Chapter 124: Demon Monk Disciple! (Medium)

How old is this little monk? Does his real age match his appearance? If he had appeared before, would there have been any other changes in the battle situation of the Heroes Society?

Zhang Ye did not immediately inform Lu Yu'an of this situation on the other side of the venue, because Zhixi came from Buddhism and was secretive, even if Lu Yu'an had a black knife on his body, he was afraid of falling into something bad.

"Are all Buddhism monsters..."

Zhang Ye said secretly, although the duck to his beak was snatched away, but he had no choice but to change the direction and go to the corpse of Ling Feng, the Holy Son of Shinto.

Although the corpse was stained with blood, the whole body was still golden, and the cloak on the back was also intact.

"There are many kinds of Divine Iron Divine Stones in smelting, although they are too complicated, but refining them can also improve the hardness of my body a lot. ”

Zhang Ye looked around, confirmed that there was no one else except Lu Yu'an, who was still rummaging in the distance, and took off the golden cloak with his hands.

"Amitabha—"

A little monk carried a frog's head and a corpse, his mouth was cracked to the base of his ear, he was not very old, but his smile was full of kindness.

"The Buddha said: All births are fate..."

"I'll go!"

Zhang Ye picked up his cloak and ran, but the little monk actually appeared directly behind him like a teleporter, and took a look at him the moment he turned around.

Zhixi smiled like a little Maitreya Buddha, and stretched out his fat hand: "The poor monk has a relationship with the donor, and the demon weapon in the donor's hand is even more related, and it is recommended that the poor monk take it away..."

"Aren't you gone!"

"Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, if this karma is not removed, how can a poor monk leave..."

Zhang Ye squinted his eyes: "You have already grabbed one, and this seat will not give it anything!"

Zhixi smiled: "This cloak is transformed by demons, you can't suppress it, the poor monk is for your good, bring it back to my Mahayana Buddhism..."

Zhang Ye was angry: "Little bald donkey, you are too much, then you use the finger tiger in exchange!"

"Amitabha——, donor, you can't suppress the demon weapon... If you stay strong, there will be disaster..."

"Then you're fine!"

"The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell..."

“...”

Zhang Ye hugged the cloak tightly, but Zhixi probed lightly, Zhang Ye was confused, and the golden cloak reached Zhixi's hand when he woke up.

"!"

Zhang Ye was rude, stretched out his hand quickly, and showed his strength for the first time, and grabbed it with spiritual power in one hand, but he caught the afterimage again, and the true body of Zhixi appeared behind him.

Zhang Yeya's teeth are itchy, he has never been the only one who pits others, but he never expected to be pit by others today!

"Little bald donkey, this is what you mean by good deeds and good rewards?

"The donor's words are wrong..."Zhixi wrapped the cloak and stuffed it into a wide gray cloth robe, "It was the good relationship with the donor that the poor monk came to accept the cloak of this demon again, so that the donor avoided a disaster again, this is the good reward that the donor receives..."

Zhang Ye wanted Lu Yu'an to come over and kill the little bald donkey, but the weirdness of the little bald donkey was there, and he couldn't help it.

Moreover, Tu Lie's treasures seem to be a lot, and Lu Yu'an was still rummaging carefully at this time, not noticing, nor being able to notice the wisdom that reduced the sense of existence.

Zhang Ye's situation is very strange, facing Zhixi, as if facing a ghost that only he can see.

Then, Zhixi glanced at Ling Feng's corpse again before saying:

"Amitabha, the demonic spirit is getting heavier and heavier, and the poor monk will go one step ahead and transform it early..."

Zhixi lifted the frog's head and corpse, turned around slowly, and faintly said:

"It's like a good baby..."

Zhang Ye's face darkened: "Little bald donkey, did you say something just now..."

"The Buddha said: Everything is illusory, donor, you heard it wrong, see you again..."

His voice faded, and he walked away, stopping for a moment next to Saitama's corpse, skimming it with his feet, and then swaying and disappearing.

"Dead bald donkey, never again!"

Zhang Ye felt unlucky, but he didn't understand why Zhixi didn't search for it himself, and had to wait to grab what he fancied.

He kicked Ling Feng's corpse to vent, but suddenly a white light flashed.

Zhang Ye was more vigilant this time, he didn't check it for the first time, but returned to Saitama and pretended to grope around, and then returned to Ling Feng to touch it, and finally sighed: "There's nothing, hey..."

However, having said that, he already had a cold wrench in his hand.

"It's bad luck..."

Zhang Ye shook his head, his face was bitter and hateful, his divine sense probed out, covering the entire place, and he didn't find any abnormality, and his heart finally relaxed: "Dead bald donkey, you actually pit me two treasures, I don't believe you are coming..."

"There is a demonic spirit, and the poor monk is here!"

Before Zhang Ye finished speaking, a little monk appeared again, his smile was not so much kind, but rather pleasant, his mouth grinned, and his gums were exposed: "It seems that the good relationship between the benefactor and the poor monk has not yet ended..."

Zhang Ye's face was green, and Zhixi was holding a frog's head, but the corpse was gone, and he poked out his fat hand with a smile:

"Donor, where is the demon weapon?"

"Bald donkey, didn't you turn the demon away!"

"The poor monk has finished his tempering..."

"How can you be so fast!

"The Buddha said, "Don't say it, don't say it..."

Zhang Ye's teeth clicked, and he held a white wrench in his hand: "Can you not be surprised and stick to me? You just said that you came to search for the corpse like me, if so, you can't do it yourself?"

"Amitabha-" Zhixi held one hand in front of his chest, and the other hand was still extended, "The demon weapon can't take the initiative to search, and it will lose the Tao..."

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, although he had heard all the nonsense of Zhixi, he faintly noticed that this sentence was a bit serious.

"Isn't it, you're afraid..."

"If I commit the Buddha of greed, I won't be able to eat and walk around, hurry up!"

For a moment, Zhixi's voice changed greatly, and his voice was immature and babbling, but his face was impatient.

The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth twitched: "You... Say what?"

"It's over, I've committed a..."The corner of Zhixi's mouth suddenly overflowed a little bloodshot, and then he slapped his stirrup brain in annoyance, and smiled again:

"Nothing..."

"No, no, I heard..."

"The Buddha said: Everything is illusory..."

“...”

Zhang Ye reluctantly handed over the wrench, and Zhixi made a gesture to leave.

"Bald donkey, you can really go now. ”

"Amitabha, where there are demons, there are poor monks..."

"No, get out!"

"Oh?" Zhixi was about to turn around but suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed into a line, "Don't say anything to the donor... What's the bulge in your arms?"

“...”

Zhang Ye's face was desperate, and his voice was fierce: "This is my own!"

"I didn't expect that the donor would be carrying a demon for a long time, so he could discover the three major demon weapons one after another... Anyway, the stinky skin of the poor monk, even if it is eroded by ten thousand demons..."

Zhixi poked out his hand compassionately.

Zhang Ye's face finally sank completely: "Bald donkey, this is my ancestral thing, it is like my life, if you really snatch it today, I don't mind using the forbidden art to die with you!"

Zhang Ye is not angry and self-assured, the temperament of the master in the previous life is naturally released, and the wisdom breath is eyes lit up, and he thought for a moment and said:

"Is what the donor said true, this demon is so powerful?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ye's eyes widened, "No, no, no, slip of the tongue, this thing is useless!"

Zhixi smiled and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Ye's wrist: "Then, Buddha, I will change it for a cloak?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of his mouth spilled blood again.

"Never!"

"Amitabha..."Seeing Zhang Ye's resolute answer, Zhixi smiled even brighter, and was determined to get the things in Zhang Ye's arms: "In this way, in fact, the poor monk has just transformed the three demon weapons..."

“...”

"So, they are all Buddha vessels that have opened the light now, and now they are returned to the donor, how about the donor hand over the big demon in his arms to the poor monk?"

Zhang Ye was displeased: "You use the baby you snatched from me, and then exchange it for my baby?"

"The Buddha said: If you see it, you will accept it..."

Zhang Ye and Zhixi looked at each other for a long time, gritted their teeth and said, "Cheng! But you have to go, there are really no treasures here!"

"Huh, but the poor monk saw that there was a female benefactor over there..."

"Don't push me..."

"Hey, everyone in the world is stupid... Well..."

In the end, Zhixi returned the wrench cloak and the finger tiger to Zhang Ye, and Zhang Ye finally took out the small bulging thing in his arms, Zhixi felt the extraordinary breath, and his eyes suddenly straightened.

"Donor, what is this?"

"The Buddha said: Holy Water Pill!"

(End of chapter)

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