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

"Ghost Lord, how do you feel?" Hong Yi asked again when he saw that there was no sound inside;

"Are you dizzy? Feeling dizzy?"

"Don't be afraid, the poor monk will try to open the coffin and get you out!"

"Don't use sarcophagi in the future. Oh, the grave ghost master may not have the chance to use a coffin in the future. Xitian doesn't need a coffin!"

The grave ghost master will lie in the sarcophagus, wanting to cry without tears.

What's going on here?

The style is wrong!

Why do I need this little monk to help me when I go out?

"Not so dizzy..." The grave ghost master replied in a low voice.

Let this little monk get Lao Tzu out first.

When the great old man kills you, tap lightly.

Hong Yi kept beating and beating around the sarcophagus, lifting it hard, but there was no response at all.

This is so embarrassing!

How can I fix it!

"Come on, everyone think of a way!" No way, Hong Yi beckoned and greeted everyone.

A group of people directly incarnated as archaeologists, and circled around the sarcophagus one by one.

"Do you think there will be a mechanism?" Wang Daochang kept touching the lid of the coffin and said with a tight frown.

"There is a hairy mechanism! You can still see that there is a mechanism in your brain?" Gu Heng turned around twice, and said angrily to the king.

"Do you have an opinion on me? It's almost done! I haven't bothered you for so long after pinching me!"

"You still want to make trouble with me, you're prying at the corner of Lao Tzu!"

"What happened to Pindao prying at your corner? It's not that you didn't give money!"

"Fuck... I'm fighting with you!"

"Come... let the horse come, the old man is not afraid of you..."

"You are so ungrateful, the grove that I took you to..."

"Poor Dao..."

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Several people silently looked at the two old men, one at the head of the coffin and the other at the end of the coffin, constantly yelling and cursing.

"Amitabha... stop!"

Suddenly Hong Yi shouted.

Gu Heng and Wang Daochang stopped one after another.

Hong Yi came to the end of the sarcophagus and nodded.

I saw Gu Heng put his hands on the lid of the coffin, and he had already pushed it up partially, revealing the two feet of the grave ghost master inside.

"The poor monk understands..."

What a slip-up coffin lid!

Gu Heng also stared blankly at the part of the coffin that was pushed aside in front of him, and took a few steps back in fright.

"Come on, get out of the way, and the poor monk will push the lid of this coffin up."

Hong Yi held the lid of the sarcophagus with both hands, turned his head and said to everyone.

Push it out, the grave ghost master is about to come out.

Just pushed it halfway and stopped.

Then he called everyone over.

"Does this talisman work on a zombie?" Hong Yi asked in a low voice, pulling Wang Daochang and his brothers and sisters.

"It's useful... it's right!" Zhang Zhenren said with some uncertainty:

"Mainly because I haven't posted such a powerful zombie before!"

"So, do you still have a talisman? The poor monk will give a light, and then post it in and try it out. Do you need to chant some of your spells?" Hong Yi tore off a talisman on Wang Daochang's body and gave a light.

I saw that the yellow talisman paper instantly turned into a white talisman paper after being consecrated by Hongyi. In the dark night, it was as dazzling as a lamp.

The grave ghost master lay quietly in the sarcophagus.

Anxiously waiting for the little monk and a group of people to open the coffin.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound of the coffin lid being pushed under his feet.

The grave ghost master was instantly overjoyed.