would always attract the shining eyes around him.

He casually took out the special mobile phone that Mao Qishui had prepared for him from the ring.

He took the two girls to the side of the road, swept a small white car with one of them, and rode away in a chic way.

The bar is still some distance away from its current location.

Tang Sanzan, who was not good at escape, didn't intend to walk over.

Liu Mengyan is riding a small white car, her plump body presents a perfect arc, which is eye-catching.

She stared closely at Tang Sanzan's little white car ahead.

His eyes fell on the remaining seat that was not spacious behind Tang Sanbu's seat.

I don't know what's going on in my mind, but there is a slight annoyance on my face...

The little white car rode away.

When you come to the corner of a certain intersection.

squeak……

The tires rubbed against the ground, and the little white car under Tang San's funeral made a perfect tail drift.

Steadily stopped in front of a watermelon stand.

Liu Mengyan and Su Xiaoran also stopped in unison.

After looking at each other, they stood behind Tang Sanzan calmly.

The owner of the watermelon stand is chatting, but the topic is a bit weird: Aliens, brothers...

Tang Sanzan always felt that this line seemed a little familiar, he touched his head and walked forward.

"Boss, this melon is not bad, it looks quite fresh, how much is it per catty?"

"Hey, it's actually a little master. This melon is free. I'll give it to you to try something new. Come and get it again if it tastes good. You don't need money for free!"

The chubby boss said grandly.

He casually picked up a head-sized watermelon, packed it and stuffed it into Tang Sanzan's hands.

Tang Sanbu: (╯?_?)╯︵┳━┳

I asked you how much it is per catty, and you told me to give it away for free? !

Temiao is so generous, how can I find fault with Buddha?

Not only Tang Sanzan was stunned, but Liu Mengyan and Su Xiaoran were slightly taken aback.

The owner of this watermelon stand doesn't play his cards according to common sense!

The three of them just looked at the generous boss with smiles all over his face.

For a while, I didn't know how to take over...

Chapter 62 Educated Evil Ghost, Power of Merit and Faith

In front of the watermelon stand.

After being silent for a while, Tang Sanzan experienced a subtle change in his heart.

His face darkened slightly, and he said, "Boss, it's your fault. You don't sell such a good watermelon for money, so give it away for nothing?"

"Business is not what you do!"

"Besides, you won't have any problems with this melon, will you?"

Tang Sanzan's eyes gradually became sharper, and he finally found a reasonable reason for himself.

The boss waved his hands when he heard the words, and said, "Little master, you don't know. Now the watermelon business is not easy to do in the market, and no one wants the melons in the greenhouse if they are rotten."

"Young master, at first glance, is a high-ranking disciple of Buddhism. For the sake of the stability of Nancheng District, he will subdue demons and eliminate demons."

"Although I am an ordinary person, I don't know how to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but I also want to do my best for people like you, little master."

"Little master, don't worry, the melon is definitely a good melon! It's tender, juicy, sweet and delicious!"

"I just hope that the little master doesn't dislike it. After all, we only have the watermelon on the stall..."

This statement came out.

Other onlookers who planned to come up to buy melons began to applaud.

Thumbs up for the watermelon stall owner, expressing his appreciation.

They feel ashamed of the watermelon stall owner's awareness.

Tang Sanzan: "..."

Liu Mengyan: "..."

Su Xiaoran: "..."

For some reason, the three of him (she) always felt that something was wrong with the plot.

My heart is always inexplicable, a feeling that it should not develop like this.

finally.

Tang San buried a dark face, forced his ultimate move, said: "Boss, your melon...is it ripe?"

The owner of the melon stall was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The eyes of Tang Sanzan and the two daughters suddenly brightened, and there was drama!

"Little master, listen to me tell you."

"The issue of keeping the watermelon ripe is actually relative...Balabala...Makabaka...Waibi Babu..."

Ten long minutes passed.

Tang Sanzan and the two daughters were stunned.

Even the bright red on the shoulders stared round, as if the chicken was stimulated.

That's right, within these ten minutes.

The owner of the melon stall actually talked about philosophy with three people and one chicken!

What the hell is the boss himself comprehended about such profound philosophical issues as "the theory of relativity for watermelons to preserve ripeness"!

The words are astonishing, well-founded, and even the quotations cannot fully describe the great talent of the boss in front of him.

Tang Sanzan almost couldn't hold back, asked him to publish the book, and bought it with a loan!

It is obviously unexpected that Guigui can be so talented.

Sure enough, knowledge changes destiny.

These days, even a ghost knows that it needs to learn a lot before it can use powerful knowledge to defeat the enemy without revealing any flaws.

But it's a pity.

Zi once said: try not to beep if you can!

Someone is a bit off guard.

Tang Sanzan realized that relying on words to find fault, really couldn't make the guy in front of him reveal the slightest flaw.

So ever.

The rich and bright golden Buddha's light emerged from his body, and it was so dazzling in the environment where the night was about to fall.

Tang·Golden Legend·Three Burials!

"Hmph, you're a bold monster, you haven't shown your original shape yet!"

Tang Sanzan snorted coldly, and the rich Buddha's light immediately sprinkled on the boss.

I see.

The surrounding space seemed to twist and change.

The melon eaters who were originally gathered around were amazed at the watermelon stall owner.

Immediately, their faces turned pale with fright, and they fled in all directions in a panic, hiding everywhere.

Where the watermelon stand is.

How can there be any serious watermelon stand?

It's just a wooden plank, stacked with deathless heads!

The faces of those human heads were pale, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the death was grim.

The most palpitating thing is that the pair of eyes staring at everyone, showing a look of incomparable resentment.

Looking at the owner of the watermelon stand again, he completely lost his honest and honest appearance before.

Holding a bloody human head in his hand, he exudes a strong Yin Qi.

A blood-stained watermelon knife was held in his hand at some point, with anger on his ferocious face.

"Damn bald donkey, spoil my good work, go to hell!"

The ghost let out an angry roar, the human head it was holding in its hand, and the human heads piled up on the booth.

It seemed as if he had come back to life, his teeth made a "click" sound, and frantically biting towards Tang Sanzan.

Regarding this, Tang Sanzan's face darkened, and he slapped it with his backhand!

He hates people calling him bald donkey the most.