Although he still didn't understand the explanations of a series of terms such as 'God Prisoner', 'Godhead', 'Upper Level', and 'Age of Gods', it didn't affect Qin Weijie's listening to the story, and he could probably understand what was going on.
Although he was very curious about the history of magic in this world, Qin Weijie also knew that there were some things that people with a certain status had no right to know, and Qin Weijie did not intend to know too much.
He just needs to know how to get rid of the gaze of the current 'god of death'. It is best to kill the grandson once and for all. Then he can find a place with beautiful scenery, build a house, live in it, and entertain the dog and yoyo bird when he has nothing to do. Bully and bully Tom...
Huh? its not right! My secluded life should be enriched by red sleeves, but why did a Tom wander in! No Tom, no Tom...no gay, no gay! Build him a house next to it, and ask him to marry Elena as his wife. If nothing happens, I will run over and have a meal... Yeah, yeah, perfect!
"Go! What kind of brain circuit do I have! What kind of retirement life is there at this time? I'm already yearning for retirement life before I'm an adult..." Qin Weijie patted his head in annoyance, and then murmured: "That's right! That fake monk seems to know about Master and the others..."
Qin Weijie suddenly remembered that the fake monk told him last night that the old cow's nose had become feathered!
Although Lao Niubi and his senior brother were destined to have bad luck when they went down the mountain, and I had already predicted that such a day would come, I still couldn't help but feel sad when I learned that Lao Niubi was dead.
Now we still need to quickly find those two fake monks and fake half-immortals. They are mysterious and seem to have no ill intentions towards me. They seem to have some relationship with their master, especially the fake half-immortal, who even said that he It's his junior brother.
Although the fake half-immortal is not one of his familiar senior brothers at first glance, the Taoist sects in the world are complicated and it has been almost two thousand years since the Heavenly Master established his ancestral court. Calculated by seniority, as long as he is not a fake half-immortal who cheats money from the countryside, , it can have some relationship.
Maybe that guy who looks like a 'fake half-immortal' is really a disciple of one of my uncles and uncles, and I can't tell you the seniority of the Taoist sect... I can't say!
Soul Mother: "I haven't told you yet, who killed me..."
"Does it matter to me who kills you? Don't waste my time." Qin Weijie pouted and walked out the door: "It's boring if someone kills you. Tell me when someone hits you!"
As he spoke, Qin Weijie directly isolated the Soul Mother in the Netherworld Stone. This guy's sudden appearance had scared him more than once. For the sake of his own heart, Qin Weijie decided to isolate him temporarily.
Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Qin Weijie walked out of Bunker No. 6 in a familiar way, and met an acquaintance as soon as he arrived at the door.
"Lawrence, Old Jack! Have you seen two guys wearing weird clothes?..." Qin Weijie briefly described the appearance of the fake monk and the fake half-immortal, and then looked at Lawrence and Old Jack.
Lawrence and Old Jack started thinking at this time, as if they were recalling the two people Qin Weijie described.
Qin Weijie could conclude from the two people's attitudes towards him that Padrick probably cast a 'forgetting spell' on them or changed their memories.
Needless to say, Old Jack didn't care if he didn't change his memory. Qin Weijie didn't bully him, but Lawrence was different. This guy was locked in an empty room by Qin Weijie for more than a week.
See that bald spot on this guy’s head? That was what Qin Weijie shaved for him, and he didn't even charge for it!
Lawrence: "I thought I saw them near the cooking class half an hour ago!"
"Okay! Thanks Lawrence, I'm leaving first!"
With that said, Qin Weijie walked towards the cooking class.
Looking at Qin Weijie's back, Lawrence scratched the bald patch on his head and said to Old Jack: "Why does the bald patch on my head keep itching when I see this guy Jerry..."
"Go back and rub some ginger!" Old Jack took a puff of his pipe and said.
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A few minutes later, Qin Weijie came to the door of the cooking class. Looking at the time, it was almost a quarter of an hour to eleven o'clock. The cooking class should be busy preparing lunch.
Qin Weijie sneaked in familiarly. During this period, he often accompanied Ergou to steal food. Qin Weijie was also very familiar with the cooking class.
"Catch him! Don't let the fat man escape!"
"Bullshit! Here you go stealing again!"
"It must be this fat man! He's been stealing every day for several weeks, and you still have no shame!!"
There was a loud noise, and a group of foreigners chased the chubby "fake monk" with kitchen knives in their hands, as if they wanted to chop him into pieces.
The fake monk ran, stuffed bread into his mouth, and murmured this explanation in Chinese: "Almsgiver, this poor monk is just hungry and wants to find something to eat! He won't kill everyone~ He put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately!!"
It was rare to see such a lively show, so Qin Weijie tilted his head to watch the show with great interest.
Who would have thought that the fake monk was not very particular. When he saw Qin Weijie watching the show, he ran directly towards Qin Weijie.
"Fellow Taoist, please help us!" As he said this, the fake monk had already arrived in front of Qin Weijie.
Qin Weijie's expression changed, and he felt like he was stepping on Jingyun's upper body. The expression of the God of Death without Crying reappeared instantly: "Boss, don't come over!!"
Qin Weijie wanted to escape, but it was obviously too late.
The fake monk was not polite at all. He stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth, and then an overlord lifted Qin Weijie up with a cauldron: "I'm offended~"
"Nani? What do you want to do?" Qin Weijie asked, but before he finished speaking, he knew the intention of this fake monk.
I saw that the fake monk actually used Qin Weijie as a hidden weapon and sacrificed it, and accurately hit the team of cooks who were chasing him.
The next second, people fell onto their backs. Beneath Qin Weijie lay four or five big men holding kitchen knives, all of them howling like ghosts and wolves.
Qin Weijie was already injured, but now he was even more injured.
Helpless, Qin Weijie could only look up at the sky at forty-five degrees and sighed to himself, 'Who am I to blame?' '
Ten minutes later, Qin Weijie limped and found the fat and white fake monk in a trench.
The fake monk was actually hiding in the trench eating bread and ham with a nonchalant expression, and the fake half-immortal wearing sunglasses sat next to him.
Seeing Qin Weijie coming, the fake monk smiled and gave a Buddhist salute to Qin Weijie: "My little fellow Taoist, Yi Bo Yuntian, is really a great kindness! I don't care about my monk's name, but I would like to thank my little fellow Taoist!"
Qin Weijie: "..."
Qin Weijie has now chopped the monk's heart into pieces. Over the years, only Qin Weijie has bullied others. When has he been bullied like this? After all, this is the first time Qin Weijie has seen a guy who is more shameless than himself!
"You know why I'm looking for you. How did Lao Niubi die? How are my senior brothers?" Qin Weijie was too lazy to argue with such a shameless guy and went straight to the point.
Because Qin Weijie knew very well that this fake monk's "Shameless Magic" skills were much higher than his own, and he had reached the level of "shameless". This kind of person was not something ordinary people like him could deal with.
Monk Buwen smiled and shook his head: "Don't be anxious, blind man, I have met your fellow disciple, why don't you introduce him quickly?"
The fake half-immortal sitting next to him wearing sunglasses did not look at Qin Weijie. He still looked straight ahead. He saluted with his hands and said: "I don't know the name of a poor Taoist, and I don't know the name of a Sanren!"
"Don't hear? Don't ask? You have a strong sense of spirituality with your Dao and Dharma titles!" Qin Weijie couldn't help but complain: "We all know each other, so hurry up and tell my master... No, what's wrong with that old bull nose!"
"My little fellow Taoist, I haven't introduced you to your Taoist name yet..." Monk Buwen said.
Qin Weijie was a little irritated: "No"
"Let's pick one up. Although the Dharma name should have been given by the master, my little fellow Taoist disciple suffered a disaster, and now you are the only one left. Anyway, the Dharma name is just a code name, and you are the only one. I'll make one myself!" No matter how bad the monk was, he had a smile on his face.
"So casual!?"
Don’t ask the monk: “I can be so casual with you!”
"Can't I just take it?"
“It’s impossible not to take it”
"You won't tell me what's going on with Niubi without taking the Tao number?"
"Don't tell~" Monk Buwen took a bite of the oily ham, his mouth full of oil and a smile on his face.
Qin Weijie was extremely annoyed by being forced to do so, and simply decided to randomly choose a Taoist nickname: "Ganbald Donkey! My Taoist name is Ganbald Donkey!"
