The fat monk was eating chicken legs and suddenly saw Yan Feng walking towards him, and his fat body was shocked.√Wくw    W★. ★8く1くz     W. CoM

"What do you want to do?"

"what?!"

Yan Feng smiled and rushed forward, locking the fat monk's neck with his throat, then kicked the fat monk's knees. The fat monk fell directly to the ground and his chicken legs were thrown out.

Yan Feng rode on the fat monk's neck and pressed him to the ground.

"My...chicken legs!"

The fat monk reached out and wanted to grab the chicken leg that would fall not far away, but he just couldn't get it.

"Whether you say it or not, where is Ye Bin's life soul!"

"I won't say it! Master Buddha won't say it!"

The fat monk struggled with his mission and wanted to grab the chicken leg that fell not far away, but it was useless. The Blood Eagle was also helping to press it. This guy couldn't move at all.

"You fat man! What benefits did Chen Weimin give you? It's worth doing this! Are you really not afraid of retribution if you take human life?"

"You guess you're not taking human life, I'm merciful!"

"Compassionate, I'm merciful to you uncle!"

Yan Feng couldn't help but look like Ye Shiyu and her daughter were pitiful and tear-stained on their faces.

"Do you know that just because you seduced Ye Bin's soul, a happy and fulfilling family is in a shattered state?"

"Ah, you are still merciful!"

"Do you know? The soul you imprisoned, his wife and daughter, are waiting for him at home. Are you so kind? Are you still a monk?"

"Grass, mom!"

Yan Feng punched the fat monk in front of him with a punch.

"Oh, I've hit someone, I've hit someone, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

The fat monk screamed.

"I'm fucking you!"

Yan Feng became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and he beat the fat monk to death.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong!"

After beating for a while, the fat monk begged for mercy.

"Do you say it?"

"I said, I said!"

"Damn... Master Buddha, I was going to say that you must hit me."

I wiped it, Yan Feng let go of the fat monk's neck, stood up, and then kicked the fat monk in the butt. Damn, when did you say what he was going to say?

"To be honest, I don't want to do this kind of thing, either."

The first thing the fat monk did when he got up was not to rub the place where he was beaten, but to pick up chicken legs. The Yan Feng was... Rush, I couldn't even think of the words for the description.

It is really worthy of his weight to be able to reach this level of foodie.

"Don't want to be the soul you still seduce others?"

The fat monk picked up the chicken legs, patted the dust on it, and then started eating again.

"Isn't this a solution? Cause and effect, who made that old bald man have kindness to me?"

"What kind of grace? It's worth your crime?"

Yan Feng frowned. This fat monk actually didn't look like a vicious person, but he was a little cute.

"Uh... I won't talk about this."

"Forget it, I'll give you that person's soul. Anyway, I didn't promise that the old bald man would do it to him at the beginning. It was just that he was quarreled and there was nothing he could do. I really don't want to do such a messy thing."

As he said that, the fat monk pulled one out of the string of Buddhist beads in his hand. Strangely, the thread was not broken.

"Here, just here, take it yourself."

Yan Feng took the bead and looked at the sandalwood Buddhist bead, which was dark woody, smooth and round. Yan Feng's pupils shrank and his yin and yang eyes opened. In the bead, he saw that Ye Bin's life soul did exist at a glance. This thing was so powerful that he did not expel a trace of ghost energy. No wonder he could not notice where Ye Bin was.

"Tsk tsk... The donor is not simple. There are nine arrows to kill evil, and the Yin and Yang eyes."

The fat monk said while eating the chicken legs he picked up, as if he didn't remember that he had just been beaten by Yan Feng.

"How did you explain to Shen Weimin?"

"Explanation? What a nonsense. Master Buddha, I was beaten like this for him. Isn't it enough for him to make a meal?"

The fat monk was obviously very angry.

"A meal?"

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, I'll do it... no.

"You're just asking for his kindness to pay for a meal?"

"This, isn't this my kindness to me? I was so hungry at that time."

"Grass!"

Yan Feng really didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at this time. How could there be such a person in the world!

"Do you think Buddha is unreliable in doing things? He killed people for a meal?"

Yan Feng put the beads into his pocket and glanced at the fat monk: "What about that?"

"Tsk, Master Buddha, I am lying to the old bald man. I took the soul of this man and hid it in the Buddhist beads. I deceived the life and death book of the underworld. Even if the people from the underworld come, they will not be able to find it! Then I will put the soul of this guy back. When the old bald man asked, I said that he had failed. Anyway, the love has been repaid. I don't plan to pay attention to him anymore."

"What if Ye Bin's other two souls and seven spirits were dispersed?"

Yan Feng listened to the fat monk's words, and it sounded like the fat monk didn't know that he had just hooked Ye Bin's soul.

"What? Isn't this all his soul?"

The fat monk gnawed at the chicken legs and was stunned for a moment, then slapped his brain.

"I seem to have used the wrong trick!"

"Amitabha, Amitabha, almost killed people!" The fat monk put his hands together and gave a Buddhist ceremony to Yan Feng.

"Thank you, if it weren't for the donor, I would have made a big mistake today."

Looking at the fat monk's appearance, Yan Feng was really amused and crying now. At first, he thought that the person who attracted the soul was because of his scheming, but he didn't expect that he was such a traitor.

So speechless.

"Stop pretending to be a monk. You are not like a monk? How can you drink and eat meat all day long?"

Yan Feng felt a little relieved. No matter what, it would be fine if Ye Bin got his life soul. Since Ye Bin got his life soul, he should rush back now.

"Hey, it's wrong for you to say this. I'm not a monk. As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha's heart is left... Besides, look, I have six ring scars on my head!" As he said that, he lowered his head to show Yan Feng the ring scars on his head.

"Look! Look!"

Yan Feng was too lazy to pay attention to him. Such a boring person went down the mountain, and the fat monk kept following him.

"Why are you following me?"

"Amitabha, the donor asked the Buddha to avoid the killing of life. In return, the Buddha is going to stay by your side for a while to promote the Dharma for you and understand the supreme truth of our Buddhism."

Understand the supreme truth of Buddhism? I feel your uncle’s ball!

Yan Feng suddenly stopped and turned to look at the fat monk.

"Fatty, have you ever played ball?"

"What? Can I eat the ball?"

The fat monk smiled, Yan Feng also grinned, and his big white teeth were particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"I'll let you..."

"Play once!"

As he said that, Yan Feng suddenly kicked the fat monk in the butt, and the direction was exactly the trend of going down the mountain. The fat monk let out a chuckling and rolled down to the wild cemetery on the side.

It was so terrible... Looking at the fat monk rolling towards the side of the mountain like a ball, Yan Feng shook his head and walked to the parking place at the bottom of the mountain.
Chapter completed!