Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

Just when everyone is at a loss.

Qin Lan suddenly pulled Hongyi's robe and said, "Aren't you able to read minds?Can't this cat lady read?"

Hongyi: "..."

Recently, he was stunned by the word "Che Zhen", and Hongyi selectively forgot about this magical power.

That's right!

He has a clear mind: within a certain range, he can know what is in the minds of sentient beings.

It must be okay to read this cat-faced old lady, right?

Hongyi immediately opened his mind.

As a result, the inner world of a bunch of people instantly blew him up.

"Oops... I don't know if these people have comprehended the demeanor of the old Tao just now?"

"Aunt Pan doesn't know if I'm here tomorrow night?"

"When will it be nice to have the strength of Hongdae..."

This cat-faced old lady is really troublesome, the old lady can't stay up late anymore, her skin is sagging, in case that thing sags, how ugly

it is...""What should I do?think of a way to escape

...""I don't know if the movie download of Mr. Feng is completed when I go back in the morning..."

"Is my son peeking at Lao Tzu?How do you know that it is all wrinkled?"

...

Hongyi immediately closed his heart.

It's horrible....

For a moment, like a signal receiver, Hongyi's head hurt by the messy thoughts in the hearts of a group of people.

Amitabha, who can stand up to the thoughts of this group of people!"

"Amitabha,

the poor monk needs to talk to this cat-faced old lady alone..."Hongyi said to everyone.

"Lao Bo Ma always took the poor monk to the basement. "

......

Dimly lit basement.

on a wooden table.

The cat-faced old lady is tied to it by Hongyi in a shameful pose.

"Let's learn to meow together, meow meow together..."The

cat-faced old lady trembled and looked at the monk in front of her who was humming a song and was constantly busy.

I saw him take out all kinds of strange tools from his bag.

Neatly placed on a table next to it.

Everything is ready to go.

Hongyi came to the cat-faced old lady and opened his mind.

"What is this monk going to do

?" "Amitabha, don't you really know how to speak?" Hongyi said as he looked at the brown eyes of the cat-faced old lady.

"Meow!" the

cat-faced old lady gave him a vicious look.

"Can I speak, do I still have to come out in the middle of the night to catch it? Isn't it fragrant to lie to children at the door of school?"

Hongyi nodded.

It seems that he can understand the poor monk's speech... That's easy!

" The poor monk was curious, how did you form it?" Hongyi kept circling around the table.

The cat-faced old lady frowned, and didn't scream, just stared at Hongyi coldly.

"Is it a deformity to be born?" Hongyi asked with a smile as if he couldn't see this vicious gaze.

Sure enough, there was a reaction.

"You were born deformed, but I'm a cat spirit, and I finally fused with an old lady's body..."Hongyi

nodded.

Then circle around the table.

"Do you know how the energy

of the universe works?", "What is the theory of conservation of matter in the universe?", "Why don't there be cats in the zodiac

?", "Should tofu brain be sweetened?

", "What is the origin of two hundred and five

?",

"Do you remember where you hid it, child?".

Hongyi kept asking a lot of questions, and used the lion's roar, and the questions kept playing back in the ears of the cat-faced old lady one after another.

The cat-faced old lady was directly confused.

"I don't know...""What is it?, I haven't seen it...", "Haven't you been deceived by

a mouse?" "Damn a mouse...", "I haven't eaten tofu brain

...", "Isn't the origin of two hundred and five stupid?"

"Child, I'm hiding in a cave under Jingshan

..."

, "Amitabha..."Hongyi smiled with satisfaction.

I know the whereabouts of the child!

"Hehe... Do you remember when the poor monk called you?" Hongyi stared at the cat-faced old lady and laughed evilly.

Now it's time for the poor monk to settle accounts with you, right?

The cat-faced old lady paused, looking at the smile of the little monk in front of her, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

"Meow..."

Hongyi picked up a pair of rusty scissors tied with a red rope from a pile of tools on the table.

"Crunch... Crunch!"

a cacophony of grinding echoed through the basement.

The cat-faced old lady was even more frightened! What

is this monk going to do?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk once said that he has found you, and the poor monk will entertain you well! I don't know if you like it or not..." Hongyi lay on the cat-faced old lady's ear and said softly.

A full 10,000 excess value....

The poor monk doesn't entertain you, I'm really sorry for the ghosts who provide 10,000 excess value.

"This scissor has been opened by the poor monk, don't look rusty, it's actually still very sharp..."

The scissors sank into the cat-faced old lady's skin and got stuck about two centimeters!

"Amitabha, I'm sorry... Maybe it's really a little rusty... Wait a minute!"

the cat-faced lady was almost bursting out of her sockets at this time.

"Meow Meow Meow ——!

" "Meow Meow ——!"

looked at the scissors inserted in the heart, the cat-faced old lady seemed to be crazy, and the miserable cry echoed in the basement.

However, when she saw the little monk turn around and take something in his hand, the cat-faced old lady's screaming stopped abruptly.

Is this monk a demon

? It's too ruthless, isn't it?

I'm not human, but you can't be a human being!

Are there

any animal protection associations, I'm going to report this monk...

The people sitting in the living room suddenly heard a rhythmic, strange sound.

"What

is this knocking?"

Then there was a loud meow of a cat, even with a pulling sound...

"Meow~~"

cries from prosperity to decline...

"Bell..."

"Meow~~"

Everyone looked at each other.

Mr. Ma was a little worried and said, "This won't happen, right

?" "Do you have a plastic bag at home?" go get some..." Gu Heng seemed to remember something at this time, and said to Mr. Ma with a pale face.

When Mr. Ma brought a stack of plastic bags, the people in the Spiritual Bureau consciously received one each, Wang Daochang received one, and then stuffed one into his pocket.

"Are you afraid that the bag will leak?" asked Gu Heng strangely.

"Who is particularly afraid of the bag leaking, Poor Dao just ate a little too much, afraid that one bag will not be enough to vomit..."

Hongyi picked up a small basin from the ground and put the cat-faced old lady in it one by one.

Amitabha: The

craftsmanship seems to be a little rusty...

Placing his head in the middle of the basin, he reached out and straightened out the ears of the two drooping cats.

Nodding with satisfaction,

Hongyi carried the basin out of the basement.

Before going out the door, I took another look.

Nails, claws, tongues, all there, nothing is missing.

Turned around and closed the door.