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

I don't believe that this savage ghost master can still act like this?

Still not cool?

"Come on, the poor monk will shave for you!"

Hong Yi took the razor and started from the forehead of the carnal ghost.

"The first knife, cut off all evil!"

A large piece of long hair fell!

"Second sword, may everything be good!"

Another large piece of long hair fell down in front of the savage ghost master!

"The third sword, vow to transcend all sentient beings!"

After dozens of seconds!

"Shave off [-] troubles, and escape into Buddhism for [-] years!" Hong Yi put away the razor, closed his hands, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, congratulations to the donor who escaped from my Buddhism today."

"The poor monk reads your fault!"

"Give you the name: Wu Diao! I hope you can always be vigilant and don't do it again!"

The savage ghost master woke up and looked at the long hair on the ground in disbelief!

Just stunned!

Why did you shave Lao Tzu's head?

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and touched his bald head!

Why is it so slippery?A little liquid?

Did Fahai oil his shave?

Get your hands off!

Only Fa Hai, played by Hongyi before, actually took out a white handkerchief from his arms and handed it to himself.

"Amitabha, come and wipe the blood!"

Caracal Ghost Lord: "..."

He stared blankly at the blood on his hands, his whole body trembling!

The savage ghost master's whole body began to churn.

I can't take it anymore!

I'm going to kill you!

Get it now!

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands rested on his shoulders.

The Caracal Lord raised his head.

It turned out to be the Lord of the Underworld!

The savage ghost master couldn't help the tears rolling in his eyes.

Has the Underworld Lord finally stopped watching?

"Since we parted, the fate of you and me has been exhausted..."

"The son and the little girl will be destroyed, don't worry! It won't delay your practice before the Buddha..."

Hongyi: "..."

Amitabha, the poor monk thought he was cruel enough!

Unexpectedly, the strong have their own strong hands!

Flow batch!

"I..." After seeing the Lord of the Underworld, the savage master looked at himself with a look of disappointment, as if waiting for a response.

This is acting!

Caracal Lord, hold on!

you can!

"Little monk, thank the benefactor for your concern, Amitabha..." The savage ghost master folded his hands together and closed his eyes and said.

"Since you can think like this, the little girl can rest assured!" After the Lord Ming finished speaking, he turned and left.

Is this finished?

Still not finished?

Hongyi is a little confused!

At this time, the Lord of the Underworld beckoned from a distance, indicating that the shooting is over, that's it!