The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Listening to the familiar sound of knocking on the ship, like a door knocking on the door, an indescribable fear once again captured everyone's hearts.

While looking at each other, the shopkeeper in green shirt hurriedly wrote with a finger pen: "There is something wrong with this. We are blessed by the luck of hundreds of billions of people. Encountering the top ten natural dangers once can be said to be an accident, and it is absolutely impossible for it to happen again." '

And everyone also recalled the strange feeling that occasionally lingered in their hearts during this period of time. It seemed that they had forgotten something, but why couldn't they remember it?

"Boom... boom..."

"Donors, the poor monk is hungry. I know you are here. If you don't come out, will the poor monk come in by himself?"

In an instant, the hull began to shake violently again.

When Li Chu saw this, he touched his bald head and sighed in his heart. He had no choice but to continue to mess around!

Then he took out a handful of bald pills and took drugs fiercely. When the other shopkeepers saw this, including the three big shopkeepers, they each took out a bald pill and swallowed it. Theirs was a version that would not cause hair loss.

In the past six months, everyone has become a little more even-keeled by Shopkeeper Li.

And as the golden light lowered by the Luck Immortal gathered, the scene on the ship completely appeared between the heaven and the earth.

Monk Hai: "..."

The leader was a young monk who looked like a Buddha in a moon-white robe. It was said that this robe was taken out by a female shopkeeper.

She has not only monks' robes, but also Taoist robes, official uniforms, government uniforms, police officers' uniforms, emperor's robes... all kinds of styles and styles, and they are all men's styles.

Ahem, even if I don't know what she wants to do, as the manager of Magic Pavilion, it is extremely normal to have some special quirks.

After Li Chuyi's death, there were more than 400 people in total, including Xiao Dai, and they all had a circle of wisdom in their brains. Even though it was much dimmer than Li's, it still matched their own extraordinary temperament. Like an immortal or a saint.

"Amitabha, the donor came to ask monk me for alms again?" Li Chuyi chanted a Buddhist name and said with a cold face. Anyway, he had a bad relationship with him last time, so there was no need to put on a good face.

In the sky, Monk Hai still looked like a dim and decayed man, with a majestic ancient temple still standing behind him.

The difference is that at this time, the monk Hai actually held a string of rosary beads in his hand, which were crystal clear, and an ancient meaning came to him in an instant.

"This donor, are you crazy from poverty or crazy from hunger? It's ridiculous that you turned to a group of us monks for alms!" one shopkeeper actually laughed.

Monk Hai, on the other hand, reached out and touched his bald head, his gray eyes seemed a little confused.

The shopkeeper just now clasped his hands together and said without changing his face: "We have been saved by my Buddha, and have taken refuge in my Buddha since then. Now we have become ordinary monks."

Immortal cultivators pay attention to spiritual roots, while Buddhist cultivators are more mystical and pay attention to wisdom roots, which means a circle of wisdom wheels is born behind the head.

Those with spiritual roots may not necessarily have wisdom roots, but those with wisdom roots must also have spiritual roots. In addition, they are directly converted by enlightened monks.

Monk Hai was obviously a little confused. I tolerated you having hair, I tolerated some of them being demons in disguise, and I even tolerated a child of several years old.

But the one in the black cloak is obviously a ghost, right? She also has a wheel of wisdom on the back of her head? Still so bright? Is this true?

Or perhaps feeling the other person's gaze, Leng Yue's face hidden under the black robe showed a sweet smile, "The poor monk was cremated and I met the donor."

Shopkeepers: "..."

Li Chuyi saw that the other party seemed to be shocked, and said with an unkind expression: "Donor, we already had a relationship half a year ago. Since you claim to be a Buddha, why are you so stubborn?"

However, Monk Hai suddenly showed a terrifying smile and said in a low voice: "We are both Buddhist cultivators. Since you showed the Wheel of Wisdom, do you want to talk to me about Buddhism?"

Li Chuyi frowned and looked at the string of crystal rosary beads in the other person's hand. For some reason, he always felt that there was something in front of him that didn't seem like the monk Hai he met half a year ago.

The one half a year ago was crazy and kept complaining about being hungry, but the monk in front of me could actually discuss Buddhism.

"Dharma name?" Monk Hai asked again.

"The poor monk is causing trouble!" Li Chuyi performed a Buddhist ritual, but it was confirmed that they had met the second monk Hai. As for the relationship between the two, they did not know.

"What a mess. Looking at you, you are the foreign monk!" Monk Hai looked straight at him, his gray eyes looking extremely scary.

Li Chuyi's murderous aura surged out in an instant, his left eye turned into a golden color, but in his heart he was chanting like crazy, let's go, let's go quickly!

Asking him to discuss Buddhism with the monk in front of him, hehe, he has no problem with his brain. This master can create a path to immortality by himself.

In terms of Suixin, it's not bad. The wheel of wisdom behind Mr. Li's head is just used to fool people. In fact, he has no wisdom at all.

"Heaven's murderous aura, the rule of law, you, a foreign monk, have been deeply involved in our world, and you are not afraid of capsizing?" Monk Hai said coldly.

"Of course the donor doesn't need to worry about this!" Li Chuyi pretended to be indifferent and said, but he was impatient in his heart. Why doesn't the owner leave?

"Okay, since you were a Buddha in other worlds, I will discuss Buddhism with you. If you lose, the believers you saved will become poor monks. They happen to be hungry!"

After Monk Hai finished speaking, he looked at the ancient temple behind him. There were still many young monks in red clothes inside, but they were not like the ones half a year ago who only hid behind door eaves and incense burners. Instead, they all had fierce eyes and open mouths. It's like a ghost in the underworld demanding life, which makes people's hair stand on end.

"Why, you don't want to?" Monk Hai turned around with a bad look on his face, "If you don't want to, I will catch you believers myself."

Just when Li Chuyi was in a dilemma, a shout came from behind him, "I, Buddha, your Dharma is boundless, and you are still afraid of a crazy monk, but we believe in you!"

The one who spoke out turned out to be a good man. He still squinted his eyes and performed a decent Buddhist salute, "It's not a bad thing for me to be a poor monk. I've met this master before."

Everyone: "..."

A few moments later.

"My Buddha, let's have a fight with this wild monk. We won't complain if we win or lose!" The person who spoke was the big shopkeeper in Qingshan. He also bowed and said: "The name of the poor monk - it doesn't matter!"

Li Chuyi couldn't help but turn around, and saw everyone giving him affirmative looks, including Xiaodai, who nodded wildly, as if to say, "Master Chuyi, don't be cowardly, Xiaodai believes in you." '

He turned around again, and this time, the golden color in his left eye became even more intense, like a blazing torch in the dark night, illuminating everything and never going out.

"Donor, what do you want to say?" He just stood here, but it seemed as if the world was centered on him.

"I ask, you answer!"

"Yes, but what if I win?"

"This string of beads in my hand belongs to you!"

"A monk?"

"Don't lie!"