I was stunned, could it be that the excuses made by the fat monk were all true, could it be that the monks didn't speak!?

You can't believe all the words of this fat monk, and you can't disbelieve them.

But I don't want to give blood to this fat monk, my blood resurrected the paper beauty in the first place.

I'm afraid he's trying to do something wrong.

After all, I hadn't figured out anything about him and the black monkey, so I asked him, "Master, why can my blood break the ban on the flute of the dead?" ”

"Amitabha...... The female benefactor has a special bloodline, and the poor monk has never seen it, which can be described as infinitely useful. Once the ill-intentioned people know, the female benefactor is afraid that there will be a catastrophe. The fat monk warned.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, the bloodline is indeed quite special, and I have known this for a long time, but I shook my head and said, "Don't hide it from the master, I have a rare poison in my body, I'm afraid the blood is not pure." ”

The fat monk looked at me meaningfully and said, "That's fine." ”

"Female donor, the poor monk still has a reluctant request, those people outside are not good, the poor monk needs someone to protect the Dharma when the ban is broken, and I hope the donor can take care of one or two." The fat monk said.

I was stunned and agreed.

Soon, the fat monk held the flute of the dead and began to chant and knock on the wooden fish.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

I sat at the door, thinking about the affairs of Chang'an Town, while listening to the rhythmic beating of the wooden fish, mixed with the sound of monks chanting.

The courtyard was quiet at night, and I couldn't hear anything in my ears except the sound of wooden fish and chanting.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

As time passed, under the hypnotization of the sound of wooden fish beating, I gradually felt that my eyelids were a little heavy, and my brain was buzzing, and I was very tired.

The fat monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, beating the wooden fish, and the scriptures that he had chanted before in his mouth gradually came to my ears at this moment.

"Put down the butcher knife...... Becoming a Buddha on the ......

He recited the scriptures very quickly, repeating these two sentences all the time, and the words were all in one key.

Listening to it, I felt soreness and weakness all over my body, and I felt the urge to fall asleep.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a 'pop' sound outside, as if something had fallen.

I immediately focused, trying to be as conscious as possible, and when I stood up and looked through the crack in the door, I immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Because the Maoshan disciples guarding the door at this moment all fainted to the ground, they frowned, and their expressions struggled, as if they were in a nightmare.

"Put down the butcher knife...... Becoming a Buddha on the ......

At this moment, the fat monk's mechanical chanting became louder, and the wooden fish also knocked more rapidly.

Listening to the sound of wooden fish and chanting, my eyes instantly became blurry, and my body was a little unsteady.

I shook my head and held on to the wooden door, only to feel that the sky was spinning for a while, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

I knew something was wrong, and slapped myself in the face.

I only heard the sound of "pop", and the hot pain on my face came out of my face in an instant.

Because of the painful stimulus, I finally woke up a bit.

With the sound of 'dong dong', the fat monk's voice chanting became louder and louder: "Put down the butcher's knife...... Becoming a Buddha on the ......

His voice was like a magic sound, and I knew something was wrong.

"Shut up! Shut up! ”

I shouted, forcefully swayed a few pieces of paper-cutters, and then rushed up to interrupt his recitation.

When I touched his body, my whole body was like a lightning strike, and I was immediately bounced away by a force.

I don't know if it was my hallucination, but at that moment, I suddenly noticed that the fat monk's robe was emitting a golden light.

Not only the robe, but even his big bald head, shiny, like a light bulb, made me feel dizzy.