I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Well, that's a piece of clothing, a white T-shirt.

The white T-shirts were stacked in the wooden box and fell out. There seemed to be words on the folded T-shirts. They were two Chinese characters: Sun thief!

What the great-grandfather Wang Tongtian left to Wang Ping was not a ring, but a T-shirt with the words "Sun Thief" written on it.

The corner of Wang Ping's mouth twitched, as if he was hit by the Buddha's wrath lotus and was very injured.

He held his forehead.

"Sure enough, you can't expect things from the crazy grandpa Zeng. Dad is a crazy person. As daddy's grandfather, he is probably also a crazy person. Is it true that everyone in the Wang family is crazy except me?"

As he spoke, Wang Ping sighed and picked up the wooden box and picked up the white T-shirt on the ground.

In other words, this is also something left to him by his grandfather Zeng, who had never masked his face, before he was born, so naturally Wang Ping will not throw it away.

Ok?

Wang Ping suddenly gasped and stared at the T-shirt he had picked up.

"This T-shirt feels really good."

He found that the T-shirt feels very good, soft and smooth to the touch. Regarding the feel of the T-shirt, he has a feeling of "Dove, enjoy silky smoothness".

wrong!

Wang Ping picked up the T-shirt and looked at it carefully, and then he looked surprised as if he had discovered a new world.

This T-shirt is definitely not an ordinary T-shirt, not the kind of white T-shirt that is sold for ten yuan and three pieces on the roadside, with hidden secrets.

Through touching, Wang Ping found that the texture of the T-shirt was very good, and he couldn't tell what kind of material it was. It was similar to the cotton, polyester, fiber and other materials in his impression, but he didn't want to.

He pulled it vigorously, but the T-shirt was not torn off by him.

You must know that Wang Ping is not an ordinary person, his spirit has been raised to a height unimaginable by ordinary people, even if he is torn lightly, the strength can tear you apart.

However, the T-shirt was not torn and was extremely stretchy.

However, these were not the things that shocked Wang Ping the most. What shocked Wang Ping the most was that the T-shirt seemed to have temperature. It was true that the T-shirt was very warm, and it seemed to be at a constant temperature, which was the most suitable temperature for a human body.

In order to verify this conjecture, Wang Ping opened the refrigerator and put the T-shirt in.

"Sure enough, the T-shirt is warm!" Wang Ping touched the T-shirt in the refrigerator in surprise.

The T-shirt didn't freeze at all due to the low temperature of the refrigerator, but kept warm.

At this time, Wang Ping was holding the T-shirt, and had turned on the "True Fragrance" mode, his eyes were shining brightly.

good stuff!

Not to mention other things, just this is not bad, constant temperature is definitely a good thing.

"I don't know if there is anything special about this T-shirt." Wang Ping guessed.

He did as soon as he thought of it. In the following time, Wang Ping burned it with fire, scalded it with hot water, scraped it with a knife, and used all the methods he could think of to destroy the T-shirt.

As a result, the T-shirt came out intact.

"Mom, this T-shirt is a magic weapon, a magic weapon for body protection."

He came to the conclusion that Wang Ping's face was full of joy, and he knew how the things given by Grandpa Zeng could be ordinary products. In other words, this T-shirt was something that Grandpa Zeng had stored in a wooden box decades ago.

Decades have passed, and the clothes are nothing at all, neither moldy nor rotten, no matter how you look at them, they are not ordinary.

After testing, Wang Ping can be sure that this is an invulnerable T-shirt, a powerful magic weapon for protection.

If this is placed in an ordinary family, it can definitely be regarded as a family heirloom, and the treasure of the town clan will be passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping's delighted face suddenly collapsed, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently when he saw the big word "Sun Thief" on the T-shirt.

Nima!This heirloom is too...

At this moment, a picture appeared in Wang Ping's mind.

It was a long, long time later, when Wang Ping was old, so old that he was about to die.

Before he was about to die, he called his children and grandchildren, and told them.

"I'm about to die. I, Wang Ping, have been a soldier all my life. I have fought in the south and the north for many years. I have left nothing behind. Only this magic weapon of protection has been with me for many years and is still there."

At this point in the words, Wang Ping began to brag about the power of this magic weapon for protection, such as invincibility, constant temperature, and so on.

When Wang Ping's descendants heard that, their eyes glowed, and they were shocked and curious, what kind of magic weapon is so powerful.

In the end, just before Wang Ping passed away, he took out the magic weapon to protect the body from generation to generation.

A T-shirt with the words "Sun Thief" printed on it.

"This is my magic weapon, you should cherish it."

After speaking, he handed the T-shirt to his good grandson, and then passed away, leaving behind the bewildered descendants shouting "Damn!"

Thinking of this scene, Wang Ping's face twitched, and he quickly shook his head to dismiss the thought.

Then Wang Ping looked at the second floor of the wooden box.

The first layer is a personal protective magic weapon, so what will the second layer be?

"Could it be the old man with the black ring? Or when I drive it, I will cross over and go to some One Piece world to become the One Piece king? Or if I drive it, I will pull the coffin in Kowloon and go to Beidou to start a brilliant life?"

Thinking of this, Wang Ping shook his head again.

What are you thinking about? This is the painting style of the supernatural world. Why do you want to go to the fantasy and animation world painting style? It is not advisable.

Jingle Bell!

The mobile phone rang suddenly, interrupting Wang Ping's thoughts.

"Lu Yuan? Why did he call?"

Wang Ping put down the wooden box, picked up the phone and checked, the caller showed that Lu Yuan was calling.

"Hey, is this little brother Lu Yuan? Why are you still looking for me?" Wang Ping picked up the phone.

"Benefactor Wang Ping, are you free recently? I want to ask you a favor."

Before Wang Ping could speak, Lu Yuan said again.

"I will pay you, don't worry, 100 million."

"What are you busy with? Let me hear."

"Actually, this favor should be calculated as my master wants to ask you for help."

"Kongqing Buddha Head wants to ask me for help?"

……

The next day, Wang Ping greeted Lao Chen and Chu Lili, and took a plane to Luoyang City, Zhongzhou Province, China.

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Huaxia, Zhongzhou Province, Luoyang City Airport.

Just as Wang Ping walked to the airport lobby, Lu Yuan, who had been waiting here early, greeted him.

"Wang Ping benefactor."

"Yo, Lu Yuan."

Besides Lu Yuan, there were two other monks who followed Lu Yuan and accompanied Lu Yuan to pick up Wang Ping.

These two monks are older than Lu Yuan, they are 27 or [-] years old.

Although they were older than Lu Yuan, they called Lu Yuan their seniors.

Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, there are strict rules about the seniority and inferiority, which have never changed since ancient times.

In terms of age, it is true that Lu Yuan is younger than the two monks, but in terms of seniority, Lu Yuan is older than them. In fact, he is the eldest disciple of Kongqing Buddha's head, the only true disciple.

"Benefactor Wang Ping, I'm sorry, because my master's business made you come and delay your business." Lu Yuan clasped his hands together, showing apology.

I had a phone call with Wang Ping yesterday, and Wang Ping casually said that it was a coincidence that he was doing something important, so Lu Yuan called.

Wang Ping didn't tell Lu Yuan that what he did was just open the wooden box left to him by Grandpa Zeng.

Hearing this, Wang Ping waved his hand.

"There will be no delay. Anyway, that matter couldn't be done yesterday."

As Wang Ping said, there is really no way to open the second layer of the wooden box. There are conditions written on the second layer of the wooden box that need to be injected with evil blood to open, and after opening the first layer, the second layer cannot be opened for a period of time. Floor.

This should be the setting that Grandpa Zeng set up to protect the wooden box.

After all, if the wooden box is stolen, the first layer is opened, and the second layer cannot be opened within a certain period of time. Wang Ping can use this time to retrieve the wooden box and prevent the contents of the wooden box from being stolen.

Wang Ping glanced at Lu Yuan's two juniors and said.

"Let's not talk about this, let's go to our destination."

……

Yuancheng Temple, a Buddhist temple that does not burn incense to outsiders, is located in the outskirts of Luoyang City, China, close to the foot of the mountain, in a remote place.

Lu Guang and Lu Sheng who followed Lu Yuan to pick up Wang Ping were monks from Yuancheng Temple.

This time Wang Ping was invited to help because something happened to Yuancheng Temple.

Before Kong Qing Buddha head fought against Yin Sixieyi, Kong Qing Buddha head took Lu Yuan to practice in various parts of China, exorcising ghosts and eliminating evil spirits.

As we all know, Buddhism emphasizes compassion and saving all sentient beings, and this point of Buddhism also applies to ghosts.

Exorcising ghosts in Buddhism does not just kill them blindly. They will try to teach ghosts to put down their butcher knives and convert to my Buddha. If the persuasion fails, they will kill them.

This is actually similar to government officials, who also don't kill ghosts when they encounter ghosts.

Depending on the situation, they will subdue the ghosts and take them for their own use.

The practices of Buddhists and government officials are somewhat similar, but also somewhat different.

People in the government just persuade the ghosts and take them for their own use, while Buddhists want to save the ghosts and make them do good.

This kind of behavior of Purdue ghosts may seem silly, but it actually works well.