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

"Hongyi, hurry up and put some talismans on it. Buddha is the Tao, there is nothing to be particular about. This time, the grave ghost master is not easy to deal with at first glance. It's really not good. Let's find a chance to run away in a while!" Wang Daochang was dressed in yellow talisman paper, and he was windy when he walked, so he hurriedly approached Hong Yi and said.

Hong Yi looked at the group of people in front of him and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

All of them were stuck like mummies, and they had to use rubber bands to tie the talismans to their bodies.

It's just that you can't beat it for a while. If you want to run, can you run around with a talisman?

"Amitabha" Hong Yi put the talisman paper back into Wang Laodao's hand and said with a smile:

"Thank you Dao Chang, the poor monk doesn't need it anymore!"

"The poor monk's cassock has gone through 12 consecration procedures, and it has long been invulnerable. It is more useful than this talisman!"

"Hongyi's consecration, it must be a fine product!"

Wang Daochang: "..."

I was caught off guard, and I made you pretend to be a natural batch again!

"Little monk... little monk..."

"How do you want to die?"

Inside the sarcophagus, the grave ghost master kept shouting in a terrifying voice.

"Amitabha" Hong Yi put his hands together, walked slowly to the sarcophagus, reached out and patted the coffin lid:

"Donor, you can either come out or shut up. What do you call the poor monk in the middle of the night?"

"Do you have milk?"

There was silence in the sarcophagus.

After a long time, the entire sarcophagus began to shake slightly.

The giant dragon carved on the lid of the coffin has two green dragon eyes that burst out with breathtaking light.

"Roar……"

There was a faint roar of dragons.

"Amitabha!"

Hongyi's palm lightly stroked the longan.

It feels good, it's smooth, it should be a real guy!

"Donor, slowly open the coffin by yourself, poor monk..." Hong Yi silently took out a small hammer that had been opened from his bag, and began to unpack two jadeites.

"files……"

"Files..."

"Gear, file, file..."

The grave ghost master was lying in the sarcophagus, listening to the rhythmic percussion, a little dazed.

What the hell is this monk opening his own coffin?

Is there a bit of humanity?

Is it easy for Lao Tzu to get a coffin?

"Little monk, don't go too far, when this grave master goes out, he will definitely smash you into flesh..." The grave ghost master blushed and yelled loudly.

"Amitabha, then come out quickly!" Hong Yi heard the voice of exasperation coming from the coffin, and couldn't help sneering:

"It's not easy to dismantle it horizontally. Come out and help the poor monk put up the lid of the coffin, so it's easier to dismantle it!"

The grave ghost master was immediately furious.

Reach out and slowly lift up the coffin board.

Hong Yi felt that there was a ghost in the coffin that was slowly pressing against the coffin board, he hurriedly put the two jadeites in his backpack and put them away, took a few steps back, and the golden spiritual power in his hand shot out, ready to give the tomb ghost at any time. Lord a meet and greet.

"Boom...boom..."

"Boom...boom..."

After waiting for a long time, I saw that the heavy sarcophagus lid kept being pushed up a little, and then fell again.

Made a dull sound.

Hong Yi put away his spiritual power and carefully walked to the sarcophagus again.

Watch carefully.

"Boom..."

After the lid of the sarcophagus fell again, Hong Yi understood!

Amitabha.

This special coffin is obviously not pushed!

"Donor, did you steal this coffin?" Hong Yi knocked on the lid of the coffin and said through the gap:

"Can't even open the lid?"