I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Unable to answer these words, Yang Zhao started the method of transfer.

"It seems that you have a good friendship with this great monk."

The beautiful woman in black had a disdainful look on her face: "I don't have a good relationship with him. Before he died, I loved to eat intelligent creatures, but he refused to let him say anything that would harm the morality. Chanting scriptures in my ear is annoying me to death. After he died, I felt that eating this intelligent creature would not be so delicious, otherwise I would have to taste everything about his corpse."

Forehead……….

It seems that the friendship between the two is very good, but the beautiful woman in black has a strong appetite and her recipes are a bit complicated.

"Great monk, the little girl next to me said that you might want to return to your roots, so I'll bring her to see you. It's fine if you go home, so you won't be roasted by the ground fire here, and you'll always be greedy for me."

The beautiful woman in black raised her chin, Yang Zhao saluted, and said in Chinese: "My junior Yunyang Guan Yang Zhao has seen the master."

After the ceremony, she straightened up: "The younger generation is from Shenzhou, Chixian County. You don't know how long you have been here. Would you like to go back to your hometown?"

There was no movement in the small tomb, but the beautiful woman in black bared and laughed.

"I've said it a long time ago, he's very stingy, I've discussed with him how many times to let him move the grave, but he's not willing, how could he be willing to come to a strange little girl."

"He only has a corpse left now, how could he be stronger than me? But he is already dead, he doesn't want to, and I can't force it."

This corpse is too miserable, the first thing that catches the eye is the broken head.

The [-]cm small tomb bag seemed to be reduced to [-]cm, and the thick volcanic ash on the tomb bag was suppressed by a force before it was lifted up.

"Monk, you want this little girl to take you back to your hometown." The word "little girl" is accented.

Yang Zhao could only quickly follow behind.

A pair of incomplete rosary beads hung around his neck. The beads on it were sparse, and it was unknown how many beads were missing.

Just like his corpse, although it looked extremely miserable, it didn't look like he had been dead for many years.

In fact, she was quite curious why the alms bowl would ring by itself. After all, this is a monk who has lost his mind and soul. How can he manipulate external objects without soul and spiritual consciousness?
It's just that the expression of the beautiful woman in black was wrong, so she didn't dare to ask.

"People in our place attach great importance to death, and death is the most important thing to not be profane. If you bite him twice while he is alive, he may still accept it as a monk."

Tell you why?Let you go to Chixian Shenzhou to taste other monks?
The alms bowl remained silent for a long time, and the beautiful woman in black walked around the pit a few more times.

The beautiful woman in black who was walking in front of Yang Zhao suddenly disappeared. When Yang Zhao looked back, the beautiful woman in black was already standing in front of the small grave.

Yang Zhao took two steps back, just in time to see the corpse at the bottom of the pit.

The kicked out sand and stones still maintain their original appearance, like jelly that has been dug out.

The bowl rang softly again.

The beautiful woman in black here was still puzzled, and walked around the pit several times.

"How long have you been dead? Why didn't you tell me if you wanted to go back to your hometown?"

Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, maybe this great monk can also learn from idols.

The beautiful woman in black held an umbrella and turned to leave. Yang Zhao could only salute and bid farewell.

The beautiful woman in black stretched out her hand to grab it, and the corpse in the pit flew out. The tin staff and the alms bowl containing the universe bag flew out of the pit along with the corpse.

The beautiful woman in black, with a sneer on her face, kicked the little grave bag twice again.

"Great monk, you should be roasted by the fire here, I won't bother to look at you in the future."

The metallic sound they heard just now should have come from the alms bowl.

"Okay, go back, you won't worry about me when you go back."

"Master, this junior bid farewell, Amitabha."

Yang Zhao turned around and quickly caught up with the beautiful woman in black, fearing that if the beautiful woman in black got angry, she would leave her here, and she would not even know how to get back.

"Hmph, you monk is targeting me on purpose. You don't want me to help you move your grave, but you are willing to come to a fellow villager to take you back to your hometown?"

If Yang Zhao knew that a friend always wanted to eat her body before she died, she would not dare to ask him to help move the grave.

Looking at it now, it is very likely that he was suddenly kicked short by the beautiful woman in black.

Yang Zhao licked his lips and laughed.

The bowl rang softly by itself.

The chest of the corpse had collapsed, and a bright red flower bloomed through the bloody dress.

The beautiful woman in black asked again without giving up.

It's just that she hadn't taken a few steps when she heard a sound of knocking on metal from behind. The sound was clear and melodious, which made people feel refreshed.

There is a faint golden color in this blood, the color is bright, and there is no phenomenon of oxidation and coagulation.

The beautiful woman in black kicked the small grave under her feet.

"I said monk, do you really want to go back to your hometown?"

"With your magic power, you should be able to force him to move away."

When Yang Zhao first arrived, he felt that the grave was a bit short, and at first he wondered if it was caused by geological movements.

The beautiful woman in black turned her head to look at Yang Zhao in surprise: "That is to say, when he is alive, I can taste it, why?"

His body was covered with a woman's goose-yellow dress, which was not too big to cover the blood-stained cassock underneath.

The monk's entire skull was caved in, and his facial features were sunken beyond recognition, but it was very clean. Someone should have cleaned it for him.

After she finished speaking, she kicked her hard twice: "So I said he was stingy. When I buried him, I couldn't hold back my saliva and didn't eat. I can't help it now? Besides, we have been friends for so many years. What's wrong with letting me taste it?"

Afterwards, without looking back, he walked forward with the corpse.

Yang Zhao: "Senior, I just said that it is possible. The Buddhism he believes in has this allusion."

The two came to the top of the mountain again with the corpse, and the beautiful woman in black put away the umbrella with a swipe.

Next to the body was a tin staff and alms bowl.There is also a yellow Qiankun bag inside the alms bowl.

The beautiful woman in black walked around the big pit for another half circle, calming down her emotions.

"I said that you, the great monk, are really dishonest. If you didn't tell me about such a big thing when you were alive, why didn't I realize that you are such a stingy person?"

She kicked the ground, and a big hole appeared in the ground instantly.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao imitated the black umbrella, and the magma hell was replaced by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

The sky is not covered by volcanic ash, the sun is just right, there is no raging flames on the ground, and the ground is green and the water is clear.

It was like going from hell to heaven in an instant.

She caressed the black umbrella in her hand carefully, wondering whether it was a teleportation array or a magic weapon to break the illusion.

Or something she doesn't understand now, but the benefits of this thing are beyond doubt.