On the other hand, in the southwest of Yunzhou, in an ancient wooden village, underground

    "Dead pig, I''ve been sleeping all day, but I haven''t woken up yet!"

    "Well! This guy is thick skinned. He can''t beat him. He can''t wake up. The magic is useless to him. No wonder he can suppress things like dahonglian. Damn it, is there such a monk in the world? "

    In the dark, the fat monk slowly woke up. As soon as he woke up, he heard such words.

    "My God I said, where are you all from? Why is Mandarin so bad? "

    those two Chinese make complaints about Mandarin, but they are not very good at Mandarin. The fat monk can barely hear what they say, but the first reaction is not worrying about themselves, but immediately tucking up them.

    "Huh?" When the two men heard this, they were stunned. How could there be a third person here?

    A closer look shows that the fat monk, who had been tied up in his mouth for a whole day, could not wake up even after beating him with a whip, and the magic had no effect on him, finally woke up.

    "Boy, I''m awake! You see, I''ll go up and tell the priest and grandma

    "OK, go and come back quickly."

    As they spoke, one of them went to the direction opposite the fat monk, opened the door and went outside. Then he heard the sound of going up the stairs.

    It''s a basement. Let alone at night, even in the daytime, there won''t be much light coming in. There are only a few vents as big as the manhole cover, which can shine down some light.

    And they are not afraid of the people who are locked in shouting to attract other people''s attention, because all the houses around here are their people

    The fat monk took advantage of this time to slow down for a while, his eyesight recovered, and he was able to see things in the room clearly.

    In front of the basement, there are lots of stones. Because the ground is wet, some of them are wet. Some green plants grow in some places. I don''t know what they are.

    On the left and right sides are things of unknown use, such as bottles, jars, various tools, and things like a stove, some of which are placed on the table, some on the ground.

    There are three chairs beside the table, two of which are empty, and one with a person sitting on it. Just now there was another person sitting on the other side, but he went up.

    On the table, there is a kerosene lamp. Looking at it, it is a bit retro, but the light is not strong. You can only see these things, but you can''t see them clearly.

    Facing the fat monk is a door. You can''t see whether it is made of wood or iron. It''s like a prison door. There is a small window on the door and a railing on the cot. you don''t know the material.

    For the rest, I can''t see anything clearly.

    The fat monk himself was tied to a cross, his legs were tied together, his arms were stretched horizontally to the left and right, and he was fixed on the cross. Apart from his head, the rest, at most, were fingers and toes.

    "Oh, it''s fun. Ah, the bald man, why do you bind me?"

    The fat monk had no sense of crisis at all. He looked at the only one left in the room and asked.

    The man had been sitting in a chair looking at him. His expression was very proud and ferocious. It was a common expression for interrogators to face prisoners. But with his words, the expression disappeared at that time

    This man is very thin. Judging from his face shape, he doesn''t look much like the Central Plains people. His head is a bit decapitated and his brain is very big.

    For example, people who are relatively bald must be particularly taboo of others talking about their hairline. As a result, they are directly bald when they open their mouth.

    More importantly, he looked at the monk in front of him who had no hair on his head and listened to the other side''s call of "bald head". He immediately felt that he had been greatly insulted!

    That feeling is no different from when playing games, on the channel, a child who sounds less than 10 years old says "primary school student" in a tender voice.

    "Hold the grass and mud yard!"

    At that time, the goods could not help but picked up a stick from the table and stood up directly.

    "Oh, what are you doing?" The fat monk went on playing with his treasure.

    Just as the skinny man was going to come and give him two sticks, outside, as soon as the door opened, several people came in.

    There''s no need to look back. The skinny man knows who''s coming. He must know who he''s calling just now. He can''t be presumptuous in front of them. He quickly puts down his stick and stands aside.

    And in this group of people, walking in the front is a woman who seems to be in her thirties, with a cold face.

    The fat monk was happy when he saw it: "how can I take a stick? Here comes a woman

    “……”

    That woman''s face was black at that time!

    Why did you drive the car all of a sudden? Caught off guard! The wheels are on my face!Behind the woman, she followed an old lady who was only up to her waist. She looked like she was in her eighties. She was leaning on a stick, and her eyes narrowed only two seams, mixed in the wrinkles of her face.

    In addition, there was a man of medium build who just went up to call people, but the fat monk didn''t recover his eyesight at that time, so he didn''t see him.

    At this time, the fat monk was still there shouting: "Hey, don''t put it down, lift it up, don''t be sensible!"

    The thin man bowed his head and held his stick hand close to his body, sweating!

    It has something to do with yourself! If he doesn''t take the stick, how can he copy it cheaply?! What if the priestess gets angry and loses herself?

    Looking at him, the fat monk laughed and looked at others.

    The woman said that the man didn''t look bright, but the old lady

    Old people should lose their hair, but this old lady, the amount of hair is not the average person can compare! A head of white hair with fluffy cake like, the whole brain top full, bulging!

    "Ah! Look at this! An old lady has more hair than you. How do you mix? " Fat monk a face hate iron does not become steel of looking at that thin person to say.

    The thin man bowed his head and didn''t dare to speak. He scolded the fat monk several times in his heart. He said that you don''t look at yourself. Do you have the right to say me?!

    The man on the other side was a fluke - it was me who just got up! If you stay here, it''s not necessarily what he said!

    But when he said this, he praised the old lady. The old lady then laughed twice, looked up at him and said, "what a sharp mouth! I''m in prison, but I''m not in a hurry. I''m not afraid. I really have some master style. "

    "Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

    On hearing this, the fat monk immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, and his face was full of appreciation. He agreed with this!

    "It''s still the old lady. She likes to tell the truth! I didn''t expect you to look low, but it''s not low-grade at all

    Old lady: "I''m not sure."

    You can''t even boast about it. I''m afraid I can tell you something.

    The woman stood in the front and couldn''t help looking at the fat monk. She said in a cold voice, "hum! It''s just glib. I won''t tear your mouth

    The woman said, then raised her hand to fight in the past, hand, also holding a strange shape of a small stick.

    As a result, the stick just passed, and before it touched the fat monk''s body, she was suddenly bounced back by a golden light barrier five centimeters in front of him, which made her stagger and almost fall backward.

    "Oh, I said no, you have it yourself. Oh, you can''t do it. He''s big!"

    The fat monk looked at the little stick on the woman''s hand and said with a serious face.

    If it wasn''t for the boss around now, the thin man would have rushed up. What did he do when he was just so impulsive?! It''s not good to get into trouble with such a thing.

    But the fat monk didn''t stop on this topic, and said, "but what''s the matter with your Putonghua? It''s worse than them. Ah, did you learn from her? "

    That woman is not a Chinese at all, don''t speak Mandarin, it''s good to speak Chinese well!

    At this time, the woman had already stood firm and looked at her helpless fat monk. She was so angry that she trembled. But when she saw the stick in her hand, her face was more surprised than angry.

    The fat monk was running on the train. She didn''t know what it was.

    On the little stick, there is a very small sign, like a cross. Under the cross, there are two bearded things, bent at both ends, pointing up to the two ends of the cross.

    It''s a magic weapon of the Nanyang Association. Every priest will have one. It''s one of the most powerful magic weapons in their hands, but it''s useless for the fat monk today.

    Don''t say it''s useless, or even directly suppressed by others!

    "Who on earth are you?" The woman looked at the fat monk, biting her teeth and squeezing out words from the root of her teeth.

    However, her words are in Nanyang language, so the fat monk can''t understand them.

    "Ah?" The fat monk stretched his neck and made a gesture of "say it again".

    In fact, what he didn''t know was that last night, it was this woman who caught him from the hotel.

    As a priest, the ghosts she can manipulate will not be used by those people in Weicheng. Although she only raised one, the soldiers are not many but the essence. This one already has the strength of ghost demon!

    However, just last night, because the fat monk was to be caught out of the hotel, the ghost was seriously injured and lost nearly half of its strength!

    If the Buddha light on the fat monk is just an ordinary attack, it''s just a simple defense, and it can only guarantee that he won''t be hurt, so there is still pain.

    But if it''s evil, then ha-ha! Just like just now, five centimeters away, just pop it up for you!The ghost demon grabbed the fat monk, and the master''s orders could not be ignored. Along the way, it was like holding a piece of red and hot charcoal fire!

    It''s going to take a long rest to get over this.

    That''s why the woman was so cold when she came in, and why she was so angry with the fat monk. It''s just a ghost. It''s half crippled. Can you not hate it?

    On the other side, the old lady looked at the fat monk and nodded: "even that thing can bounce away. Sure enough, it''s the one who can suppress my big red lotus. This power is wonderful! Oh, I wish I had it

    "Ah, you see, among you people, the old lady can talk. It''s all true. Don''t look at the parents...."

    "Well, well, I know. Although I look low, I don''t speak low, do I? I''ve said it all over again. "

    The fat monk was stunned and looked at the old lady with a surprise on his face: "Oh, that''s good. I''ve learned how to answer quickly!"