"By the way, monk, did you just make it your Shaolin Mighty Vajra Palm? I actually smashed the wall with one palm, which is amazing. ”

Mo Yuan remembered the scene before when Fa Ming was heavy and lucky, and the sky was full of dust with one palm, but Fa Ming nodded and shook his head, and when Mo Yuan was a little confused, he said, "Yes, no." ”

"There is indeed a so-called cultivation method of the powerful vajra palm in Shaolin, but the poor monk has not seen anything special for most of his life before, and the palm power is just more powerful and thick than ordinary people." Fa Ming seemed to remember the scene of his penance under the teaching of his master, the so-called Buddhism, and he couldn't help but sigh for a while.

"Wow, you've made a big hole in the whole wall with one palm, or is it just a little more strength and thickness? And don't you realize that it's no ordinary wall at all? ”

Mo Yuan felt that the big bald head of his eyes was a little dazzling, this monk usually kept silent, but once he pretended to be so shameless.

Fa Ming didn't know what Mo Yuan was thinking, if he knew, he might consider using his palm power to test the strength of Mo Yuan's head, and shook his head slightly: "This is the key to the problem, in our original world, this palm technique definitely does not have such a high lethality, that is, the degree of shooting a few bricks to play." ”

Mo Yuan didn't know what to say anymore, although there were only a few people who could shoot bricks with their bare hands in the original world, but how many bricks were there to play? Fa Ming also ignored Mo Yuan, who was silent, and continued to explain to himself: "After I got here, I felt that something seemed to be a little different, but I didn't figure out the specific difference, until I obtained the attribute of Buddha behind the door in the first mission, and when I first obtained it, I just felt refreshed, and there was nothing else special." ”

Saying this, Fa Ming touched his chest and untied his robe slightly.

"I'll go, monk, what do you want to do, as long as I'm here, you don't want to do anything to my sister!"

Mo Yuan blocked his sister behind him and looked at Fa Ming with a wary face.

"Amitabha, the donor misunderstood, the poor monk is not interested in Ling Mei."

"Oh, then I'm relieved... Hey, no, you stay away from me, it's impossible between us..."

“···”

After Fa Ming's face was full of black lines and finally explained clearly, Mo Yuan secretly wiped a handful of cold sweat on his head, this misunderstanding was a bit big, and it seemed that he wanted to be a little crooked...

"Hey."

Fa Ming sighed slightly, untied the robe on his chest, revealing his strong chest, Mo Yuan was a little strange: "So, monk, what do you want us to see?" See how good your body is? ”

After a careful look, not to mention, this monk's figure is really good, and there seems to be a huge amount of energy in the muscles, and he really didn't notice it when he was blocked by his thick robe on weekdays.

"Do you remember that the poor monk was slapped by the female ghost on his first mission?"

Hearing Fa Ming mention it, Mo Yuan remembered that at that time, he took the female ghost's palm Fa Ming, but he flew out upside down and was directly smashed and hung on the wall, and the deeply recessed palm print almost killed him at that time...

Wait, palm prints? Mo Yuan hurriedly looked at Fa Ming's chest, which was flat, and there was no palm print.

"You... This is? ”

Seeing Mo Yuan's surprised expression, Fa Ming understood that the other party had thought of what he wanted to express, closed the robe, sorted out the robe on his body, and said at the same time: "At that time, the poor monk felt a little strange, it stands to reason that he was so seriously injured, and the poor monk should have died soon, but although the poor monk did have a suspicion of being strong at that time, he finally survived, and now the injury is almost healed." ”

"You're saying we're getting better at fighting over here?"

"It's not us, it's the poor monk, and it's not that the ability to resist attacks has become stronger, it's just that the poor monk has learned something similar to strengthening before, and the poor monk in the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt or something didn't practice less back then..."

Thinking of the scenes of being forced to practice by the master in the past, the words couldn't help but pause, and a complex emotion arose spontaneously in his heart, seeing that Fa Ming fell into silence again as he spoke, Mo Yuan couldn't help urging: "Keep talking, don't say half of it." ”

"That's all for the topic of ability, and in the future... No, I think you should feel it now. ”

"Me? Got a feeling? Famin: What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? ”

Looking at Mo Yuan, who was full of suspicion, Fa Ming pointed to Mo Yuan's shadow and didn't speak, Mo Yuan's eyes looked in the direction that Fa Ming pointed, and saw his own dark shadow printed on the ground and wall, and wondered how his shadow could make him feel it... Suddenly, Mo Yuan's brain, which was a little numb by a series of changes, remembered something, and there was fear and a hint of jealousy in his eyes: "You... Refers to... Those two? ”

Fa Ming bowed slightly, and this time it was Mo Yuan's turn to fall silent.

"Let's not talk about that, have you ever thought about this mission?"

Seeing that Fa Ming mentioned this topic again, Mo Yuan felt that his brain circuits couldn't keep up with this bald head who usually didn't say a word today: "This, didn't you say it before?" ”

Fa Ming shook his head: "I said before that there was a scam in this mission, this mission involved a red-clothed person, since we left the monitoring room, it should be considered a violation of the mission restrictions given by the red-cloth, but until now, I haven't seen the red-clothed person make a move, and I haven't received a prompt that the mission has failed, which means..."

Mo Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then Fa Ming's words continued: "This shows that our mission is actually still in progress, and it doesn't matter whether we stay in the so-called monitoring room or not, and if that monitoring room is a trap, then the few strange stories you see inside are also traps, because the ghosts there are not at all the number of strange stories at the beginning of the formation, at least there are still those who died inside!" ”

"Amitabha, the donor is so perceptive."

Mo Yuan's face was a little red, Fa Ming said everything for this part, if he couldn't analyze it, it was not a low understanding but a low IQ.

"But it's not easy to do this, we don't know what the strange talk about this third rehabilitation center is, and we don't know which two strange things the remaining two people are involved in.

"We really don't know what the strange talk here is, but as for the poor monks involved in the remaining two people, I'm afraid we know a little bit about it."

"Huh?" Mo Yuan thought about it carefully, when he and Fa Ming left, they did only see the third strange talk when the young man died, and the remaining two people didn't start a strange talk that belonged to them, how did this monk know?

Seeing that Mo Yuan was deep in thought, Fa Ming nodded slightly: "Actually, the problem is not difficult, the donor might as well think about it from another perspective, and then analyze what we have experienced." ”

It's not difficult, empathy, what you've experienced, it's not difficult, it's not difficult, it's

Mo Yuan's hand unconsciously touched his chin and rubbed his index finger, if he was the three of them, what would he do in the face of a strange mission that was completely lifeless after the death of his companions one after another? Why is the sixth screen in the monitoring room filming the monitoring room? There is also the sound of footsteps passing by outside the door, which seems to be the appearance of two people, sounding heavy and light...

Raising his head in horror: "Those two people didn't participate in any strange conversations, but were killed by the ghost who had been taking pictures behind them, and the dead soul lingered in this third disease rehabilitation center after death?" ”

"Amitabha, there is nothing wrong with what the donor said, but it is not clear whether it is a dead soul or a powerful ghost."

"Fa Ming."

"Huh? What's the matter with the donor? ”

"Isn't that monitoring room the site of a weird talk?"

"Oh? How does the donor know? ”

Looking at Fa Ming's slightly teasing eyes, Mo Yuan was angry for a while, this monk obviously already knew that he had to think about it for so long, and replied angrily: "It's not simple, every shot is controlled by a powerful ghost to shoot, which we knew when we entered that there might be a powerful ghost in the monitoring room, but we didn't expect this monitoring room to be one of the strange stories." ”