"What exactly do you want?"
For a while, the feeling of fatigue kept reappearing in his mind, and he was almost suppressing his sleepiness while talking to Wang Ye.
So I got a little irritated.
"that..."
Wang Ye shyly scratched his brand new bald head, smiled, and took out a wooden bucket: "Can I give you some of your blood?"
"After all, blood..."
"Cultivation of the body..."
"Let me also feel the mighty glory of Buddha!"
Sure enough, the word "Buddha" was the old monk's weakness. After Wang Ye finished speaking: "Come!"
The old monk stretched out his arm without hesitation: "You do it first, and I'll sleep first... take a nap."
As he spoke, the old monk's eyes gradually closed.
Wang Ye took out a dagger and scratched the old monk's wrist.
Unscathed.
...
Damn, these old guys from the Buddhist country are getting harder and harder.
What a real old bastard!
Wang Ye cursed secretly, and when he saw that the old monk had fallen asleep, he felt furious in his heart and took out the bone scraper.
Coincidentally.
He got this from another old bald ass.
Its other functions are average, and it seems more like it is specifically targeted at the bodies of these old bald donkeys.
Sure enough, a slight scratch with the bone scraper.
A wound appeared on the old monk's wrist.
The blood kept flowing.
Nothing was wasted, and Wang Ye collected it all into the barrel.
Like a faucet.
The old monk who had just fallen into a deep sleep suddenly felt weak in his body and forced himself to open his eyes.
At this time, the wooden barrel in front of Wang Ye was already half full...
Feeling that the old monk was about to wake up, Wang Ye quickly put the barrel into a cloth bag, then took out a small glass bottle and put three drops in it.
The old monk looked at the glass bottle and nodded with satisfaction.
"I really didn't see the wrong person."
"You little guy, you are not greedy!"
Wang Ye was praised by the old monk, and his face turned red for a moment: "After all, I took your blood, Buddha, more to feel your breath, to worship you day and night, and to express my respect."
"Send me to the Buddha's deep sleep."
"Canaan awaits the day when you awaken."
After speaking, Wang Ye clasped his hands together with a very sincere expression: "By the way, the relics above the main hall..."
Wang Ye pointed.
"Thank you."
The old monk said lightly, flew back to his own pit, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Breathing is gradually weakening.
Eventually it stopped.
Wang Ye breathed a silent sigh of relief, took off the illuminated relic above the hall, and put it away.
For a moment, the light source was lost, and the hall became dark.
At this time, the main hall was empty except for a few sleeping old monks.
It can be said that everything of some use has been put into Wang Ye's pocket.
Compared to searching for that peer outside.
What is professionalism?
that's!
The so-called wealth is obtained through danger. With this operation, you will either be slapped to death, or you will be extremely rich!
Fortunately, when this pool of merit washed his body, it also washed away hair and other debris.
The so-called Buddhist country...
Three thousand trouble threads.
Therefore, it is understandable that the pond water in the Buddhist Kingdom purifies hair.
only...
I have to bear this bald head for a while.
Wang Ye sighed, left the main hall, passed through the long passage, and returned to the temple again.
Looking at this dilapidated temple, Wang Ye had no nostalgia at all.
After all, he moved all the greatest treasures of this temple away, and those bits and pieces outside...
snort.
I don’t like it!
As for the old monk who revived one day and caused trouble for himself.
First of all, he is only one level higher than me, although in this realm, being one level higher is already an absolute crushing.
And the blue color he exudes is already blue and purple...
But when he comes out, his strength will also increase, and he will not necessarily be weaker than him!
Besides...
It was obviously Canaan who deceived him and took away all the treasures.
Just look it up, ask whatever you want.
The contemporary Buddhist disciple is Canaan, so what does it have to do with Wang Ye?
For a moment, Wang Ye felt happy!
Unexpectedly, he was pranked by the post office and was given a strange mission.
In the end, I got a lot of high-level ghost weapons.
With the support of the iron piece, he made rapid progress and officially entered the king level.
He took revenge on the old ghost, completely removed the stone that was weighing on his heart, and seemed to be able to obtain some information from the old ghost's mouth.
The most important thing...
So many Buddhist utensils, relics, and half a bucket of Arhat's essence and blood...
Get rich overnight!
I didn’t expect that the mission I gained the most from would be this one?
At this time, the mail truck had absorbed almost all the energy. Wang Ye sat comfortably on the mail truck and drove the mail truck away, disappearing into the wasteland.
The only flaw is...
It seems that I have offended a bunch of more ghosts. I need to be more careful when I enter the wasteland in the future.
Or, you can see if you can work hard and get the mask from the post office, so that walking in the wasteland will be much more practical.
And that mask is also related to a plan behind him!
Therefore, it is inevitable to win!
Wang Ye took a deep breath and returned to his own hell.
Parking the car downstairs of the Tianzhu branch, the wooden door of the No. 7 grocery store closed with a bang.
Wang Ye rolled his eyes and muttered: "It's not as refreshing as that old bald donkey from the Buddhist country."
After speaking, Wang Ye came to Zhang Ziliang's office.
At this time, Zhang Ziliang was holding a pen and jotting down something on the paper. The moment he saw Wang Ye, his expression was a little dull, and he didn't even notice that the pen in his hand fell on the desk.
After a long time, Zhang Ziliang said quietly: "We just united the front yesterday. Are you going to rebel and join the Buddhist Kingdom today?"
Wang Ye looked at his bald head and the bright cassock in the mirror, and felt a little scared for a moment.
According to his own description, the Buddhist country is already in terrible condition.
Where do you get the resources to wear such a good cassock for yourself? It's bright and shiny, without a trace of dust.
Is this a Buddhist who is struggling to find a solution in the wasteland?
It's obviously a big fish and meat trip.
so close.
Fortunately, the old monk was not very intelligent, so long live the side effects.
"Stop making trouble, I just did something!"
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang mysteriously and said.
Zhang Ziliang was a little curious: "Why, you went to the barber shop to have your head shaved and beat the barber?"
...
Wang Ye glanced at him and said lightly: "Open the seeds!"
Zhang Ziliang's expression became solemn. He knew that Wang Ye would not use such a precious thing easily if it was not a big deal.
The spiritual power spreads and the seeds are nourished again.
The blocking is in effect.
Wang Ye casually took out his alms bowl and threw it on the table with a little carelessness, as if there was nothing valuable inside.
Zhang Ziliang subconsciously picked it up and checked it.
Soon, his body began to tremble.
"Did you dig up the Buddhist ancestral grave?"
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