The fat monk was eating chicken legs and was eating energetically, when he suddenly saw Yan Feng walking towards him, and his fat body was immediately shocked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What do you want to do?"

"What?!"

Yan Feng smiled, pounced on it, locked the fat monk's neck with a throat, and then kicked the fat monk's knee, the fat monk fell directly to the ground, and the chicken leg was thrown out.

Yan Feng rode on the fat monk's neck and pressed him to the ground.

"My... Chicken legs!"

The fat monk reached out and wanted to grab the chicken leg that would fall not far away, but he couldn't reach it.

"If you don't say it, where is Ye Bin's soul!"

"Don't say it! Buddha won't say it!"

The fat monk's mission struggled, trying to catch the chicken leg that fell not far away, but it was useless, and the blood eagle was also helping to press it on the side, and the thing couldn't move at all.

"You dead fat man! What benefits has Shen Weimin given you, and it is worth your doing! Ignoring people's lives, are you really not afraid of retribution?"

"You guess the grass is about human life, Buddha and I have mercy!"

"Mercy, I have mercy on your uncle!"

Yan Feng's mind couldn't help but think of Ye Shiyu's mother and daughter, Chu Chu's pitiful face full of tears.

"Do you know that just because you took Ye Bin's soul, a happy family is in the point of fragmentation?"

"Ah, you are merciful!"

"Do you know what? The soul you imprisoned, his wife, his daughter, are all waiting for him at home, and you are so merciful? Are you still a fucking monk?"

"Grass, it!"

Yan Feng directly punched the fat monk's face door.

"Ouch, beating, beating, going to die, dead!"

The fat monk screamed.

"I'm fucking your uncle!"

The more Yan Feng thought about it, the more angry he became, and directly beat the fat monk to death.

"Big brother, big brother, I was wrong!"

After being beaten for a while, the voice of the fat monk begging for mercy was heard.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I say, I say!"

"I rub... Buddha, I was going to say it, you have to beat me. ”

I rubbed it, Yan Feng let go of the fat monk's neck, stood up, and then kicked the fat monk's ass, damn, when the hell did you say what you were going to say.

"To be honest, I don't want to do this kind of thing. ”

The first thing the fat monk did when he got up... It's not about rubbing the beaten place, but about picking up the chicken legs, and the Yan Feng who looks at it is... Rub, I can't even think of a word to describe it.

can be a foodie to this realm, which is really worthy of his fat.

"Don't want to be your soul to hook people?"

The fat monk picked up the chicken thigh, patted the ash on it, and then ate it again.

"There's no way around it... Cause and effect, who let that old bald man have grace with me. ”

"What grace is it worth you to do this?"

Yan Feng frowned, this fat monk didn't look like a poor and vicious person, but a little cute.

"Uh... I won't talk about this. ”

"Forget it, I'll give you that person's soul, anyway, I didn't promise the old bald man to do it for him, but I can't help it, this kind of thing, Buddha, I really don't want to do it. ”

Saying that, the fat monk forcibly buckled one from the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and strangely, the thread was not broken.

"Well, here it is, take it yourself. ”

Yan Feng took the bead, looking at this sandalwood Buddha bead, dark wood color, smooth and round, Yan Feng's pupils shrank, yin and yang eyes opened, in this bead, he saw at a glance that Ye Bin's life soul did exist, this thing was so powerful, a trace of ghost spirit was not discharged, no wonder he couldn't notice where Ye Bin was.

"Tsk... The donor is not simple, there are nine arrows to punish evil, and there are yin and yang eyes. ”

The fat monk said while eating the chicken leg he picked up, as if he didn't remember that he had just been beaten by Yan Feng.

"How do you explain to Shen Weimin?"

"Confess, confess a fart, Buddha, I have been beaten like this for him, isn't it enough for him to pay for a meal!"

The fat monk looked obviously angry.

"A meal?"

Yan Feng was stunned, I wiped... No way.

"You're just paying him back for a meal?"

"This、Isn't this the Buddha's memory?,I was really hungry at that time.。 ”

"Grass!"

Yan Feng really didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time, how could there be such a person in the world!

"Do you think that the Buddha is unreliable, and he will kill people for a meal?"

Yan Feng put the beads in his pocket and glanced at the fat monk: "Otherwise?"

"Cut, Buddha, I lied to the old bald man, I took this person's soul, hid it in the Buddha beads, and deceived the life and death book of the underworld, even if the people of Yin Si came, I couldn't find it! After that, I put this guy's soul back, and when the old bald man asked, I said that I failed, anyway, this love was returned, and I didn't plan to deal with him, Buddha. ”

"Then what if Ye Bin's other two souls and seven spirits are scattered?"

Yan Feng listened to the fat monk's words, and it sounded as if the fat monk didn't know that he had just hooked Ye Bin's soul.

"What? Isn't this all his soul?"

The fat monk gnawed on the chicken leg skeleton, was stunned, and then slapped his brain.

"I seem to have used the wrong trick!"

"Amitabha, Amitabha, almost killed someone!" The fat monk put his hands together and made a Buddha salute to Yan Feng.

"Thank you to the donor, if it weren't for the donor, I'm afraid I would have made a big mistake today. ”

Looking at the appearance of the fat monk, Yan Feng couldn't cry or laugh now, he thought at first that the person who hooked the soul was because of scheming, but he didn't expect it to be such a.

It's really speechless.

"Don't fucking pretend to be a monk, where do you look like a monk, how can there be a monk who drinks wine and eats meat all day long. ”

Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, no matter what, it's good that Ye Bin's life soul has been obtained, since Ye Bin's life soul has been obtained, he should rush back now.

"Hey, it's not right for you to say that, Buddha and I am not a monk anymore, as the saying goes, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart... Besides, you see, Buddha I still have six ring scars on my head!" he lowered his head to show Yan Feng the ring scars on his head.

"Look!

Yan Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him, this kind of boring person, all the way down the mountain, this fat monk actually followed all the time.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Amitabha, the donor asked the Buddha and me to avoid the precept of killing, and in return, the Buddha is ready to stay by your side for a while, promote the Dharma for you, and feel the supreme true meaning of our Buddhism. ”

Feel the Dharma, the supreme true meaning? I feel your uncle's ball!

Yan Feng stood still and turned his head to look at the fat monk.

"Dead fatty, have you ever played pétanque?"

"What? Ball, can you eat it?"

The fat monk smiled, Yan Feng also grinned, and the big white teeth were particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

"I'll let you..."

"Play it once!"

Saying that, Yan Feng suddenly kicked on the fat monk's buttocks, and the direction was the trend of going down the mountain, and the fat monk groaned, and the whole person rolled down to the wild graveyard on the side.

It's so much... Looking at the fat monk rolling towards the side of the mountain like a ball, Yan Feng shook his head and walked towards the parking place at the bottom of the mountain.

"Can't blame me... If you want to blame it, it's too annoying. ”