My wife is not a demon

As the door closed, the last ray of light in the room was cut off, and it fell into a dark and dead silence, only the gloomy atmosphere circulated.

At this time, the headless corpse in the other coffin suddenly moved.

It was Yu Chouchou's corpse.

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On the noisy and bustling street, Chen Mu, who took off his disguise and put on a new mask, looked at the familiar monk in front of him, lost in thought.

He originally planned to discuss the latest case with Suzaku Envoy and Lu Tianqiong.

Unexpectedly, I ran into an acquaintance on the way.

The Hongchen monk in front of him is still the same as before, with a burly physique, standing in front of him like a volcano full of amazing momentum.

If there is anyone among the people Chen Mu hates the most, then this monk definitely occupies a place.

The very nasty kind.

Last time, this monk was broken by him with some words, which caused the demon to appear on the other side, and he never appeared again after that.

I thought this monk would go offline, but I didn't expect it to appear again.

"Benefactor Chen."

Monk Hongchen clasped his hands together, his eyes were peaceful, and his smile was as kind as if he had seen an old friend for many years. "We meet again."

Chen Mu pointed to the new camouflage mask on his face: "Can you recognize this?"

"A person is born with only one form, unique, no matter how he disguises himself, his soul, his eyes, and his smell all mark his identity."

Hong Chen said with a smile.

After experiencing the demon incident last time, he seems to have become a little more free and easy at this time.

Especially the pair of eyes full of wisdom are like the stars that circulate, it seems that the whole world is filled in, and they can see through it at a glance.

Pedestrians passing by in a hurry subconsciously evaded, but they didn't feel disobedient.

"Pretentiousness does have a hand."

Chen Mu put his arms around the monk's shoulders and said calmly. "The good monastery is not waiting, why come here again, what kind of bad water is in my stomach?"

Monk Hongchen said: "I am here to rescue a deceased person."

"Amazing, to be able to invite a boss of your level, the other party's status is not low." Chen Mu mocked.

Monk Hongchen didn't deny it either: "It's not low, and...he also gives a lot."

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a strange color flashed in his pupils.

The weather was a bit hot, and the snack meat and vegetable stalls on both sides attracted a lot of flies, buzzing and flying in the street. The strange thing was that when they were two meters away from Chen Mu and Hongchen, there were no flying insects. Flies approach.

This is not because of Chen Mu, but because of the strange holy aura exuding from the monk.

It seems that the whole body is plated with a layer of white light.

"Okay, then I won't bother you, you should go to the rescue, don't let people pay for nothing."

Chen Mu patted the opponent's back heavily.

"You are restless."

The monk said suddenly.

Chen Mu picked out his ears, then slapped the monk's bald head with a 'slap', and said every word: "Don't appear in front of me in the future, it's really disgusting to see you, okay?"

The Hongchen monk who was slapped was not angry.

He smiled and said, "Why is Benefactor Chen so anxious? Is he afraid that I will talk about your wife again, or... the benefactor is afraid."

Chen Mu's face turned cold.

A scorching flame suddenly burst out of the moist and dark eyes.

"What's the matter with the monks now? Can't they quit their beauty? Since you can't quit, then if I send you to Xichang, you will definitely quit."

The monk clasped his hands together: "All things are Dharma, all people are Buddhas, what the poor monk pursues is still the Dharma."

Chen Mu sneered: "Bowen loves the Tao, and the Tao must be difficult to understand; if you keep your will and follow the Tao, the Tao is very great. If you don't even understand such a simple truth, cultivate your uncle's Buddha!"

Listening to Chen Muzhi's words, Monk Hongchen's eyes burst into complex expressions.

He sighed softly and said: "The benefactor really has the roots of Buddha's heart and wisdom, but it's a pity that he is willing to degenerate in the world of mortals, which is a great loss for Buddhism."

Good guy, I'm starting to persuade Lao Tzu to become a monk.

Chen Mu glanced at the noisy crowd around him, and said calmly, "How about we fight in a place where no one is around? I couldn't beat you last time, let's try this time?"

"What if I win?"

Monk Hongchen laughed. "If the benefactor can vent his anger, the poor monk is willing to be beaten."

Chen Mu was silent.

A few seconds later, he punched the monk on the bridge of the nose.

boom!

The fist hit the monk firmly in the face.

The monk didn't scream, and no blood splashed out, but Chen Mu felt like he was hit on a ball of cotton.

For a moment, he had the illusion that the other party's face was a ball of cotton,

"Has the benefactor vented his anger?"

Hong Chen asked with a smile, with some concern in his tone.

Chen Mu slowly withdrew his fist, squinting his eyes and looking at it: "The strength has improved again? Although I didn't fight with you last time, it seems that you are not so strong?"

"Thanks to the heart demon that Chen benefactor gave to the poor monk, the little monk was able to temper himself."

Monk Hongchen is sincerely grateful.

Chen Mu stared at the other person's face that he didn't hate, but he hated it very much, and said lightly, "It's similar to the protective technique of the golden bell cover."

Monk Hongchen smiled and didn't answer.