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A strong complaint came from the bloody coffin, startling everyone.

I saw that when the man walked out of the blood coffin, the blood and qi around his body lingered, and there was a faint sound of Buddha.

With a wave of his hand, the man's hand tore apart the lingering blood and qi, and there was a clear world!

In the distance, the crow crowed a few times, shook its feathers, and was about to spread its wings and fly high.

The person in the blood coffin stretched out his hand to grab it, a big fleshy hand probed, the blood in his hand rolled, and when it was dispersed, the crow was staying in the palm of his hand, as if imprisoned, unable to move.

"The man is going to eat the raven raw. Mu Xiaokui came up with this thought for no reason, and in his mind, there were already pictures in his mind: his shriveled face was like a dry and cracked wood, and his mouth was full of fangs, exuding a pungent fishy smell, and that person would definitely pierce the crow with his fangs, even if his mouth was full of black feathers, he didn't care about it at all......

But the person in front of him cursed a word of bad luck, and casually released the crow in his hand, and the crow was frightened and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's really fucking unlucky, catching birds with bare hands, and you can't be lucky!" Only then did everyone see the man's face clearly.

It doesn't have the fangs of the imagination, and it's not a shriveled zombie.

It's a fat guy who is alive and well!

Small eyes, thick lips, nine feet long, standing barefoot on the ground, wearing strange clothes, and even more peculiarly, short hair.

Parents of the body's hair and skin!

If it weren't for the monks, but the world was in the world, they wouldn't have cut off the three thousand troubles.

is as big as Ji Chen, without a crowning ceremony, and the criticism is distributed, which is already a big disrespect, and it is a minority.

The little monk carefully looked at the fat man in front of him, thoughtful.

Mu Xiaokui snorted coldly and said, "You fat man, you must be a monster in human form, watch the old lady slash you with a knife!"

Then the body moved, and swept forward!

Ji Chen looked at Mu Xiaokui's movements, thought about it, and suddenly said, "This knife technique...... It's 'warding off evil spirits'!"

Mu Xiaokui's figure did not decrease, and he said: "This trick is exactly 'warding off evil spirits', I will go to hell, and the demons will not stop me." ”

A zhang of knife qi turned into a ghost head, condensed in the air, and crashed into the fat man.

The fat man looked at the ghost head, shouted badly, turned around, but saw the blood coffin lying before, and exclaimed, he didn't want to touch the blood coffin in his life, and hurriedly rolled to the side, the clothes on his body were no longer enough to cover the fat on his body, and it cracked.

The bloody coffin behind him was hit by the ghost head and shattered, leaving a cloud of sawdust on the ground.

"Little girl, you're still energetic, aren't you? Fat man, I don't beat women, there is a kind of put down the knife, let's make a fist!" the fat man said viciously.

"Hmph! Demons and monsters, it's not a pity to die! Fight with you, are you an idiot to be a mother?" Mu Xiaokui followed, the knife in his hand was round, and the knife was full of energy!

This fat man, fat is fat! But this body is very good.

Every time, Mu Xiaokui's knife slashed, the fat man could always dodge it lightly, and the blade gently swept against the tip of his nose.

But looking at his body, he doesn't look like a practitioner.

Mu Xiaokui really didn't understand how the fat of this fat man's body grew, and how he was in good shape, always avoiding his own winning blow.

The fat man patted his stomach, and circles of fat were rolling like waves.

The fat man shouted proudly: "Hey, hey, little girl, what's the matter? This knife is suitable for killing pigs, but if you want to cut the fat man, you lack a lot." ”

Mu Xiaokui was angry, her face was blue and red, and then she gritted her teeth angrily, stepped on the ground, and her body was rioting, like a violent tiger coming out, moving forward and killing all directions.

"The old lady is going to kill you pig!"

The word 'kill' fell, and the sword light fell immediately, and the fat man's face changed in shock, and he hurriedly dodged.

"Boom!"

The fat man turned his head to look, and where he was standing, a ravine three feet deep and one foot long was revealed.

"I'm a good girl, if this knife hits the fat man, won't he become a dead pig, I bah, how can I be a pig?"

Thinking of it, the fat man was slightly distracted, and Mu Xiaokui's knife struck again, directly taking the fat man's head.

The fat man had nothing to hide, and his heart was anxious.

"Could it be that I just climbed out of the coffin, fat man, and I'm going to enter the coffin again?"

"Dang!"

The sound of metal handover sounded, but it was not the sound of Yan Ling cutting off his head.

I saw the little monk, with his hands folded, blocking in front of the fat man, surrounded by huge golden bells.

"Buddha Gate - Golden Bell Jar!" Ji Chen stepped forward.

Mu Xiaokui raised her knife, pointed at the little monk and said, "Little monk, what do you mean by this? ”

The little monk bowed down and said: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, and listen to the little monk, this fat donor, isn't it a demon?"

"Not a demon?" Mu Xiaokui wondered in her heart: "If it's not a demon, how can it be in the coffin." ”

Ji Chen came over and persuaded: "Xiaokui, put away the knife, this person is indeed not a demon, where is there a demon who will bleed." ”

As soon as the fat man touched his belly, a deep wound was revealed under the belly, although the fat man couldn't see it, because the fat belly blocked his vision, but the blood stains on his hands were real.

"The blood is over, it's over, the fat man's signature belly is broken! Little monk, help me see, the injury is not serious, can you see the intestines inside." The fat man asked anxiously.

The little monk withdrew the Admiralty and said, "Fat donor, don't worry, follow me back to Mida Temple, the host of the temple is proficient in pharmacology, and can naturally be cured! Presumably the problem will not be too big." ”

"Really?"

"Naturally, monks don't lie!"

When the fat man heard this, he nodded again and again, urging: "Let's go, let's go, what are you waiting for, little monk, let's go now, by the way, where is Mida Temple?"

The little monk said: "Xiangxi! On the Three Buddha Mountains, we will go 1,300 miles!"

When the fat man heard this, he said excitedly: "What the hell? In Xiangxi? It's still 1,300 miles? Before I get to the Mida Temple, the blood will be gone!"

The fat man sat on the ground dejectedly, ignoring his bleeding belly, as if he had broken a jar, looked at Mu Xiaokui, and said seriously: "You little girl, you look handsome, but you are short-tempered, don't you worry about not being able to get married?"

Mu Xiaokui glanced at the fat man and said, "I want you to take care of it, if a big man bleeds, he will scream, the wound is not deep, and he can't die!

Mu Xiaokui casually threw over a jade bottle, and the fat man took the jade bottle and held his stomach for a long time, but he really didn't see the wound under his stomach.

Then he sighed and said, "It's God who wants me to die." When I die, choose a better coffin for me, not red, dull. ”

When Mu Xiaokui heard this, she walked over, this wound was cut by her knife qi, so she couldn't ignore it.

Mu Xiaokui snatched the plaster from the fat man's hand.

"Slow down, slow down!" said the fat man, proudly, and secretly glad that his trick had succeeded.

"If you speak again, the old lady will cut your stomach open to see if your intestines are the same as the pig's intestines?"

The frightened fat man really closed his mouth, and he felt Xiaokui's gentle hand slowly touching the wound, and the wound didn't hurt anymore.

The fat man wished that he had these wounds all over his body at this time, so that Aoi could caress his whole body.

Mu Xiaokui naturally didn't know the evil thoughts of this fat man, if he knew, he would have chopped him up earlier.

The hair fell down, the fat man sniffed the smell of the hair, and saw Mu Xiaokui's delicate side face, he became intoxicated, and actually teased in his mouth: "You are much more beautiful like this, if you can't marry in the future, come to the fat man, the fat man's job is good!"

After speaking, he licked his lips and threw a wink at Mu Xiaokui.

When Mu Xiaokui saw it, she only felt that her stomach was tumbling for a while, which was even more disgusting than the skinned human corpse. Then a knife was put on the fat man's neck, and he shouted:

"If you talk nonsense again, be careful that the old lady castrates you with a knife. ”

The fat man lay on the ground and said with a lewd smile: "If you want to castrate, it is also the head under the castration, what is the head you put the knife on top of me?"

After Mu Xiaokui heard this, her face turned pale, and she raised her knife to behead this obscene person.

The little monk blocked Mu Xiaokui's knife with both hands, and said: "Female donor, don't be angry, this fat donor, although his mouth is not inferior, but his nature is not bad, the little monk is willing to take him back to the temple and cross him into my Buddhism." ”

The fat man stood up and asked, "What is it to enter the Buddha Gate?"

The little monk nodded.

The fat man said, "Isn't that that not allowed to drink, eat meat, and get close to women." ”

The little monk said, "Can't!"

The fat man shook his head again and again, and said, "Don't go, don't go, fat man, I finally managed to climb out of the coffin, just let me be a monk, it's not cost-effective." ”

The little monk let go of Mu Xiaokui's knife and said, "The female benefactor will kill him!"

Mu Xiaokui sneered a few times, making the fat man numb.

The fat man changed his mouth and no longer called 'little monk', but 'little master'.

The little monk recited a Buddha name and said, "The donor has a relationship with my Buddha, and if he doesn't enter the Buddha's door, where else can he go?"

When Ji Chen heard the little monk's words, he laughed dumbly, he had heard the little monk say this. It seems that the person who is more suitable than him in the mouth of the little monk is this fat man.

The little monk remained silent and said: "The fat donor, although he is alive, he was buried in a blood coffin, the donor is not a person in the world, but he can walk in the world, the cause and effect in this, the donor will not know." If the donor does not enter the Buddha gate and covers up the heavenly opportunity, there will be no one in ten that survival. ”

The fat man's face changed greatly, and what the little monk said, every sentence poked in his heart, and every word was broken.

Although his body was more vigorous than being buried in a blood coffin, his body was cold and cold, and he couldn't feel a trace of temperature, and he had no doubt that he would fall down at any time and become a real corpse.

He was originally a tomb robber, and once went down to a large tomb with his companions, and after a lot of hardship, he only found that a huge golden five-clawed golden dragon statue in the main tomb was holding the bloody coffin in his mouth.

Just when everyone was amazed, he was knocked out with a stick.

When I woke up, I was in the blood coffin, and then I faintly heard someone singing, and then the blood coffin became more and more stuffy, and it was like there were thousands of ants biting on my body. In the end, the blood coffin that was finally broken was opened, and Mu Xiaokui, who met him, rushed over with a knife.

It turned out that the sound in the bloody coffin was made by this fat man.

The fat man is a tomb robber, bold and careful, out of the blood coffin, seeing the scene in front of him, although surprised, but not angry, his body is undergoing some wonderful changes, most of them are related to the blood coffin.

The little monk said: "Donor, you can think about it." ”

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just enter your Buddhism, if the fat man is bored, he will run out by himself." ”

The little monk ignored the fat man's words and said, "The benefactor is the blood Maitreya!