The sugar-fried chestnuts have teeth, and the delivery boy turns his head 180°
——In this magical city, Buddhism appoints me to be responsible for physical salvation?
The 12-year-old novice monk Yuan Meng (famous name Zhihui) was devastated.
Liancheng under the mountain mutated overnight:
The glutinous rice cakes in the steamer gnawed through cotton pants, live insects sprayed out from the gas station hose, and even Aunt Wu's pot of Chinese medicine at the street corner was scraping the bottom of the pot and screaming!
The only safe zone in the city was his stingy master who used a "Gong De Lin lighter" to light the Samadhi fire and fooled people with municipal notices.
Until the thick blood mist broke through the mountain door, the master gave him a rechargeable Buddha's Light flashlight:
"Go down the mountain! Find the devil's lair!"
"If you can fight, fight. If you can't fight... Then report them for gas leaks!"
Wearing a torn monk's robe and wearing rubber shoes, Yuan Da was forced to bravely enter the devil's cave.
The imitation magic weapon in the left hand, the caked sugar bowl in the right hand——
Physical transcendence? First, fight the Tusk Trash Can for three rounds!
When the sand sculpture Taoist priest asked for directions with his death compass, the cold swordsman was detained by the traffic police with his controlled knife.
Yuandai held up the "Buddha's Light Illumination·Mindhara Edition" which was sparkling with electricity and fell into deep thought:
Master, what you said about "the true thoughts of people's hearts"...
Can I get a discount for a new pair of shoes?
