dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Zhang Jiao was taken aback when he heard the words, then closed his eyes to sense.

"Hahaha, he is still stranded in the world, I am not alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a thin, dark old monk walking barefoot.

Around the neck hangs a string of human bone rosary beads made from the skull of a baby.

Although the skinny and dark old monk was ugly and even terrifying, his expression was exceptionally peaceful.

Calm with boundless compassion.

When he walked under the pine tree in a hurry, Zhang Jiao had already got up and greeted him with a smile.

"Fu Sheng boundless yellow sky."

"I haven't seen the dead bone in a thousand years, and the Buddha is always well?"

The old monk returned the salute meticulously and solemnly.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The Master of Labor is concerned, and the poor monk is afraid."

Then he bowed respectfully to Elder Song: "The young monk from the southern country pays homage to Senior Tree God with his dead bones."

"Senior's compassion and universal salvation, blinded thousands of souls."

Song Lao didn't respond immediately, but sighed after a long silence.

"Don't be too polite."

"2000 years ago, you just sat at my feet and issued the twelve great ambitions to inspire the world."

The withered bone monk was taken aback when he heard the words, then involuntarily looked at the canopy-like pine tree.

Sure enough, I saw the middle and lower part of the trunk, with twelve Buddhist swastikas vaguely engraved.

Isn't this exactly what I wrote back then? !

Under such circumstances, the monk withered bones calmed down the mentality of the ancient well for 2000 years, and couldn't help causing ripples.

Quickly tidied up his clothes, prostrated himself on the ground and worshiped Mr. Song.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The little monk did not get the Tao before, so he made such a menglang move, thank you, Senior Tree God, for your kindness!"

Mr. Song was obviously very happy to meet his "old friend".

A green light full of vitality emerged, slowly lifting up the withered monk.

"You have a kind heart, so the old tree allowed you to realize the Tao under my feet. This is your kindness..."

Even though Elder Song said so, Monk Withering Bones is obviously a persistent person.

Although he was lifted up, he knelt down respectfully again.

He didn't stand up respectfully until he kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and sat silently under the pine tree one seat behind.

He took off the skull rosary from his neck, twirled it and recited the Sutra of Subduing Demons, assisting Songlao to suppress the "things" under the underground palace of the dead.

This time he sensed that something ominous was about to be born, and he rushed here with the great compassion of "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", he didn't expect to meet Song Lao and Zhang Jiao.

In this way, there is no need to "sacrifice one's life for benevolence".

In the heart of this Buddhist monk, he thought that the three of them working together, coupled with the large formation suspended in the air, would not be able to suppress the evil forever, but it would be easy to trap him for thousands of years.

However, what he didn't know was that the "things" suppressed below, and the blue sarcophagus that buried half the world! ! !

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On the other side, after being separated from all the "everyone", Hua Jiunan and the others declined Qian Duoduo's kindness to "squeeze" them back to the hotel.

After handing Zhou Daoren who was still unconscious to Wu Yongming, the Taoist priest in purple, he chose to take a taxi back by himself.

This made Qian Wubai, who wanted to make some extra money along the way, very regretful, just like ordinary people who missed the 500 million grand prize.

Therefore, we have to wait near the Underground Palace of the Dead, and take an individual passenger back to the city along the way.

After all, there are only Sun Yangming, who is like a lion, and Xun Yi, a great scholar, in his broken taxi.

"Running empty cars" is not his style of money...

As for why the two masters, Rong Hui and Pu Neng, were not brought along... When have you ever seen monks handing out money?Whether it's dining or lodging!

Or do something else... Isn't pulling them waste oil for nothing?Qian Duoduo is not stupid, on the contrary he is shrewd.

In terms of careful calculation, Chang Baye, who is hungry ass, can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!

Regarding the persistence of his old friend, the great scholar Xun Yi just smiled lightly, then took out the ancient scroll and read it carefully.

He looks like he doesn't hear what's going on outside the window, and only reads the books of sages.

In fact, they are silently using secret techniques to inform the special department in the capital of what happened in Liangzhu.

After all, the Underground Palace of the Dead at this time is like a ticking time bomb... It's still at the level of a nuclear bomb.

If it is not handled properly, the consequences will be disastrous!