The abbot laughed coldly, "It is indeed the small rogue taught by the old rogue! These methods are really hand -over!"

Wang Han could see from the fact that these monks didn’t help Liao Laitou just now that they would still be afraid of the ten masters!

Whenever the king dies here, the ten guys will definitely raise the monk of the Wanfo Temple!

The abbot still dare not take this danger!

Even if Wang Hen committed suicide here, how can the old rogue in the emperor care about you! If the old babies apprentice is in your Temple of Wanfo, you have to bury the old babies apprentice!

The abbot's beard trembled slightly, and the abbot sitting on his side opened the road, "The master, the poor monk understands your mood, you can set him down, but after all, he is the disciple of our Wanfo Temple.

I have been retributed now, and the poor monk wants to surpass him to persuade him to do good. How about this? "

Wang Wan carried Lai Lai's body. These monks, the more such a monk, felt that there was something.

"If the master has to surpass him, it is not impossible. In this way, when it is cremated, you are overwhelming next to it, how about this?"

The abbot pointed at Wang Wangang to speak, and was stopped by the abbot, and the abbot nodded, "Yes!"

Wang Han held Liao Laitou's body and turned around, but the bald donkeys still refused to let their seats.

The abbot said, "Let the road!"

When the words fell, these monks turned around and opened a way.

Wang Wan took Liao Lai's body down the mountain.

The abbot said indignantly, "Abbot, this child is determined to cremate Liao Laitou. That thing is still on Liao Laitou. If it is burned by this child, wouldn't it be..."

The abbot waved his hand, "Huineng! You are attached to the face!"

The abbot clasped his hands together, "Disciple knows his mistake! But..."

"Poor monks have their own fixation! Follow up!"

Wang Han saw the abbot and the abbot coming from a distance.

He glanced at Liao Laitou's corpse in his hand. The other party was so anxious to want Liao Laitou's corpse must have other plans.

There are two possibilities for Wang Wan. One is that he still wants to resurrect Liao Lai's head, but Liao Lai's head has to shake his head even when Da Luo Jinxian comes.

That's another possibility. Liao Lai's head must have something on what these monks want.

A Rong found the place where the cremation corpse, and the burial of the Qiangzi family, Wang Di, also asked A Rong to do it.

When Liao Lai's body was put down, Wang Wang's hand had already passed on Lai Lai's body.

When Wang Wang's hand touched Liao Lai's belly, he found that Liao Lai's belly felt strange, wrinkled, and found that he could pull it off.

After a glance, I found that it was a wrinkled leather with golden words on it, so I kneaded it into a lump and hid it in my sleeve.

Just as the fire was about to be cremated, the abbot came over, "Donor, can we take a look at you and cremated again!"

Wang Hen nodded, "The master please!"

The abbot and the abbot squatted down and pretended to be overwhelming to Liao Lai's scriptures, but in fact, one hand exploded on Liao Lai's body.

Moreover, the abbot's hand immediately touched Liao Lai's belly.

Wang Han was cage in his sleeves, and he didn't know what this thing was that the two old bald donkeys could pick it up in person.

After the two old bald donkeys looked right, they frowned at the same time and stood up.

The body was quickly cremated.

A group of monks went to the village's dead innocent people.

Wang Wan looked at Liao Lai's head that gradually burned on the fire.

When the old bald donkey goes away, Wang Hard took out the thing just now.

After expanding, I found that the above is Tibetan.
Chapter completed!