LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

The monk was pointed and scolded so unceremoniously by Zhong Qing, but he didn't get angry.

He clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and then looked at Zhongqing with a compassionate face: "It seems that you, a born spiritual creature, have never received any education, so you are so ignorant of etiquette and uttering arrogant words. My Buddha is compassionate. , the poor monk is willing to take on the responsibility of alms-giver’s transformation.”

Love: "..."

She looked at the master in amazement and said to the system: "Did you see it?"

system:"???"

Zhongqing told it: "If you want to find a host next time, remember to learn from it and see how good this monk is at telling lies."

system:"……"

After Zhong Qing finished saying those words to the system, he was already very impatient.

She reprimanded loudly: "It's just that I, the house spirit, was greedy and wanted to take it for myself. It is normal for people to have desires, but you, a monk, still want to pull out a piece of paper to whitewash peace."

She narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "Do you know what your behavior is called in the world?"

The monk looked at her calmly.

Zhong Qing sneered: "It's called, I want to be a cousin, but I also want to build an archway!"

"Amitabha!" The monk's expression changed slightly, and he just said, "The donor's words and deeds are vulgar and really unsightly. It seems that this poor monk has to bear the responsibility of teaching."

"fart!"

Zhong Qing's eyes were sharp, and the monk's expression suddenly changed slightly. He grabbed the confused man in suit next to him and stepped back quickly.

Pity the man in the suit. He is usually a person that everyone pleases outside, but now he is being carried and dragged away.

And where they were before, the ground was cracked inch by inch - if the monk had reacted slower, they would have fallen down long ago.

The ground kept breaking, and the monk pulled the man back to the door of the house before he could stop.

As soon as he was released, the man in the suit fell to the ground. He stared dumbfounded at the crack not far in front of him and the bottomless pit below, trying to find signs of falsification.

This is so exciting!

The man in the suit felt that his unwavering materialistic worldview for decades had been greatly impacted and was slowly collapsing.

The monk's expression also became serious.

He spoke slowly: "The benefactor has fallen into evil ways for his own selfishness without caring about the lives of others. Today, I, a poor monk, will do justice for heaven and accept you, a demon spirit."

"Stop comparing nonsense, okay?" Zhong Qing looked at him impatiently.

"It's really annoying to hear a hypocritical person like you talk. If you don't think right, just say it directly. You have to find a reason to lie to yourself. Who doesn't say high-sounding words?"

Zhongqing looked at the monk: "For example, I think this monster monk confuses the public with his evil words, and he even confuses the guy next to him——"

She pointed at the man in a suit who was standing aside tremblingly: "To bewitch humans to go to a haunted house to die, he must be a demon in a monk's coat. I am a house spirit born and raised by nature, and I will do justice for heaven today, except for you, a demon monk!" "

Monk: "..."

He sighed and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, since you, the donor, are so stubborn, this poor monk has no choice but to offend you."

Zhong Qing snorted coldly: "Are you finally ready to fight?"

She looked at the faint golden light emitting from the monk's rosary beads and raised the corner of her mouth: "It's a pity that my aunt doesn't plan to play with you!"