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

"It seems that he was set up by Zhang Hedao and Mao Qishui, and thus lost his position in the Yinye group, and could only go to the chaotic Beicheng District."

"But in fact, this is actually a retreat he designed in advance, but he used it earlier."

"Not long after he went to Beicheng District, a 'devil lord' suddenly appeared in Beicheng District. This is obviously not a coincidence."

"The method used by the devil master to win people's hearts is said to be able to quickly enhance the strength of others, which coincides with [Magic Armor]."

"Now it is absolutely certain that the so-called devil is Si Junfeng. Of course... he may not care about his identity being exposed now."

"With his scheming, I'm afraid a Si Yingcai may not be that important to him, and he can't threaten him."

"As for Beicheng District, if you guessed correctly... it has almost completely fallen into his hands."

"Si Junfeng, an old man, probably has already made preparations for the birth of the tomb this time."

"Before, he gave up his status as the leader of the intelligence department so easily. Maybe he started to lay out the northern city ahead of time..."

What Tang Sanbu said made old man Fang and the other five feel a chill down their backs.

Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead!

This guy who used to be their superior, although he usually acts in an extremely domineering manner.

But anyway, he is also a member of the Yinye group, and he can be regarded as a teammate.

Now it seems...Old man Fang and the others are just secretly thankful that they didn't have much contact with Si Junfeng.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I don't even know how I died!

"Master Sanzan, what do you mean?"

On behalf of the five people, old man Fang asked the questions they were most concerned about.

Now that the matter of Si Junfeng has been brought up, it means that Tang Sanzan may take some action.

They want to know what role Nancheng District needs to play in this.

"What I mean is, you stand still and find a way to give me a good look at Nancheng District."

"By the way, you should inform Zhang Hedao, just in case, the ghost knows what is under the tomb."

"As for me...I have a personal grievance with the old guy Si Junfeng, which needs to be resolved."

"By the way to pick up... what he owes me."

Tang Sanzan's dark eyes flickered.

[Magic Armor] What kind of ability is it?

He is very interested in this...

Chapter 95 As soon as the ghost clock appears, who dares to say that I am not an evil cultivator?From the novel group 9,8*02,0'5.85.6

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The next morning.

Inside a teahouse.

Tang Sanzan and his two daughters ate deep-fried dough sticks while drinking tea from a tea bowl.

The corners of Huang Ziming's eyes kept twitching, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Every time I think back to the world where the Buddha's light is all over the sky.

And mutant zombies that don't even have scum left.

He already understood a truth: drinking tea, no matter how you drink it, there is no such thing as insult or non-insult.

"I'm here today. I need to ask you a favor for one thing."

After eating and drinking enough, Tang Sanzan straight to the point.

"Can I help?" Huang Ziming was slightly taken aback, "But I don't know anything except making tea."

"Don't worry, I just want you to do me a favor. Don't you have a friend who grows melons in Beicheng District?"

"Well, that's right, but it only grows watermelons every day, and it's not good at fighting and killing."

"You don't need to fight and kill, just let it introduce us to some evil cultivators in the northern city. It can hang around in the northern city, so it won't stop dealing with those guys at all, right?"

"This..."

Huang Ziming pondered, and looked at Tang Sanzan strangely.

"Have any difficulties?" Tang Sanzan frowned slightly, and the Buddha's light surged.

Huang Ziming suddenly smiled wryly: "Master Sanbuyer, it's not difficult or not. The problem is... When you go to Beicheng District, isn't everyone calling for beating?"

Seeing the other party pointing to the prayer beads on his chest and his shiny forehead.

Tang Sanzan realized it instantly.

"You mean...we don't look like evil cultivators?"

Tang Sanzan grinned, and there was a hint of amusement in his dark eyes.

The white jade-colored monk's robe fell off in an instant, and was put into the ring.

Occupying Tang Sanzan's entire upper body, the domineering black dragon tattoo is fully revealed.

The golden dragon eyes seemed to carry endless majesty.

Lifelike, not dead.

The faint dragon prestige filled the air, making Huang Ziming truly realize the horror of this tattoo!

Previously, the white jade monk's robe covered most of the tattoo, only the scale armor could be seen.

There is no real dragon's prestige.

Now... Sure enough, Tang Sanzan is not an orthodox monk.

Serious monk who has tattoos!

Huang Ziming silently affirmed in his heart.

Tang Sanzan restrained Longwei just right, he has practiced Taoism for 200 years.

For the use of Dawei Tianlong, it has been able to retract and release freely.

He took out a black robe prepared in advance and put it on his body, completely covering his entire body.

He took out another crying and laughing mask that looked weird and put it on his face.

His whole temperament changed drastically in an instant.

Especially...Huang Ziming couldn't understand.

Why does Tang Sanbu exude endless hatred and evil thoughts!

It is countless times more terrifying than serious cultivators!

As a ghost, Huang Ziming is naturally very clear about such things as resentment.

But the resentment emanating from the third burial master in front of him is terrifying.

If it erupts completely, it may easily destroy one's mind.

Assimilate him into a ghost with only endless hatred left!

"Three, Master Sanbu, don't scare me, you must have been taken away by evil spirits, right?"

Huang Ziming asked tremblingly.

Looking at the guy in front of him who just put on the black robe and mask, he seemed to be a different person.

He was really scared!

Is this still the awe-inspiring power of Buddhism that summoned a piece of Buddha land yesterday?

Pooh!

You said that standing in front of you is a ghost king who has not been seen for a hundred years, Huang Ziming believed it.

"Don't worry, it's just a small trick. This resentment and malice are not emitted by me, but...it."

Tang Sanzan spread out his left hand, a ghostly color, simple and strange little bell.

Suspended in the palm of his hand, above the little clock, there is a scene of black flames burning endless evil souls in relief.

On top of the evil spirit, a white jade skeleton sits cross-legged, evil but holy.

After the Golden Bell Shade has grown tremendously, Tang Sanzan has been able to manifest the ancient bell more flexibly.

The little clock disappeared in a flash, and the strange atmosphere in the room dissipated instantly.

Huang Ziming didn't dare to ask any more questions, who knew who the third funeral master in front of him was.

On one side is the bright and stalwart Buddhist power, and on the other hand, the Buddhist cultivation base is thorough and powerful, extremely pure.

On the one hand...

"With it here, who dares to say that I am not an evil cultivator?"

Tang Sanzan smiled slightly, and put his eyes on the two girls.

Su Xiaoran and Liu Mengyan cooperated very well, immediately took out the black robe covering the whole body, and put on the mask.

There are two horror dolls that are relatively rare in toy stores hanging on the waist, similar to the kind of ghost dolls that come back to life.

just.

Originally an ordinary horror doll, after being [strengthened and blessed].

The breath that emanates is like a real evil spirit.

The versatility of the S-level ability [Enhanced Blessing] once again reflects its strength.

After such a disguise.

Anyone who wants to say that they are not evil cultivators, Huang Ziming will be the first to turn against them!

"If that's the case, then there's no problem. I'll contact my friend immediately."

After seeing Tang San's method of burying several people, Huang Ziming no longer worried about anything.

Skillfully took out the mobile phone from the gown and dialed the number.

After a few simple greetings, the matter was finalized.

It can be seen that Huang Ziming and his friend selling melons still have a very strong relationship.

It's worthy of being two wonderful existences in the ghost world, and it's not surprising that they get together.

"Then it's troublesome. It's not too late. We'll come to you tonight, and we'll go to Beicheng District in advance to find out what's going on."

"it is good."

Huang Ziming nodded.

Tang Sanzan didn't stay any longer, and left quietly with the flying sword on the door.

After a moment.

602 front.

Tang Sanzan looked at the empty door frame in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The two daughters, Liu Mengyan and Su Xiaoran, also looked confused.

"Buddha, what about a door as big as mine?"

Tang Sanzan couldn't help muttering to himself, with a bit of grief and indignation in his eyes.

What the hell, young people don't talk about Wude!

Why are the strange things in this world always so interested in their own doors?

Good guy, take advantage of how long I have only been out.