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

As soon as Mr. Ma finished speaking, several middle-aged women professionally took out a white handkerchief.

"Oh... my God... Master, why did you go..."

"Ah ah ah ah... Master!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu go!"

"Stop!" President Ma stretched out his hand and shouted.

Suddenly, several middle-aged women stopped crying and looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, wait outside for a while, watch my signal, you must be louder, tears must be real, whoever screams the worst, the most real..." With that, Mr. Ma pulled out a dozen bright red cards from his bag , shook it in his hand.

"Whose 3000 belongs to!"

Several middle-aged women immediately patted their chests to assure them.

"Don't worry, President Ma, it's absolutely the same as crying my old man walking!"

"Yes, we cry with absolute sincerity!"

"That's it... President Ma, don't worry!"

President Ma nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to the pickup truck driver and said:

"Is everything in the car ready?"

"Mr. Ma is ready, according to the 69999 package, the master will definitely get it straight... Don't worry!" The driver in the car nodded quickly and said.

"Well, you drive the car to the side first, and you will also watch my signal for a while!" Mr. Ma pointed to a parking place in the distance and said:

"Be sure to pull up the mourning hall for Lao Tzu as soon as possible!"

"Let's call you later and ask, have those black guys gone back?"

"If not, let Lao Tzu come over when the coffin is carried in two days!"

"This time, we must send Master Hongyi Fengguangguang away."

After speaking, he smiled slightly at the two little monks at the door.

"Master Lichen is in the backyard?"

The two little monks nodded dumbfoundedly with their mouths open.

President Ma adjusted his clothes and walked quickly into the backyard of the temple.

I saw a group of doctors huddled in a wing, with various instruments placed outside the door.

"You can't do it in the house, take the master outside!" At this moment, a full-fledged shout came from inside the house.

Immediately, several doctors lifted Master Liao Chen out and placed it on the reclining chair.

"hiss……"

The director of 736 Hospital saw the blood on the money in Master Chen's chest, and immediately took a deep breath.

"Come on, get a quick-acting life-saving needle first..."

"Master is vomiting blood!"

After speaking, a doctor handed over a slender muscle needle, and Dean 736 lifted Master Chen's cassock with a solemn expression, and slowly injected it into his arm.

"Wait to see the effect, plug in the motor, and go straight on if it doesn't improve after a while..."

After one injection, the dean turned his head and instructed the doctor holding the motor.

Mr. Ma will sneak over here, and when he sees Master Chen, he starts to stick various metal detectors all over his body, but it has not been powered on yet, and he can't see what is going on for the time being.

But looking at the blood on the money on Master Chen's chest, I think it's more fortunate than luck!

It's still bleeding.

How much is this vomit?

"President..." Secretly pulling Dean 736 aside, President Ma asked in a low voice:

"This... let me introduce myself, I am the owner of An Xin Crematorium, and a friend of Master Hongyi, sigh..."

"Master Hongyi called me, and I hurried over with something!"

"Dean, how long can the master last?"

736 Dean Tongma shook hands and said solemnly:

"Alas, Master Hongyi has rebuilt our 736 Hospital, how can we do our best.

Exactly how long it will take you to wait until all the instruments are powered on before you can see it, but just looking at the blood that the master vomited, it is estimated that it is more fortunate than for luck! "

Just when the two shook their heads and comforted each other.

"Cough cough..."

Master Liaochen opened his eyes leisurely.

Why are there so many doctors in front of me?

who am I?