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The wraith did not seem to be in a hurry. She pressed her body against the ceiling, and wisps of dissipating black gas once again gathered around her body.

Suddenly, the crowing of a chicken could be heard outside the door. The wraith tensed up and she immediately flew out of the house.

There was still a long way to go until dawn, and why would anyone raise chickens around here? Wang Ye was confused.

"Evil creature!" Where do you think you're going?! " Someone shouted from outside the door.

The evil ghost suddenly screamed, but Wang Ye felt a wave of heat engulfing him. His body also felt much better, the feeling of being suppressed by the Evil Qi was too uncomfortable.

The door suddenly opened. A bald man wearing a suit was standing outside the door. He held a wig in his hand and said, "Come out, all right!"

When Wang Ye saw that the evil ghost was nailed to the street lamp and the monk put on his wig once again, he recited a chant and focused his eyes, causing the evil ghost's body to begin to disintegrate.

"Break!" The monk shouted.

The black gas surrounding the evil ghost instantly dissipated, and her body also slowly started to disappear. The young monk smiled and said, "This monk came just in time."

Betting King’s Ghost laughed as he stuck his head out of the ground, causing the monk's expression to change, his hand forming a seal, and raising the lotus flower, without waiting for him to chant the incantation, Wang Ye immediately recalled the Betting King’s Ghost back into the sariras.

The monk forgot about the matter of the ghost. After seeing the sariras, he said, "The broken iron shoes are nowhere to be found. So the precious treasure of my buddhist sect is in the hands of the benefactor. Please return it to the original owner, Amitabha!"

He quickly said the last three words in a very perfunctory manner, and his eyes looked at the sariras that were emitting a green light.

"F * ck, did I hear that right? You want to steal something from my hands?" Wang Ye stuffed the sariras into his pocket.

"Give me the item so I can report back!" The monk was no longer as polite as he was before.

"You want me to give it to you?" "What evidence is there?" Wang Ye began to act shamelessly.

The monk adjusted his wig and said, "Buddha is merciful. Let me enlighten him!"

With that, the monk rushed forward with fists clenched. Wang Ye was a little afraid of the monk's strength, he could easily subdue a ghost that was about to turn into a Ghost Demon.

Wang Ye panicked and struck out with his palm, the monk's fist had just touched his palm, a burst of force forced him back a few metres, and when he stabilized his body, he sucked in a cold breath of air.

"You don't know how to fight?" Wang Ye said snappily.

"You f * cking want me to teach you this spell for free if you can't beat this Buddhist charmer!" The old Daoist snappily said, "Beat him up! Call him arrogant! "

F * ck? Usually, Wang Ye would beat someone up like an old Taoist and grumble endlessly, what was going on today?

"What is it? Can you get the monks to take over the business? F * ck that shit! " The old Daoist disappeared into his spiritual sense and said, "I just lured a spell from the Dao Sovereign. I'm a bit weak, so I need to rest."

Wang Ye realized that the monk was not his match at all! This guy used a whole set of Tiger Subduing Fist, but in the end, he was completely tidied up by Wang Ye to the point where he didn't have a single temper.

In the end, the monk's wig flew off to who knows where. He gasped for breath and said, "Wait!" Buddha is merciful and does not fight, we fight! "

"Good!" We'll see! " Wang Ye completely ignored him.

A literary battle? F * * k you? Wang Ye laughed coldly in his heart as he led everyone else away.

After jumping onto the car, he found that the monk had already put on his wig and was sitting next to him. He smiled and said, "Sir, look at how lucky we are …" "It's better if you quickly give me the sariras!"

This fellow's tone had softened. This was the first time Wang Ye had seen a monk with such thick skin!

"Don't talk about it unless you can beat me!" Wang Ye did not give him any chances.

The monk thought to himself, I've practiced martial arts since I was young, how can I not be a match for you, a cultivator? Could this fellow have the protection of a Dao Sovereign? His strength and speed were not something that he could compare with.

The entire set of Tiger Subduing Fist Art was just like a gymnastics broadcast, it was all a joke in Wang Ye's eyes!

"I'll rest first. I'll fight you when I'm full!" The monk closed his eyes.

Wang Ye was also very tired, this evil ghost was truly difficult to deal with, as for the driver, Chen Jian who had just played dead, Ah Sheng who was lying on the back spitting white foam.

When he was resting with his eyes closed, Wang Ye suddenly felt that someone was touching him. When he opened his eyes, the monk had just reached his hand.

"Your muscles have quite the character!" As if someone had discovered his secret, the monk smiled awkwardly.

"My muscles still have a bad temper!" Wang Ye slapped his hand to the side and said: "You Buddhist disciples are f * cking stealing things?"

"The wine and meat passed through Lord Buddha's heart, leaving nothing behind. In my heart, there is nothing to steal, so how can I call it stealing?" The monk chuckled.

Returning to the Lanzhou Hotel, the monk rubbed the bruises on the corner of his mouth and scolded: "Are paralyzed cultivators this violent?"

"I'll teach you a lesson. The next time you steal something from me, I'll beat you up until you cry!" Wang Ye waved his fist and walked into his own room.

Just as the monk was about to go in, he was stopped by Wang Ye who threw him onto the bed.

"This kid is really useless, he pissed his pants when he saw a ghost!" Chen Jian said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Ah Sheng suddenly jumped up, he wiped away the white foam on the corner of his mouth and said: "Who said that I am useless? You don't f * cking know that this is a tactic! This old man will feign death! At that time, while that ghost relaxes his guard, I'll take the opportunity to jump out again and attack her back. I'll skin her and rip apart her bones, then …

"BOOM!" Wang Ye's palm stopped in midair and Ah Sheng fainted from his attack.

"Shouting your head!" You only know how to recite! " Wang Ye entered the suite, took off his clothes and immediately fell asleep.

Suddenly, he felt someone was lying beside him and immediately jumped up. Wu Gang slept in the other room, Liu Hong was in the neighboring room, and Chen Jian was outside.

Wang Ye did not turn on the light, he had just turned on the light and went straight to sleep. Just as he turned on the light, he saw a bald head lying on the bed in his pajamas.

"Benefactor, this humble monk is so bored. Come and chat with me!" The monk laughed and said.

"Don't! Gently! "No, not later!" The monk screamed.

When the bodyguards heard the commotion, they stood guard at the door and laughed dumbly. One of them opened his mouth and said, "So Young Master Wang has a good mouth."

"Scram!" Wang Ye roared.

Just as the door opened, the monk flew out immediately. Wang Ye closed the door of the room heavily, and after lying down, he checked his own bed, and after confirming that the monk did not come in, he closed the door and went to sleep.

The monk sighed and said, "The air is the same as the air, the air is the same as the air, the air is the same as the air, yet the bandits' fists are hard!"

The bodyguards could not help but laugh. Chen Jian glared at them, and the group of people immediately stopped.

Everything was fine. Before dawn, Wang Ye heard the sound of someone knocking on things, this monk was rather capable, and was also arranged to be living next door by Chen Jian. The sound of someone knocking things, was actually a monk knocking on wooden fish.

"What the f * ck!" "Who the hell let me sleep so early in the morning!" Ah Sheng was the first to jump up.

Wang Ye picked up a fruit knife and asked: "Where is the little bald donkey staying?"