I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Trouble also followed, the temperature of the entire flower boat dropped instantly, and the hole that had been leaking was frozen in an instant.

A streak of black air hovered over the rowing boat, gradually condensing into a black grimace.

Unable to tell the difference between male and female, it looked at the miserable, empty flower boat, and let out an angry roar.

It's just spending the night with some womanizer and asking the guy to pay the bills, what's wrong with that?

In this short moment, the forces that he had managed for so many years disappeared in smoke! !

"Good boy! No matter which family you are a disciple of, I will pull out your bones, light a sky lantern on you, curse, curse your whole family to die, and your sect will never be reborn!"

The ghostly face hovered in the sky, the big mouth was like an endless abyss, and the cold air was pressing.

Countless grimaces emerged from the black mist, and rushed towards Russell with all their teeth and claws.

Russell narrowed his eyes, and just as he was about to make a move, he felt a light behind him, and the black mist in front of him was fading away like snow meeting sunlight!

"Ami Buddha, Xiu wants to hurt people!"

A loud voice came, and an old monk came stepping across the river, behind him 36 Buddhist beads were constantly spinning, and countless Buddha lights came from above.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn around..."

The old monk choked up, looked at Russell's slowly withdrawing hand, and then at the ghost who had been beaten and disappeared...

Can you let me finish my sentence?

I also want to save face, okay?

Chapter 185

"What are you talking about?"

Russell blinked cutely, and looked innocently at the old monk in front of him.

The old monk has a kind face, 36 round rosary beads are constantly spinning behind him, and his whole body is emitting a yellow light. He still looks like an incredible figure!

"Amitabha!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, performed a Buddha ceremony, kept looking at Russell, and couldn't help but marvel, "Okay, okay, okay."

That look, as if seeing a peerless beauty.

Russell looked disgusted, and said directly, "You don't think I have a relationship with your Buddhism, do you?"

The old monk was well-informed and quite a person. He could see at a glance that Russell seemed to have misunderstood Buddhism.

However, he didn't explain anything. Instead, he clasped his hands together and saluted, and walked away across the river with a smile.

"Old monk, I have something to do today. If there is fate, the two of us will meet in the future."

He left a faint sentence, but Russell scratched his head on the ground depressed. This old monk is really weird, he doesn't play cards according to the routine!

According to the writing in it, when those geniuses met monks, didn't the monks all cry and ask to become a monk?

strange!

Russell narrowed his eyes, looked at the place where the old monk left, and had some guesses in his heart.

There must have been an accident ahead, and the old monk probably passed by this place today, and when he saw the ghost committing a crime, he stopped it.

What happened?

Russell became more curious, and the more curious he became, the more itchy he felt, which could make a cultivator so solemn.

Or it is the demons and ghosts who wantonly commit crimes, rushing over to eliminate the demons and defend the way.

Or it is the kind of treasure that has been discovered, which has a great effect on the cultivation of Taoists!

Russell rolled his eyes, and was not in a hurry to go back. He sat cross-legged on the spot, took out a stack of paper figurines from his arms, and carefully rummaged through to find a purple one.

The body of the purple paper figurine was covered with all kinds of strange lines, shining golden light, which looked extraordinarily mysterious.

Russell looked at the paper figurine and smiled, he was not familiar with the old monk, if it was a ghost, he would still have reason to go up and flirt with him.

Not necessarily, with the old monk's kind nature, nine out of ten he wants to be rescued.

The most annoying thing is chanting sutras and so on, it's better than physical salvation, slap it down, and the six senses will be clean!

If it's not monsters and ghosts, but treasures of heaven and earth...

Russell blew violently on the paper figurine in his hand, and the purple paper figurine floated into the sky, growing bigger and bigger, and slowly turning into a chic, unrestrained young man.

The man had long hair fluttering, turned his head and arched his hands at Russell, "Wugensheng has met fellow Taoist Russell!"

"Russell has seen fellow Taoists without roots!"

Russell smiled triumphantly, suddenly he thought of something again, touched his chin, and took out another paper figurine from his bosom.

This time he was not a Taoist priest, but a monk, a reasonable monk.

This monk has delicate features and a harmonious complexion, and he likes to reason with people the most in his life.

I don't know how the old monk will feel when he sees this young monk.

……

The old monk was running on the woods at this time, with the rosary behind him shining brightly, he seemed to be in a hurry.

Recalling the little doll he met on the boat just now, he couldn't help but sighed, "He has outstanding talent and a childlike innocence, why wasn't he born in my Buddhist sect?"

Sigh, but that's all, as practitioners, with every extra genius, there will naturally be a lot fewer demons and ghosts!

Alas, this world...

When the old monk thought of his old friend's cry for help, he couldn't help but walk a lot faster.

Before he had gone far, hearty laughter came from behind him, "Old abbot, it's refreshing!"

The old monk was shocked, there was someone so close to him in the world, and he didn't even notice it.

Why didn't you feel the breath?

He turned around abruptly, and saw a very handsome monk, a young monk, wearing a white monk's robe and a rosary hanging around his neck.

And behind the young monk, there was a young man with a lazy face and a long sword on his back.

This……

The old monk was stunned. He had never seen so many powerful juniors before. What happened today?

Meet three at once?

He didn't notice anything strange for a while, so he didn't care, "It seems that something happened to an old friend of mine, I'll go to help."

"Meet a ghost or ghost?"

The young monk immediately patted his chest, "Old abbot, don't worry, with me, Zhao Wenzhuo, it's all trivial tricks!"

After he finished speaking, the little Taoist priest behind him also nodded, folded his hands on his chest, and seemed to agree with what the little monk said.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, the old monk nodded in satisfaction, I am indeed not alone in the righteous way!

There are successors, there are successors!

The more the old monk looked at Zhao Wenzhuo, the more he found him pleasing to the eye, and even the bald head felt a little comfortable.

"Let's go, let's go together!"

The old monk took Zhao Wenzhuo's hand and walked forward, leaving Wugensheng pouted behind him.

Bah, old monk, I suspect that you are blatantly biased!

The three hurried forward, and along the way the old monk dragged Zhao Wenzhuo to ask questions. Fortunately, the journey was short, and all the questions were superficial.

how old are you?

Where is your home?

How many years have you practiced?

have you eaten?

Fortunately, the question is superficial. If the question is too deep and he is impatient, and he just slaps him, the old monk will probably be confused.

I don't know where to go, it seems that the old monk has some sense, and he is heading in a precise direction in this vast dark night.

After a while, the three of them fell from the sky and came to a strange place.

How do you say it's strange?

The old monk was clearly looking for someone, but the surrounding area was empty, there was no place to hide someone, and no movement could be heard.

From time to time, nocturnal animals come and go, and there is a sound of "rustling".

What about people?

"I might know where that person is!"

Wu Gensheng took a step forward, touched his body, took out a compass from nowhere, and fiddled with it with his right hand.

Seeing this familiar movement, the old monk had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, I saw Wu Gensheng turning around, muttering something, walking three steps to the left, three steps to the right, and three steps forward.

When I came to a piece of grass, I stepped on it hard, and a big hole appeared in the originally neat grass!

And on the big hole, there is a long rope, looking along the rope, this rope is connected to a big tree not far away.

The black light is blind, and it is on the grass again, the three of them didn't notice it just now.

Wu Gensheng bent down and touched the rope, this is not an ordinary rope, it is oily and has the smell of cinnabar, it can be regarded as a treasure.

"Ami Buddha!"

The old monk seemed to have thought of something, closed his eyes, put his hands together, and seemed to be apologizing for something.

Zhao Wenzhuo took a step forward, poked his head to look at the big dark hole, and cast a glance at the old monk, "This can't be a tomb robber?"

"In my opinion, this grave robber is not a good person, so let me slap him to death!"

Old monk: ...

Are today's juniors so brave?

"Come up, come up!" Wu Gensheng stretched his arms hard, and he pulled the thick and long rope violently, and quickly pulled it up.