People are weird, my girlfriend burned 100 million yuan for me

Chapter 37 This thing is really... Thai pants are hot!

After arranging all these, Song Zhong suddenly became idle.

I didn't even bother to listen to Bai Rong's report, so let him stand aside first.

Song Zhong, who was lying in the chair, was bored and playing with the alms bowl left by the wealthy monk.

During this time, he has not had time to study this thing.

Now that he is free, he is ready to study what this can be used for.

But looking left and right, he didn't understand the purpose of the alms bowl.

Does it have to be a believer in the Happy Heaven to use it?
Or is it that I haven't found a way to activate its effect?
Alms bowl... alms bowl...

What is the alms bowl used for?

Song Mo seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly sat up.

It suddenly occurred to him that the original purpose of the alms bowl was actually used by monks to transform their vegetarian diet.

So, if this thing wants to use it, it needs to put something in it?
"Bai Rong, give me two hundred dollars and throw it into this alms bowl."

Song Mo realized something in his heart, and said to Bai Rong who was standing beside him.

Bai Rong nodded, and took out two banknotes from his pocket and put them in the bowl.

In Song Mo's expectant eyes, the banknotes put into the bowl disappeared with a bang.

efficient!

Could it be that this alms bowl is a magic weapon similar to a space ring? !
This is interesting!
"Quick, quick, quick, Bai Rong, more!"

Song Mo excitedly looked at the bowl in his hand, as if he had found a new toy!As banknotes were put into the alms bowl one by one, the originally ordinary bowl was like a bottomless pit.

Those who come with a lot of banknotes are not afraid!
Even not just money, anything can be put into the alms bowl!
But soon, Song finally realized a problem.

I just put it in, how do I take it out?
Song Zhong touched his chin and held the small alms bowl in his hand to look at it carefully.

I turned the bowl and knocked it on the ground, but nothing fell out. The things I put in before seemed to have disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

Song Mo fiddled with it for a long time, but nothing came out of the bowl.

Song Zhong was so angry that he was furious.

Damn, scam! This is it!

What about the space magic weapon? !
What do you mean you can only get in and out!
Song Mo reached out to pick up his magic whip, and angrily pointed it at the alms bowl in front of him.

Only in and out, right?
Playing a rogue, isn't it!

I'll take the whip right now, and fuck you off!

Song Zhong was thinking as he thrust the iron whip into the alms bowl, silently activating the Ruyi Bing Iron Skill in his heart.

Under his urging, the iron whip quickly became thicker and longer, and it was about to burst the alms bowl in front of him!
Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came from the bowl that was stretched to the point of shattering.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Your whip is too big!" Hearing the alms bowl's words, Song Mo pulled out the whip in surprise.

He raised the bowl again and looked at it carefully, looking at the strange thing in his hand with some doubts.

Knocking on the bronze bowl with his hand, Song Mo opened his mouth and asked.

"what are you?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Song Zhong's question, the bronze bowl would make a sound again as it opened and closed.

"Old boss, the little monk is full of food."

"Appetite monk?"

"Of course."

Following the questions and answers between Song Mo and Shi Man, Song Mo also gradually understood the origin of the bronze bowl.

The "bowl" in front of him turned out to be the "appetite monk" in Huanxi Temple!
Song Mo rummaged through the inheritance of the [-] celestial masters in the Tianshi Mansion in his mind, and was surprised to find something.

In Tianshi's inheritance, he has a certain impression of the other four monks of Huanxi Temple.

But only the appetite monk of Huanxi Temple has no memory at all!
Could it be said that these heavenly masters have never seen the Appetite Monk?
Finally, in a corner of the inheritance of Tianshi Mansion, Song Mo recalled half a page of information on the appetite monk.

【b-015-05: Huanxi Temple "Appetite Monk"】

[Strange Features: Appetite Monk has never appeared in reality, so his appearance is unknown. 】

[It is speculated that when it appears, it can arouse the appetite of human beings. 】

[It is speculated that the means of improving its strange power is to strengthen itself by "eating". 】【It is speculated that the more food the appetite monk has eaten, the stronger his power will be. 】

[Strength evaluation: Because it has never appeared before, the strength is unknown. 】

But after reading this piece of information, even greater doubts filled Song Zhong's mind.

He asked towards the bronze bowl in his hand.

"You are an appetite monk, why would Zhong Kui spit you out?!"

"Aren't you weird?"

Facing Song Zhong's question, the bronze bowl said in a nonchalant tone.

"Hey, the boss is smart, the little monk is not weird, but a magic weapon of the Lord Buddha."

"Among the five desire monks in Huanxi Temple, I am the most special one."

When Song Zhong heard this, he took out the magic whip again with a bad look on his face.

He had already seen the frenzy of Huanxi Temple when he was monk Caikong last time.

In the inherent impression of the end of the Song Dynasty, the monks of the five desires were all a group of crazy monks, and if another monk of appetite appeared, it would be inhumane to destroy it.

"Boss, don't hit me!"

"Listen to the little monk, listen to the little monk!"

"You broke me, and the Lord Buddha really woke up in reality!"

The magic whip that Song Mo waved stopped in mid-air, and he looked suspiciously at the bronze bowl in front of him.

He poked the alms bowl with the whip, motioning him to continue talking.

"Thank you boss for not killing me, please listen to the little monk's words." "Whether the Lord Buddha can wake up or not is related to the fulfillment of the five desires."

"The five desires actually represent the five organs of the Buddha, namely the color kidney, the wealth liver, the food stomach, the name heart, and the sleep spleen."

"As long as the five desires are fulfilled and the Lord Buddha's internal organs are complete, He will be able to wake up again."

"However, among the five desires, the three desires of 'money', 'sex' and 'name' have already been accumulated and fulfilled through the efforts of monks who practice the three desires."

"Only 'sleep' is practiced by the Lord Buddha himself, and 'appetite' is only practiced by me, an appetite monk, and it is not perfect."

"But if you break me, Boss, then Lord Buddha will wake up from his sleep."

"Although one stomach is missing, it is still an unspeakable terrifying existence!"

"So, the boss must not break me up."

After listening to the bowl bowl, Song finally fell into deep thought.

In other words, he could wake up early on that happy day?
Moreover, can he do evil in reality as soon as he opens his eyes? !

This alms bowl instead became a seal that restricted His awakening? !
Song Mo was a little disappointed.

At first, I thought I had obtained a good treasure and had my own space magic weapon.

I didn't expect that after hearing this nonsense, I would seal this thing up instead.

You can't put anything in it, and you have to keep it close to your body.

Otherwise, it would be very bad if the appetite is satisfied and the joy is awakened!
"Boss, I actually hate Huanxitian too. He eats blindly as soon as he opens his eyes."

"I can't take it as a stomach, I want to eat delicious food too!" "Don't worry, boss, I can become his magic weapon, and I can also become your magic weapon!"

"Please rest assured to use me!"

Hearing the bronze alms bowl beckoned to him, Song Mo frowned.

He weighed the bronze bowl in his hand, thinking and thinking.

Still put the bowl into his arms.

Song Mo must not easily believe the nonsense of the bowl, it is better to keep this thing in his own collection.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bowl entered Song Zhong's arms, Nezha on his body suddenly came alive.

The little doll became very playful, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed the bowl in his hand.

Before Song Zhong could react, there was an extra bowl in the hand of the eight-armed Nezha originally painted on Song Shengsheng's body!
What the hell?

Huanxitian's alms bowl was sealed by Nezha? !
……

In the real world, Guan Cai, who returned to the polling bureau, was extremely exhausted.

Soaking the delicious instant noodles, she sat in front of the computer desk, browsing the web to soothe her mood, while thinking about cooking something for Brother Song.

While browsing the web, she suddenly saw a picture.

On it are nine dragons, pulling a coffin, floating in the boundless universe.

The moment Guan Cai saw this picture, joy appeared on his face.

"How about burning a Nine-Dragon Coffin for Brother Song?" In a strange world, in Song Zhong's private villa.

Song Zhong, who was lying on the bed and swiping his phone, suddenly felt a familiar drowsiness.

Um?The benefactor is looking for me again?

wrong!

This time, it should be that the patron wants to burn something for himself in order to solve the problem last time!
Thinking of this, the smiling Song finally closed his eyes.

Here I come, Father of the Gold Master!

When Song finally opened his eyes again, he was standing behind Guan Cai in the real world.

Song Mo quietly looked at Guan Cai who was squatting on the ground busy, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

What did Guancai burn for me this time?
Song Zhong looked eagerly at the portrait burning in the flames, and could vaguely distinguish the picture above.

On the portrait, nine five-clawed black dragons are intertwined and entwined, with a fierce look.

The heads of the nine-headed dragons are tied with black iron chains.

At the end of the iron chain, a bronze coffin hangs quietly.

The more Song Zhong looked at it, the more familiar it became, and it took him a while to realize what it was.

Kowloon pull coffin? !
Burn something so fierce this time? !

Just as Song was thinking, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Unknowingly, his consciousness returned to the villa in the strange world.

Song Mo lay on the bed, waiting with anticipation for the strengthening that Jiulong's coffin would bring to him.

But the sudden cold feeling on his body made his complexion change drastically.

What the fuck? !
Why are you getting tattoos again! !There is really no place, brother, why don't you go down!
But Song Mo's heartfelt voice was not heard, and the biting chill on his body became more intense, even spreading to his entire back.

Wait, back? !

Only then did he realize a very serious problem—isn't his back where Master Guan stayed? !

Do you want to compete with Mr. Guan for space when pulling coffins in Kowloon?
The two big brothers are fighting for territory, are they using their bodies as a battlefield?

This thing is really... Thai pants are hot.

His back was getting colder and colder, as if something was going to burst out of it!
Along with a burst of severe pain, Song Zhong suddenly felt as if his whole body was frozen and his head was dizzy.

Suddenly, he heard deep and hoarse dragon cries, and a majestic cold snort like hell!

Bursts of cyan saber aura and icy Longwei emanated from his back, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the collision of the saber aura and Longwei.

Song Mo felt that his body had a faint feeling of cracking with this wave of fluctuations, and even his soul was trembling!
Fuck, my back, what the hell happened? !

Don't mess around!
I've died once, and if I die again, I really won't...

Song Zhong supported his body, walked to the mirror in the bedroom, and tried his best to look at the situation behind him.

It didn't matter at first glance, but what happened on his back made Song Zhong shocked!

Originally, on Song Mo's back, where Guan Erye stood immediately with a horizontal knife, nine black dragons pulling the coffin suddenly appeared.

It made Song Mo's back, which was originally full of Guan Gong's portraits, look very cramped.

An evil god and nine black dragons are exuding their aura at the same time, competing for the space on Song Zhong's back!
Through the mirror, Song finally could see the red-faced and long-bearded emperor behind him, wielding the Qinglong Yanyue knife and fighting with nine black dragons pulling the coffin.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone two evil gods from ancient times!
During the battle between the evil gods, the entire villa was a little crumbling.Bai Rong, who lived in Song Zhong's side room, shook off his flowery underpants, and looked in the direction of Song Zhong's room in shock!
Fuck? !The boss is going to demolish the house again?
Sensing the aura of fighting between dragons and tigers in the room at the end of Song Dynasty, Bai Rong let his feet go and ran out of the villa.

As soon as he ran out of the villa, he found that the originally luxurious hoe suddenly exploded under the collision of unspeakable auras!
Countless grievances rolled here, like boiling water, boiling wantonly, filling the range of tens of meters around.

In the middle of the boiling resentment, stood a burly man with a ferocious face covered in flowers.

Bai Rong recognized the man at a glance, he was his boss!

However, why is there something wrong with the status of his boss?

Song Mo seemed to be enduring some kind of torment, and suddenly the majestic resentment rolled in his body, as if it was going to burst his body!
With the collision and tumbling of resentment, his physical body gradually couldn't bear such a violent breath.

That's right.

Song Mo's body couldn't take it anymore.

In the battle between the two evil gods, he is now cold and full of death. After all, his fragile body still cannot withstand the battle between the two evil gods!
Song Zhong's body began to show traces of cracks during the collision of the two evil gods' auras, and was even on the verge of completely breaking apart!

Even traces of blood burst out of Song Zhong's mouth and nose, and now he is covered in blood like a bloody man!
Just when Song Zhong was about to be unable to bear it anymore, Guan Erye was the first to give in.

The red-faced emperor snorted coldly, tightened the reins on his beautiful beard, and drove the red rabbit to the empty right chest of Song Zhong's body, extending all the way to his lower abdomen.

And the original eight-armed Nezha, standing side by side with Song Zhong's predecessor.

It wasn't until this point that the abnormality in Song's life gradually subsided, and his body also stopped the process of disintegration.

Panting heavily, he barely stood among the ruins of the villa.

After calming down, Song Zhong waved to Bai Rong, who was not far away, and said in a hoarse voice.

"……Mirror."

"Okay, okay boss." Hearing Song Zhong's order, Bai Rong hurriedly found a full-length mirror from the villa next door, and put it in front of Song Zhong.

Through the mirror, Song finally looked at the Jiulong coffin behind him.

I saw nine black dragons looming on his back biting the iron chain, which was hideous and terrifying.

Each black dragon is like pouring molten iron, full of shocking power.

(End of this chapter)