Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the ground. Ye Shihuguo was indeed sleepy. He lay on Yan Feng's legs. Within a few minutes, a slight snoring sound came. Bayi Middle School    ★W√W。

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"Fatty, can you do it? Don't hold on if you don't."

"Nonsense, Master Buddha, I have all my merits, so I am afraid of a few little misunderstandings?"

The fat monk smiled and heard the fat belly walking towards the spiritual position: "Hehe, these foods seem to be very good."

As he said that, he picked up the tributes placed directly and started eating, but he was not embarrassed at all.

Damn... Yan Feng saw the fat monk and the tributes placed in his own food.

"You can't stop talking for a while? I can't figure out how you lived in the temple in the past?"

"If a person doesn't eat it in his life, what's the difference between it and salted fish?"

The fat monk had an apple stuffed into his mouth and muttered vaguely.

At this moment, the entire mourning hall suddenly became particularly quiet.

The apple biting in the fat monk's mouth suddenly stopped. The two of them looked at the door at the same time, and a yin energy was approaching.

The soul-catching messenger is here.

Yan Feng said that Ye Shiyu put it gently on the ground, took off her coat and covered her, and then stood up.

"Fatty, I'll see you."

"Hehe, just two sluts who are attracted by souls."

The fat monk threw the apple and strode forward. At this time, two figures appeared at the door, which looked like two horse faces, about the same height as ordinary people.

In the underworld, the bull head and horse face are black and white impermanent, and are in charge of soul-catching affairs, and Niu Abang is General Niu.

The so-called Niu Abang does not mean that Niu Abang is the only one, but that Niu Abang has a group of calves, and Mammon also has a bunch of horse faces. It seems that the one who came to hook Ye Bin's soul today is Mammon.

"It's really unlucky. It was clearly the small temple before, but it changed its position later, causing you and I to run so far."

The two horse faces were talking. They probably had just returned from the small temple on the mountain, and they found that their souls were gone. They asked again and then rushed here.

"Good evening, two lords!"

The two horse faces originally ignored Yan Feng and Fat Monk. After all, in their opinion, these are all mortals and cannot see themselves.

Now that the fat monk shouted like this, he stopped and looked at the fat monk with his two horse heads, obviously a little surprised that the fat monk could see them.

"I'm not allowed to do things, and I'm not allowed to do anything!"

The voice is not polite, this is normal. They are the underworld, the god of death! How could the soul-stirring people take these people in the world seriously?

"You two, just ignore me like this, are you too unfair to take me seriously?"

Yan Feng did not take action, but instead held his hands and watched.

Two horse heads were walking towards Ye Bin. As soon as the fat monk said this, he turned his head instantly, and four green horse geese stared at the fat monk.

"Mortals, don't cause trouble!"

"Oh?!"

The fat monk took a bite of the apple on his hand.

"I'm just causing trouble today. What dares you?"

Two horse heads, one of them, suddenly shook the soul-catching chain in his hand at the fat monk.

"Arrogant mortals, today I will let you taste what the pain of seduction is!"

"cut!"

The fat monk glanced at the eyes, letting the black soul-catching chain wrap around him, and shouted at the two horse heads arrogantly.

"You pull me, I think you can pull out the Buddha's soul! If you have the ability, I'll pull me back to the underworld today!"

Yan Feng's pupils shrank. In his yin and yang eyes, the fat monk's soul was indeed surrounded by the soul-catching chain, but... outside the soul, he was protected by a layer of golden light, and this soul-catching chain could not hurt him at all.

No matter how the horse's head was pulled, the fat monk's soul did not move at all. Even if the other person threw the soul-catching chain up and pulled the two horse faces together, it was still useless.

Damn, this fat man seems very not simple... Yan Feng looked at the golden light outside the fat monk's soul. He once saw it in Taoist books that there is a kind of person who is born not afraid of ghosts and evil spirits.

Such people are often people with great merits in their previous lives or even in their previous lives. They enjoy the blessings of their previous lives in this life, and are reincarnated with Buddha's light, and are not afraid of ghosts and evil spirits.

It seems that this fat man was not an ordinary person in the past few lives, otherwise he would not have been able to protect his body with Buddha light.

The two horses could not pull the fat monk's soul, and they were furious, but they didn't know what to do.

In fact, this kind of soul-catching messenger, whether it is a calf-headed and a pony-faced person, or a little black and white impermanence, has no real ability. After all, there are countless such people in the underworld, but they are just relying on their infatuation to deceive people with their infatuation.

If you really want to fight, as long as you are not a charlatan, the key is just a question of whether you dare to dare.

After all, these evil men have to make a book in the underworld. If they don’t go back on time, it will inevitably lead to investigation by the underworld.

It is a small loss of one or two secret responsibilities, but the majesty and face of the underworld cannot be damaged.

These secret messengers walk around the world and are captivating, which means the underworld. The underworld will never allow its majesty to be challenged at all.

Once the majesty is provoked, it will be hit without mercy.

The fat monk looked at the two horse heads, then shook his body, and the soul-catching chain tied to him was released. The two horse heads gave their strength and retreated straight.

"Hehe, it's my turn!"

The fat monk suddenly swung the Buddhist beads on his neck forward, and a golden light flashed from the Buddhist beads to cover the two evil deeds, and then the two evil deeds disappeared.

"kindness?"

Yan Feng frowned, and he didn't even see clearly how these two secret misunderstandings were taken away.

"Hey hey!"

The fat monk stepped forward and picked up the string of Buddhist beads.

"Let you two stinky horses and Master Buddha are neither big nor small!"

"Fatty, what about the two people?"

The fat monk hung the Buddhist beads again on his neck and pointed to his own Buddhist beads: "Here, it's here."

"Hehe, that's amazing. I tell you, I can collect anything like this Buddhist bead!"

Yan Fengduo glanced at the Buddhist beads hanging around the fat monk's neck a few times, and it seemed quite powerful.

"Fatty, which temple did you come out of?"

Yan Feng couldn't help but become interested in the origin of this fat monk. After all, whether it is the light of protecting the body or the string of Buddhist beads on his neck, it means that this fat man is definitely not an ordinary monk. No matter what, it is something that is rare in the world.

"Speaking it scares you to death."

The fat monk picked up the apples that fell on the ground and continued to eat.

"Can you wash and eat?"

"What are you washing? As long as the monks have no dust in their hearts, there will be no dust everywhere."

"I'm not afraid of tuberculosis."

The fat monk chewed the apple in his mouth and coughed twice.

"Tuberculosis? Oh, my god! I have never been sick in my life!"

Yan Feng nodded. He believed that it would be strange if such a powerful Buddha light protects his body.

"Boy, stand firm for me!" The fat monk shook his stomach.

"Master Buddha, I am the disciple of the abbot of Longyin Temple, the largest temple in the world! Master Zhenkong!"

Yan Feng was stunned.

Longyin Temple?

What's that thing?

"It seems that it is not a good place, otherwise monks like you would not have come out."

Yan Feng shook his head, and took Ye Shiyu back on his own, and slept here for one night, and sooner or later he would catch a cold.

"Boy, let me tell you, our Longyin Temple..." The fat monk was anxious when he saw Yan Feng not knowing Longyin Temple, and kept talking.

In fact, Yan Feng knew that Longyin Temple was not simple, but... what should be damaged must be damaged, otherwise this fat man would be more proud.
Chapter completed!