In the eyes of the world, Huaxia is nothing more than Buddhism and Taoism, although the Ghost Hunting Bureau is also decent, but it is a secret institution controlled by the state, ** outside the Buddhism, not known to the world.

The six-fingered monk Buddha is called Yun Bodhi, although he is a traveling monk, but he has high magic power, whether in Buddhism or Taoism, he is a highly respected person, and even higher than the status of the director of the ghost hunting bureau.

The six-fingered monk traveled to Qianjiang, and He Zhouzheng naturally got the news quickly, and was invited to talk with the six-fingered monk about the scriptures for three days and three nights.

He Zhouzheng heard that the six-fingered monk and Ye Xiaofei had an appointment for the competition, so he naturally opened the door and made a phone call to the local police station.

The police station in charge of Gem Hill was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so it dispatched a part of the security guards to guard Gem Hill and prevent outsiders from approaching it, so as not to cause harm to anyone who strayed into it.

Ye Xiaofei naturally didn't know that the six-fingered monk knew the director of the ghost hunting bureau, and after seeing the sweet potato at this time, he didn't feel a little flustered.

Although the sweet potato wants to release water for himself, if he really wants to fight, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the eyes of the six-fingered monk.

When the dog and several security guards saw that Ye Xiaofei knew the sweet potato, they apologized again and again, and ran back to the foot of the mountain to guard again.

After the security guard left, the loud voice of the six-fingered monk came from the mountain: "Amitabha, the donor is really a man of his word, please go to the top of the mountain to talk about it." ”

Ye Xiaofei was already difficult to ride a tiger at this time, and there was no better way, so he had to go to the top of the mountain with the sweet potato.

On the top of the mountain, the six-fingered monk closed his eyes and crossed his knees, sitting on the top of the mountain, smiling, under the light of the sunset, as if he was reincarnated, giving Ye Xiaofei a feeling of wanting to bow and worship.

"Damn, worship a fart, maybe you are a monk in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of me Ye Xiaofei, you are not as good as bullshit."

Ye Xiaofei secretly slandered two sentences in his heart, but on the surface, he gave a respectful salute: "Master, can the appointment of the day still count?" ”

The six-fingered monk opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Xiaofei, and nodded slightly: "That's natural, if you can win the fool, I will naturally stop looking for trouble with that female ghost, but"

Ye Xiaofei waved his hand and said unashamedly: "There is nothing to do, I will definitely win." ”

"Master, but let's say in advance, no matter what method I use, I can only defeat the little sweet potato master, right?"

The six-fingered monk smiled in his eyes: "Of course, defeating the sweet potato is the victory." ”

"Good!"

Ye Xiaofei agreed, turned his head and glanced at the sweet potato, but saw that the sweet potato was winking at him, and laughed twice from time to time.

Ye Xiaofei suddenly sweated in his head, and secretly muttered in his heart: Please, even if you want to release water, don't behave so obviously, okay?

The appearance of sweet potatoes is obviously familiar with Ye Xiaofei, and the relationship is not bad.

Although Ye Xiaofei has a bad impression of the six-fingered monk, after several interactions, he has a good impression of sweet potatoes.

No more nonsense at the moment, Ye Xiaofei straightened his waist and arched his hand again, "Master, can we start then?" ”

"Don't worry, there are witnesses coming to this competition."

"What? Anyone else coming? ”

Ye Xiaofei frowned, he didn't expect the six-fingered monk to be so excited.

not only closed the mountain, but also invited others to come, for fear that others would not know.

However, if the sweet potato loses, and the old bald donkey makes it so grand, isn't he afraid of losing face?

Ye Xiaofei pondered in his heart, so he had to suppress the urge to go to Guan Caixun, found a bluestone slab and sat down, thinking secretly.

Although the sweet potato said that it would release water, if the six-fingered monk saw it and forced the sweet potato to use all his strength, I am afraid it would be a little troublesome.

After this period of understanding, Ye Xiaofei knew that sweet potatoes are known for their bull power, and it is definitely not possible to fight hard, and they must be outwitted.

If you use the Seven Signs of Yun Ji in the Dao Technique, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win the sweet potato.

However, if you don't use the Seven Signs, the only thing that can be used is the Nine Needles of the Netherworld.

The Nine Needles of Yin and Yin overcome rigidity with softness, and it is possible to win the sweet potato, but with the eyesight of the six-fingered monk, he will definitely be able to see the origin of the Nine Needles of Yin and Evil.

The Netherworld Sect is not a decent family, if he knows that the Nine Needles of the Perineum and the Netherworld, who knows if he will make trouble?

Ye Xiaofei furrowed his brows, peeking at the six-fingered monk from time to time, but his heart was entangled.

The six-fingered monk kept smiling faintly, as if he had won the battle.

Just as Ye Xiaofei was thinking about a good plan and struggling, a cough came from the bottom of the mountain.

Ye Xiaofei turned his head to look, but saw two people in uniform coming down the mountain.

One of them, Ye Xiaofei, knew that it was He Linfeng.

He Linfeng's face was grim at this time, and he was supporting an old man who was also wearing a uniform.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, his eyes were bright, and the uniform on his body was obviously different from He Linfeng's, and even a little yellowed from washing.

This person is none other than He Linfeng's father, He Zhouzheng.

Ye Xiaofei had never seen He Zhouzheng, but seeing that He Linfeng, a dignified criminal police captain, was actually supporting He Zhouzheng like a guard, he naturally knew that his identity was not ordinary.

Hurriedly stood up, Ye Xiaofei quickly greeted the He father and son, and said with a smile on his face: "Team He, why are you here?" ”

He Linfeng nodded slightly, seemingly a little restrained, and did not introduce He Zhouzheng.

He Zhouzheng just glanced at Ye Xiaofei twice, nodded slightly, and didn't say much.

"Amount"

Ye Xiaofei suddenly felt speechless, don't you want to introduce it?

He Linfeng also seemed to feel that something was wrong, and wanted to open his mouth, but was stopped by He Zhouzheng: "We only watched the game today, and we don't need to say anything else." ”

When He Linfeng heard this, he immediately straightened his waist and replied in a low voice: "Yes." ”

That appearance is as if He Linfeng is He Zhouzheng's subordinate.

Ye Xiaofei couldn't help but be even more curious, and secretly shocked in his heart: Damn, who is this old guy? Looking at this, it seems that even He Linfeng is extremely jealous.

However, seeing that others didn't introduce themselves, Ye Xiaofei couldn't say anything, so he had to turn around and ask the six-fingered monk: "Master, can you start?" ”

The six-fingered monk looked at He Zhouzheng, just bowed his head slightly, did not speak, but stood with one hand, his eyes drooped slightly, and said lightly: "Amitabha, sweet potato, today's competition is related to the glory of my Buddhism, if you lose, then don't think about it anymore." ”

The sweet potato was smiling innocently, squeezing his eyebrows at Ye Xiaofei from time to time, and suddenly heard the words of the six-fingered monk, and suddenly looked stunned.

"Master, you—you don't want sweet potatoes anymore?"

"Amitabha, if you win, you will still be the apprentice of the master."

When Ye Xiaofei heard this, his hope of waiting for the sweet potato to be released was completely extinguished, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: Damn, this old bald donkey, it turns out that he has been waiting for himself here for a long time. Grandma, you're forcing the sweet potatoes not to release water.

Ye Xiaofei's originally smiling expression also cooled down, it seems that he really has to rely on his ability now.

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