Monk, let go of that little zombie

"Master Uncle, what are you...?" Liao Ming walked over, his eyes wandering around the Qiankun Bowl in the hands of Dongmo, whose Taoist name is Kongkong and common name is Dongmo.

Mo Dong said lightly: "Caught a little zombie."

"Zombie?" Liao Ming was surprised, "There are still zombies these days? Why are you so stupid to come to our temple!"

So he looked at Qiankunbo with more curiosity, he wanted to see what the zombies looked like.

At the end of Dongdong, he handed the Qiankun Bowl to him: "Take it to my monk's room, and I will see the abbot."

Liao Ming took it, and after watching Dong Mo leave, he carefully put his head towards the mouth of the bowl, hey, isn't this the benefactor who fought the thief during the day?

Xia Chu looked at Ming, and he also remembered that the monk who subdued the mustache and long hair by some means during the day was the one in front of him.

"Amitabha." Liao Ming had a serious face, but he was bitterly muttering in his heart. During the day, he didn't realize that it was a zombie at all. "Benefactor, are you okay?"

"Not good." Xia Chu was annoyed, and he said sternly, "What are you going to do with me, kill me?"

Liao Ming didn't speak, in fact he didn't know how his master uncle would deal with this zombie.

Seeing this, Xia Chu's heart sank to the bottom of his feet.

Arriving at the monk's room at the end of winter, Liao Ming respectfully put the Qiankun Bowl on the table, and then backed out.

Sensing that the monk left, Xia Chu looked up at Bokou, he had to take advantage of this time to escape.

Xia Chu stretched out his hands and shook them. It was visible to the naked eye that the neatly trimmed nails on the ten fingers grew rapidly, and did not stop until they reached about ten centimeters.

He moved his fingers, and the sharp nails touched together, making an iron-like clank.Xia Chu is very satisfied with his nails, which only grow one centimeter in ten years, so his nails are very expensive, and he is usually reluctant to use them.

He walked to the side of the bowl wall, stretched out his fingernails and stabbed at the bowl wall, Xia Chu thought very simply, this Qiankun bowl is a magic weapon, if he gets smaller and gets inside, it will be fine as long as he climbs out.

However, as soon as Xia Chu's nails touched the wall of the bowl, a dazzling golden light flashed, and he was thrown out with a whoosh.When he was bounced to the other side of the bowl wall, there was another golden light, just like that, Xia Chu was bounced around inside the bowl like a rubber ball.

After playing for a full minute, Xia Chu finally landed on the bottom of the bowl with a bang. At this moment, he could no longer feel the pain.A pair of big black eyes became cross-eyed, and the tongue fell out. Upon closer inspection, there was a row of teeth marks on the tip of the tongue—that was bitten by himself.

After living for so many years, Xia Chu really felt what it means to stare at gold stars.

The abbot of Shangling Temple is an 88-year-old man with a long beard, but judging from his face, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is only [-].

At this moment, the abbot, who is in front of outsiders, is lying down in his monk's room, holding a smart phone, having fun with others, and occasionally uttering a few rare words from his mouth.

Until a cold voice sounded outside the door: "Brother."

Abbot Kongwu shook his hands in fright, and the phone hit his face, causing his face to contort in pain.He frantically picked up the phone, then pressed the power button on the phone to force it to shut down. As for how the teammates who were hacking would react—that was out of his consideration.

He stuffed his mobile phone under the pillow, straightened his clothes, stroked his beard, walked to the door, opened it, and smiled kindly: "Junior brother is back, fast forward."

Dongmo followed him into the monk's room, sat down on the stool next to him, and took out a check from his pocket: "This is the sponsorship fee for this year."

Abbot Kongwu took the check, and seeing the zeros on it, his eyes narrowed into a straight line: "You still have a solution, Junior Brother. If the sponsorship fee doesn't come, the Yuanqing Palace will really collapse."

When he noticed Dongmo's empty left wrist, Abbot Kongwu was surprised: "Your Qiankun Bowl has something?"

The Qiankun Bowl was passed to Mo Dong by the master when he was dying. Once the things are collected, it will immediately return to its original size. It can only be held, and it is inconvenient to wear it on the wrist.

Dong Mo's fingers on his lap moved: "Passing by the wishing pool, I saw a sneaky little zombie inside. I was afraid that he would make trouble, so I took him in."

"There are still zombies these days?" Abbot Kong Wu showed the same expression as Liao Ming, "I remember that when I was young, I met a zombie with my master. It was very ferocious. If it weren't for the Qiankun Bowl, I'm afraid I couldn't subdue her. Master read She is also a miserable person, and I wanted to transform her, but her ferocity was too strong, so in the end, Master refined her with the Qiankun Bowl."

"What are you going to do?"

Dong Mo: "There is no smell of human blood on him, he should have never sucked human blood, try to transform it first."

Then get up and say goodbye.

Walking out of Kongwu's monk's room, Dong Mo looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, recalling those things in the secular world, and frowned slightly.

Ten minutes later, Dongmo walked into his monk's room, looked at the Qiankun Bowl on the table, thought for a while, picked up the Qiankun Bowl, and looked inside.

I saw the little zombie lying on the bottom of the bowl, motionless and lifeless.

Mo Dong frowned, pinched his fingers, and then turned the mouth of the bowl upside down, the golden light shone slightly, and Xia Chu had already fallen from the bowl to the ground.

Dong Mo was about to inspect, but Xia Chu who had closed his eyes on the ground opened his eyes suddenly, and then rushed towards the door of the monk's room at a speed that normal humans could not achieve.

When he heard the sound of Dong Mo entering the door from the bowl, Xia Chu was ready to pretend to be dead. As long as the other party thought he was 'dead' and let him out of the bowl, he would be able to escape with the accelerated speed.

Mo Dong's face darkened slightly, seeing that Chu Xia was about to rush out of the monk's room, he raised his finger, and a piece of talisman shot out, hitting the back of Chu Chu's head.

Early Xia—I can’t move anymore.

Dong Mo walked over, his voice condensed: "If you are obedient, I will not touch you."

Xia Chu maintained the posture of pulling the door with one hand and volleying with one foot. Only his eyes could move up and down his whole body. He rolled his eyes up and down, which seemed to agree with Mo Dong's words.

Mo Dong saw the movement of Xia Chu's eyeballs, and then took off the talisman paper on the back of his head. As soon as he took it off, Xia Chu's claws came to grab it.

Nima think he is stupid, don't move him?If he doesn't move, he will put him in some kind of Dharma sea bowl at will, and won't run away, won't he run away and wait to be killed? !

Xia Chu's action was very fast this time. When he was hiding at the end of winter, he quickly jumped out of the room, found a direction and ran at full speed.

Running and running, he felt something was wrong, why did he feel that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, he looked up, fuck!

The bowl actually flew on top of his head!

In the next second, Xia Chu was put into the bowl again, and fell firmly to the bottom of the bowl, unable to get up for a long time.

Looking at the big face above his head, he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't escape. The so-called good man doesn't take advantage of the immediate loss. Xia Chusheng was afraid that the other party would get angry and kill him immediately, so he quickly admitted: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Master, I, I was just joking with you, really, I like jokes the most."

Xia Chu sincerely blinked his big eyes. His adoptive father said that these eyes are the most deceiving in his whole body.

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Xia Chu: At this stage, bear!