The young monk has returned to secular life

Nigga is smart.

He knew that Yi Zhen must have something to talk to him alone.

As both disciples of Buddhism, he felt the need to have a heart-to-heart talk.

He imitated Yizhen and said, "I'm going to pee too, so don't peek."

Qingmei glared at him angrily: "Why are you peeing like a ghost? Are you a liar?"

"Do you two have some shameful deeds that you are afraid to tell in front of us?"

"No, I have to monitor you."

"Yeah!" She shouted as soon as she reached the door, "Yizhen, you pervert, why are you taking off your pants?"

Yizhen said without looking back: "Don't you take off your pants when you pee?"

Qingmei's face turned red because of his anger, and she said fiercely behind her back: "Ugly ghost, I advise you to stay away from that smelly monk. If you are splashed with his child's urine, you will never be able to achieve Buddhahood in your life. "

This sentence really worked. The nigger was walking towards Yizhen swaggeringly, but was frightened by her words and instantly floated far away.

Yizhen sneered: "Are you stupid? If I want to drive you out of your mind, do you need to urinate like a child?"

The nigger thought for a moment and felt that what he said made sense. He really didn't need to urinate when things could be solved with just his mouth.

However, for the sake of caution, he still observed it and saw that Yizhen's buttocks had been naked for a long time and no urine came out, so he floated over cautiously.

"Holy monk, what are your instructions?"

Yizhen glanced back and found that the three women were not eavesdropping, so he asked in a low voice: "You said you are a disciple of Zen Master Huiyu, is it true?"

The nigger nodded and said, "Of course, I guarantee the replacement."

"Then what happened when Zen Master Huiyu passed away?"

The nigger grinned and said softly: "Holy Monk, it's not that I don't tell you, nor that I don't believe in your strength. It's just that the death of Zen Master Huiyu is of great importance, and the cause and effect is beyond what ordinary people can bear. I advise you not to inquire."

Yi Zhen thought for a moment and felt that what he said made sense, so he changed the question again: "I heard that on the night when Zen Master Huiyu passed away, a transparent pagoda shot straight into the sky. Is it true?"

"Yes!" The nigger answered simply.

"What made the pagoda?" Yizhen asked.

"The pagoda is..." The nigger suddenly stopped mid-sentence, "How do you know that the pagoda was made by something?"

"I...guessed it." Yi Zhen fooled and urged: "Tell me, what on earth is that pagoda?"

The nigger became surprisingly calm, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at Yi Zhen, his already protruding eyes even more exposed.

"You are a monk from Bodhi Temple, that's right."

Yi Zhen frowned: "I'm not."

"You are!" the nigger said decisively: "I just heard your conversation."

"Then you still ask?"

"I just remembered. But how dare you lie? Are you a real monk?"

Yi Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "Then do you want me to recite the "Vajra Curse" again for you to check its authenticity?"

"Then forget it." The nigger waved his hand hurriedly, paused, and asked in a low voice: "That thing was taken away by the bald donkey from Bodhi Temple, and it's in your hands now, right?"

Yi Zhen was noncommittal.

The nigger continued: "The reason why Zen Master Huiyu passed away suddenly was also because of that thing."

The nigger's words aroused Yi Zhen's interest. Just when he was about to continue asking, Mu Yunqing's voice suddenly came: "Yizhen, the moon will be in the sky soon. Do you really want to ask?" If you can’t urinate, come back and ask Granny Zhou to take your pulse.”

"It's better to treat the disease as early as possible."

Yi Zhen suppressed his curiosity, put on his pants and walked back to the Main Hall.

He was still laughing: "Sister Zhou can still see men's medicine? I really admire her."

Zhou Jin blushed and glanced at Mu Yunqing, wondering what the hell are you trying to do with me, but due to his status, he did not dare to contradict him, so he could only say angrily: "I have a blade that can remove the root of evil, and I will definitely cure your illness." Do you want to try to cure diseases with a knife?"

Yi Zhen coughed lightly: "Amitabha, my six roots are pure and no treatment is needed, so I won't trouble Sister Zhou's jade hands."

The nigger was a high-ranking official who had gone through many hardships before he died in vain. Hearing the obscure jokes of the three men, he couldn't help but joke: "Amitabha, the holy monk is so lucky."

Zhou Jin was already thin-skinned. She didn't dare to speak rudely to Mu Yunqing, but she had no scruples when facing a nigger.

"Ugly ghost, you are looking for death!"

She waved her hand and rolled up the dead grass. In an instant, the dead grass turned into an arrow and shot towards the nigger.

The nigger calmly watched the sharp arrows passing through his body, and sneered: "You are such a rude sister. You didn't say a word when you shot. If I were a little less wise, I wouldn't have to die again." ?”

When Zhou Jin saw that his methods were of no use to him, he remembered that he was just a spirit body and was not afraid of physical attacks at all.

She snorted coldly, and a black wooden stick flashed out of her hand, with purple lightning flashing around the stick.

"Ugly ghost, I wonder if your thousands of years of Taoism can withstand the thirteen lightning strikes of this heavenly leader?"

Lightning strikes wood, which is the natural nemesis of ghosts.

One strike is divided into thirteen sections, which means it was struck by lightning thirteen times in a row, which is rare in the world.

If this hits a nigger, the taste will be absolutely sour!

Unexpectedly, although the nigger took two steps back, he did not give in at all: "Do you think this Arhat, like the other brats, would be afraid of this little lightning striking the tree? What a joke!"

"It seems you want to give it a try?" Zhou Jin sneered.

"Just give it a try, can I still be afraid of you?" The black ghost retreated directly to the feet of the Buddha's golden body, and took up a fighting stance, "To tell you the truth, this Arhat Temple is the dojo where this Arhat has been practicing for thousands of years. , no one can hurt me in my territory!"

"...Except the holy monk."

Seeing this, Yizhen hurriedly stood between the two of them and dissuaded them: "You two, we are all our own people, so don't hurt the harmony."

Zhou Jin said angrily: "Who is one of our own with this ugly ghost? You start, I will let him go through thirteen levels of lightning hitting wood today!"

Naturally, Yizhen would not listen to her. The nigger had to decipher the affairs of Lanruo Temple. Now was not the time to let him have fun.

He pointed to the moonlight outside and whispered: "Sister Zhou, the moon will be at its peak soon, and the little vixen's matters are urgent."

"This nigger can't run away, so you just have to be patient for now, and we can teach him a lesson at another time."

Now the nigger began to refuse, and he angrily shouted: "Bald Donkey, we are both disciples of Buddhism, and you actually prefer an outsider. Do you still have humanity?"

"Amitabha, I forgot to tell you that the young monk has returned to secular life." Yi Zhen smiled lightly, "Strictly speaking, we are no longer in the same group."

The nigger scanned the bodies of the four people and said coldly: "I should have guessed a long time ago that you, a monk, went to fight in the mountains and forests with three beautiful girls in the middle of the night. You must not be a good person."

"It's better not to be on the same road. I don't want to interact with you yet."

Qingmei rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "You can also join us. To be honest, we are catching a very beautiful little vixen, so why don't you come and help us."