Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Really, master, I'm also curious?" Mr. Ma continued

, "It stands to reason that who would run to the tomb if they have nothing to do? If the tomb is robbed, the contents will definitely be gone, how can it be just for use." "

I suspect it, I've got a ghost in my grave..."The

security captain next to him also whispered: "I also feel like I'm going in, just now I saw that a few bottles of wine in the refrigerator were opened, and the cups also had traces of use, and..."

Hongyi shined with a flashlight.

It was a delicate drawing.

It's just how Hongyi looks at it and how familiar it is.

it!

This is not the playground design drawn by the Spirit Ghost King?

That's right, it's the design of the Ferris wheel that goes up to the sky in one second! Could it

be that the Spirit Ghost King is in this tomb?"

"Amitabha, there is such a person! That poor monk went down to take a look..."Hongyi said with an indignant face.

I went around a lot, but I didn't expect to find it here!

Inside the mound.

The spirit ghost king in the wardrobe heard that there was no sound outside, so he slowly opened the wardrobe door and took a look, and saw that there was indeed no one, so he walked out with confidence.

"Damn, it's a terrible day!" "

The playground is gone, and there are still people in this good place to stay!"

"I think I'm a ghost king, and I'm in such a situation..."

The Spirit Ghost King opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of fat house water out to be happy and happy, relieving his terrible mood.

Fortunately, this cemetery is really well built.

It's just that some features aren't practical.

In the future, it seems that you will have to design it yourself, and it is best to make a hole in it so that the moonlight can shine in.

Sipping a little wine and looking at the joy... Under the bright moonlight.

Oops....

I don't dare to think about it, the picture is too beautiful!

It would be nice if the playground was still there, after the revival of the supernatural, he can be regarded as a ghost king with a family and a business, much stronger than those fools who only know how to be scary and eat people.

Money can make the devil grind!

When the time comes, you can throw out some of it casually.

Those dirt buns must have come over to lick Lao Tzu.

Pity......

Thinking of this, the Spirit Ghost King suddenly felt that the fat house water in his hand didn't seem to be so happy.

Reached out from the refrigerator and took another bottle of wine.

By the way, I took another bottle of black

tea! Aren't all those people drinking like this?

Mixing foreign wine with tea!

I took out a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table and opened it.

Take a cigarette and drink a drink!

The security captain opened the entrance to the cemetery, and the layers of concrete steps were neatly built.

Hongyi didn't expect that this Ma always built a new villa underground!

The whole bottom was hollowed out, and the most shocking thing was that.

There is still a car parked in front of the villa! but it has shrunk a little.

Can this thing be driven out?

Mr. Ma seemed to see Hongyi's question, and hurriedly smiled awkwardly: "It's all B, it's useless, it's just a shell, there is no engine..." Hongyi: "..."

I went down the steps, walked a few steps, and came to the door of the villa.

The moment he opened the door

, Hongyi was stunned!

The Spirit Ghost King was leaning on the sofa at this time, with his legs on the coffee table, a cigarette in his left hand, and a glass of wine in his right hand, watching TV very comfortably.

Mr. Ma was suddenly angry!

Nima Laozi worked so hard to build the tomb, and he hasn't enjoyed it for a day, but you should enjoy it first.

"Smack!"

In the past, a slap slapped the Spirit Ghost King from the sofa to the ground, Mr. Ma looked at the Spirit Ghost King who was a little confused, and then looked at his treasured foreign wine, good smoke.

Suddenly he was even angrier, and he slapped it in the face.

"What special is this

Lao Tzu's grave?" Do you know, Lao Tzu's grave?" "Do you want to make a face in your special place?" "

Drink Lao Tzu's wine, do you know what kind of wine this is? 8,000 yuan a bottle, you just opened it for

Lao Tzu?" "I still smoke Lao Tzu's cigarettes! I smoke only Xuan Hemen, and I only love one person in my life! What's the matter? Do you also have a little story?"

The Spirit Ghost King was stunned for a moment.

Who am I

? Where am I?

What am I going to do?

It wasn't until I saw Hongyi that I quickly knelt up with a dignified attitude, and let Mr. Ma pull it over, not daring to move!

How did this monk find it?

What about the people in the damn Qinglou? It's also a bunch of waste

, and even a monk can't fool him! Mr. Ma saw that this ghost was also a coward, and he couldn't help but smoke even more energetically!

"Take off Lao Tzu's Nike slippers, your feet are hairy, can you still wear these shoes?"

"Ahhhh Lao Tzu is special, you actually drink Lao Tzu's fat house water

...""Papapa..." "Papapa..."

This is the root of his own life

! Pick up the slippers and smoke them desperately!

"Do you know the happiness of a fat house?

You dare to drink?" "Lao Tzu doesn't dare to drink at home, for fear of being smoked...", "

That's why I secretly saved a little in my grave..."

"What the fuck are you... Lao Tzu pumped you to death!" Hongyi

was a little shocked, he didn't expect that Mr. Ma would really criticize it, worthy of being called Ma Dabiao, even a ghost would dare to smoke it.

Ten minutes later.

"Do you want to write or not?" Hongyi stared at the Spirit Ghost King with a stern expression.

"Roar..."

The Spirit Ghost King roared angrily, and he endured beating me, and even wanted to steal the fruits of Lao Tzu's labor

! Shi can be killed but not humiliated!

"Bang!"

"Divine monk, you are the master, I write... Can't I write?"

He buried his head on the coffee table and began to draw as he wrote.

He sat straight, his eyes did not squint, he was very serious, and he kept biting his pen and thinking.

It's like an elementary school student at the end of the summer vacation.

At this time, the atmosphere in the tomb is very eerie.

Suddenly, the Spirit Ghost King slapped the coffee table, and Mr. Ma hurriedly took two steps back, thinking that this ghost was going to go crazy, but he didn't expect the Spirit Ghost King to shout: "That's it

!" "My Spirit Ghost King is really a genius!"

and then continued to work hard.

At this time, the entire live broadcast room was stunned.

Finally, I can see Master Hongyi make a move and let the ghost do his homework!

and he is also a master at the level of the ghost king.

Write homework online!

The barrage almost crowded the live broadcast room.

The administrator of station B is also like crazy at the moment, turning into a tentacle monster, constantly brushing rockets and typing over and over again.

[Made... Why do you feel a sad smell when you look at me...]

[Brothers, what does this live broadcast tell us, tell us that even if you die and become a ghost king, you still can't escape the fate of writing and doing your homework.

[Seeing this, I want to cry, it's almost early in the morning, and I haven't written my homework yet!]

[Woo woo woo... Homework was not written +1.]

One hour.

Hongyi looked at the design drawings of the new Fazong Temple in his hand and had to sigh.

I didn't expect a ghost to teach himself to get a design major, civil engineering... and a series of degrees.

Yes, what a scholar!

Poor monks like it... Believe me, the Buddha likes it too!

Xitian needs such talents!