Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

In terms of physical appearance alone, the person in front of him is definitely the most extraordinary monk I have ever seen!

But... Who is a serious monk who eats hot pot, and is also not afraid of meat?

That's why old man Fang couldn't help asking.

"Hmm..." Tang Sanzun touched his head, pondered for a moment, with a little uncertainty on his face, "Maybe, maybe, maybe it's serious?"

Old Man Fang: ...

Well, I finally understand.

This looks like an ignorant young man who was framed by an unscrupulous old monk!

But soon, Old Man Fang's eyes brightened.

Looking at Tang Sanbu in front of me is like looking at a piece of uncut jade!

"Briefly tell me your basic information, old man, so I can register for you, first make a temporary identity certificate."

Old man Fang asked with a slightly expectant tone.

"Buddha, I...cough cough, the poor monk Tang Sanbu, the Tang of the Tang Dynasty, the three of the three lives and all things, the funeral of the funeral."

"Under the tutelage of an unknown old monk, I have lived in the forest for thousands of miles since I was a child. The master passed away, and now I have just entered the world and experienced the world of mortals."

Tang Sanzan summed up his ten years of life experience in this world in just two sentences.

He just quietly hid the master's name, just in case.

"Your name, little master, you don't find it strange?" The corners of old man Fang's eyes twitched slightly.

I heard Yan Qirui's kid call "Little Master Sanzang" before, but I haven't reacted yet.

The co-author is the "burial" of the funeral!

"Don't you think that your name is weird? It's a bit unlucky, unlucky?" Old Man Fang asked tentatively.

"Strange? Why do you feel strange? What's wrong? Why is it unlucky?" Tang Sanzan felt baffled.

My name sounds nice. According to the master, I gave it to me by myself. There is nothing wrong with it.

Old man Fang slapped his head.

He is now sure that Tang Sanzan is an ignorant boy who was trapped by an unscrupulous old monk, stone hammer!

Even the gaze towards Tang Sanzan became slightly sympathetic.

Looking back on the past, old man Fang also had an unbearable mentoring life.

"Hey...do you have any more information? If there is no more, old man, I will make a temporary registration for you first, and then temporarily arrange a place for you to live in."

Old man Fang's eyes were a little more concerned and eager.

If the genius uncut jade who has cultivated the Buddha's light can be drawn into the hidden night group.

What do you say above, don't you have to give yourself a wave of salary increases? !

"Let me think about it... oh yes, there is also a big rooster, it's just that he is out looking for food now, and he should be looking for it tomorrow morning."

Tang Sanzun scratched his head, and realized that he almost forgot about Dahong!

Da Hong is born with a miraculous nature, not like ordinary products.

When I was in Wanli Linhai, I would disappear for a while every night and go out to find something to eat.

Master Gusheng never cared about it, anyway, Dahong would come back on time every time, and take on the task of singing and announcing the dawn.

With the special nature of Dahong, he was able to be kept in a temple by Master Gu Sheng, and Tang Sanzan didn't worry about its safety at all.

"Uh...Okay, let's stop here for tonight, let's continue tomorrow."

Old man Fang found a pen and paper at random, and after taking simple notes, he blurted out.

Tang Sanbu:  …

Something always feels wrong.

Forget it, he's full, he just wants to lie on the bed beautifully and squint for a while.

Old Man Fang seemed to see through Tang Sanzhu's thoughts: "Let's go, old man, I will arrange a temporary residence for you."

As he said that, he took Tang Sanzan and walked out, regardless of the piles of miscellaneous two-dollar stores.

Turning and turning, the two came to the foot of a slightly old floor.

"Sixth floor, 602, it's almost dawn, go to rest, just get up before nine o'clock in the morning, old man, I'll wait for you in the store."

Old man Fang handed the key to Tang Sanzan and left.

Just, halfway through.

He seemed to remember something again, turned his head, and said with a slightly serious expression:

"By the way, in our southern urban area, most of the folks are capable people and strangers, so the power of the government is naturally..."

"So, this place is not as stable as the central area of ​​Yunshan City. Occasionally, one or two ghosts and wild ghosts will appear, and don't be surprised by mountain spirits and wild monsters. They often happen."

"It's not uncommon for some guys to do evil by relying on supernatural powers. You should pay more attention, little master, and keep some vigilance."

"Sometimes... the city isn't necessarily safer than the mountains."

After leaving these few words speciously, old man Fang left quietly.

Holding the key, Tang Sanzan murmured to himself with some playfulness in his eyes: "Yunshan City, it seems that it is far more complicated than I thought."

Climb up to the sixth floor in two or three steps.

When you open the door of 602, you will be greeted with a mild musty smell.

The house is not big, less than [-] square meters of space, but the inside of the house is clean and tidy.

Tang Sanzan didn't bother to take care of anything for the time being, and closed the door with a bang.

I randomly found a bedroom with a clean bed, walked in and slept with my head covered.

After traveling all day, I also did a system task by the way.

Although the body is not tired, but the spirit is always a little tired.

however.

Before Tang Sanbu closed his eyes for more than 3 minutes.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Tang Sanzan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, frowned suddenly, his anger value +1.

Boom boom boom!

Rage +10.

Boom boom boom!

Rage value +100!I can't stand it anymore!

It doesn't matter if he is the neighbor next door, the aunt next door or something.

Old man Fang had just left, so he had already said everything that should be said, let alone him.

and so.

Tang Sanzan scolded full of anger: "Knock knock! Knock your horse?! Can you let the Buddha sleep peacefully?"

The knocking stopped.

It seemed that Tang Sanzan's scolding had played a role, and it didn't sound again for a long while.

but.

What Tang Sanzun didn't know was.

outside the house.

602 door.

A face as pale as paper, bleeding from its seven orifices, existed like a shadow.

Standing at the door, with a weird smile on his face.

The bloodshot pupil blocked the cat's eyes, and stretched out the finger like a dead tree again.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

In the early hours of the morning, the knock on the door rang again and again.

And more and more hasty!The sound is also getting louder!

On Youying's pale face, the smile became more and more weirdly distorted, and the corners of his mouth were split to the base of his ears!

As a knocker.

It has full patience, waiting for the moment when the prey gets angry and opens the gate.

Every time I think of it.

The prey's exasperated, angry expression froze on his face.

Then it turned into fear and struggle, and its heart was filled with perverted pleasure!

This is the most simple source of happiness as a knocker.

however.

next second.

"I'll knock your horse!!!"

An angry shout came from inside the door, accompanied by a "boom".

The gate is gone!

It was kicked by Tang Sanzan into countless fragments.

Knocking on the door, the ghost's anger started from the heart, what the hell, this is too disrespectful to ghosts!

Just when he wanted to show his ferocious face and teach the other party to be a good person in the next life.

It's... numb.

That's right, it's numb.

In front of the door knocker, was a handsome young man with a big bald head and an angry smile on his face!

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing is...

The bald boy in front of him exuded a strong Buddha light all over his body, and his monk robe was bulged high by his muscles.

Two sandbag-sized fists were coated with a layer of golden Buddha light.

They touched each other rhythmically in front of their chests, making metal-like "bang bang" sounds, looking like they were ready to go.

The most terrifying thing is.

The chest of the monk's robe was gradually torn because of the violent muscles.

Can faintly see.

The ferocious black dragon tattoo, the cold and dark scales, and the golden pupils exuded indifference and contempt.

A faint dragon's power spread out, and the black dragon tattoo in the crack of the clothes seemed to be about to come alive!

The knocker's mentality exploded and he almost died on the spot.

It was the first time in its life that it regretted so much!

Why do you want to be cheap?Why are you so persistent?

Knocking once is not enough, you have to knock the second time, the third time...

Why can't we switch to another company and continue knocking?

Well now, the door is open.