Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

Monks would call him Amitabha if they wanted to ask for a meal, while Taoists would call him Heavenly Sovereign Immeasurable if they tried to cheat money. This was already a consensus among the people.    

    

However, when a bald donkey, who was a monk, called out to Heavenly Sovereign Immeasurable in his Taoist robes, Zhang San and the others did not know whether to regard him as a monk or a Taoist.    

    

It's a good habit for Upwards Ho! to not understand. Li Si is such a person." If you don't understand, ask me. It's a good habit for Upwards Ho!. Li Si is such a person.    

    

The monk was not angry. He walked slowly until he was seven or eight meters away from the stone house before stopping and saying," You are a bald donkey, and a bald donkey is also a mixed hair. Whether you are a bald donkey or a mixed hair, it doesn't matter.    

    

"Damn, stop pretending to be so pretentious."    

    

Zhang San picked up the gun in his right hand and sneered, "Honest Monk, we don't have the time to talk nonsense with you here. Hurry up and hand over the thing to avoid any discomfort."    

    

Honest Monk maintained his current posture and asked calmly, "What do you want me to hand over, Leader Shi?"    

    

Li Si took a step forward, "Naturally, it's that scripture. Honest Monk, you changed your mind and went back to the shore. We don't care, but we hope that you will eventually become a big road. "So, that thing became a burden to you when you cultivate. You'd better hand it over so that it won't delay your cultivation."    

    

Honest Monk laughed, "What benefactor said is unreasonable. Although extroverts do not value worldly possessions, they will not casually hand them over to anyone else. "    

    

Li Si asked, "Then who do you plan to hand over the scripture to?"    

    

Before Honest Monk could say anything, the Honored Disciple sneered: "Of course it's fated people."    

    

Honest Monk looked at the envoy standing in the shadow with a complicated look in his eyes. However, he soon became clear-headed and sat down cross-legged on the ground. He slightly bowed his head and said, "Benefactor is right.    

    

The envoy's voice was somewhat shrill as he asked, "Then, who is the fated one?"    

    

Honest Monk replied, "Naturally, it's someone fated."    

    

"F * ck, I don't have time to waste on you. I'll give you three seconds to consider, but if you hand it over, you won't die!"    

    

Zhang San, who had a short temper, immediately opened up his insurance and cursed, "There are no longer any old fogeys protecting you now. What are you counting on to resist?"    

    

Honest Monk replied with a smile, "If I die, then no one will be able to get that book anymore. So, benefactor, please make your move as quickly as you can … in fact, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, because I'm tired of living."    

    

Zhang San was stunned.    

    

Honest Monk was not afraid of death. It was just as he said, he was very tired after he came to his senses. To him, being killed meant being released, but if Zhang San really wanted to kill him, then he shouldn't even think about finding that book.    

    

Honest Monk's life and death meant nothing to the organization, but they had to get the scripture.    

    

The envoy slowly said: "Honest Monk, you are forcing us to use force. I hope you can endure the pain."    

    

Honest Monk sighed heavily and said to Heavenly Sovereign Immeasurable , "Female Donor, the slaughter you committed was heavy enough. Before that, you would suffer countless ghosts pestering you every night. Do you still not understand?"    

    

The envoy was hiding in the shadows of the forest, so he couldn't see her appearance. However, when Honest Monk said this, Zhang San and the others saw her body shudder as she screamed, "How did you know!?"    

    

Just as Honest Monk said, the person that Zhang San and the others had addressed as an envoy had had a nightmare every night for the past six months. He dreamed that those who trusted her and dared to give her their backs to her when danger came, were all standing in front of her window.    

    

Some of them had blood on their faces, some had lost their heads, and some of them even had a big hole in their hearts. Some of them had even had blood on their faces, and some of them had even had a big hole in their hearts.    

    

It was a very weird and scary smile. She couldn't use any words to describe it, and could only open her eyes in fright. When she sat up, she realized that it was a dream, and cold sweat made her feel as if she had just jumped out of the water.    

    

A person might not have cared much about having this nightmare twice, but when she had the same nightmare almost every night, the torment she was going through should have been worse than death.    

    

Within a month of this nightmare, the envoy had quickly withered away or his spirit had been weakened to the extreme. If not for her deep cultivation base, he would have had a mental breakdown.    

    

It was because the night was her hell that she went to work in a nightclub.    

    

In a nightclub, she could stay up all night and spend her rest hours during the day.    

    

Although he also had that nightmare during the day, in the end, the Yang Qi during the day was greater. Even if he had that nightmare, he would not be as afraid as before.    

    

Through various methods and her own cultivation, she had finally gradually broken away from that nightmare, or perhaps from those people.    

    

A few days ago, she always had the dream of getting the life of a wrongdoer. It was a secret of an envoy and a memory that she did not dare to recall. She forced herself to forget about it.    

    

"If you don't do something shameful and are not afraid of ghosts knocking at your door, that is the truth." "Foolish child, you actually want to see what is over there!"    

    

Honest Monk once again smiled at the Honored Warrior's behavior. He raised his hand and pointed to the deep part of the forest behind her.    

    

The Imperial Envoy subconsciously turned around.    

    

Zhang San and the others also looked at the forest. Other than the light sound of the rain, it was completely dark and devoid of anything else. They sneered in their hearts and were just about to say that Honest Monk would play tricks on them, but suddenly, the envoy screamed: "Ah, you all don't come here, don't come here!"    

    

The envoy's voice was sharp and filled with great fear. It was as if he had woken up in the middle of the night and discovered that there was a terrifying skeleton in his bed.    

    

What did she see?    

    

Just as Zhang San and Li Si's nerves were taut, Exorcist raised his flute and blew with his drum!    

    

The flute music that the Exorcist had let out before sounded sharp and shrill, like a ferocious ghost that had been caught in a metal gate and was being squeezed out of its bones, making people shudder when they heard it.    

    

However, right now, the sound of the Exorcist's flute was just like the buddhist light that was rumored to be able to shine everywhere. It was peaceful, solemn and solemn, carrying along with it warmth like the white snow in the sun.    

    

Even the myriad of poisonous snakes were all lying lazily in the grass, coiling up and not moving at all.    

    

The excited envoy quickly calmed down and let out a long sigh of relief. The evil spirits with broken limbs that she had seen a moment ago instantly disappeared. All she saw was a gentle breeze blowing through the treetops.    

    

Honest Monk, on the other hand, suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and revealed a look of surprise and admiration. However, he quickly recovered and slowly said: "As expected of the Greedy Wolf Exorcist, the calmness in his hands can be considered to have reached perfection."    

    

"This is an exorcism spell."    

    

The Exorcist spoke with a gentle voice: "Honest Monk, with your status, aren't you using such a low level method to scare others? Don't you think you're losing your status?"    

    

Honest Monk replied coldly, "This old monk is just a tomb watcher, what kind of status does he have?"    

    

Exorcist chuckled, the solemn atmosphere just now was swept away, and it was filled with an obvious lewdness. "Hehe, Honest Monk, your words are considered to be dirty. Back then, you were Master of Middle Palace, one of the three great Palace Master s of Anggui Cult. Below one person and above tens of thousands of people, there would be hundreds of people under your command, with countless numbers of people under your command. "    

    

The Exorcist said as he slowly walked out of the forest: "In Anggui Cult, only you, Master of Middle Palace, can do this, even if it's the Anggui King. Honest Monk, I am very confused. Just now, when you were focused on training the Spirit Master Cholera, I wonder if you thought about Handler Forest yourself? In the Handler Forest, there are more than one thousand three hundred subordinates with Anggui Cult.    

    

After saying that, Exorcist's voice suddenly became sharp, "Tai! Come to think of it, you are the biggest murderer in this world, you old bald donkey! One thousand and three hundred living people, killed because of your erroneous instructions. Aren't you afraid that the ghosts will come after you at night? "    

    

"Amitabha!"    

    

Honest Monkgao chanted the Buddhist prayer. His body began to tremble and his breathing became heavier, as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on his shoulder. He couldn't bear it and could collapse at any time.    

    

Before this, Honest Monk had always been shouting 'Heavenly Sovereign Immeasurable ', but now he was saying 'Amitabha'. This was not a slip of the tongue, nor was it intentional, it was a kind of instinct.    

    

The fact that the Exorcist used his methods to deal with the envoy made him suddenly think of a battle in Handler Forest.    

    

Exorcist was right. In last year's Handler Forest battle, there were more than one thousand three hundred fanatics. Everyone could be considered to have reached the level of Anggui Cult, but on the last night, all of them were annihilated.    

    

The fact that so many people had been annihilated was closely related to Honest Monk's command. If he was in charge in the past, such a tragic scene would not have happened.    

    

However, at that time, victory was already in his grasp, yet he had followed Sun Tianyang to the Mengal, and waited there quietly for the good news — thus, Honest Monk had to bear all the responsibility for the destruction of his more than thirteen hundred subordinates.    

    

When he first received that news, no matter if Honest Monk was shocked, angry, or scared, he didn't feel guilty at all. As the saying goes, once a general achieves success, his bones will dry up; in order to achieve great things, what did those people have to do with their deaths?    

    

However, when he arrived at White Cloud Monastery and was pushed aside by Old Taoist, he finally knew how sinful and grave his actions were!    

    

If it wasn't because of Old Taoist asking him to be the next tomb guard before his death, Honest Monk would have probably committed suicide long ago to apologize... A man who returns to the world of conscience and humanity cannot tolerate the great crimes that have been committed.    

    

Tonight, after being disturbed by the Exorcist, Honest Monk immediately thought of that battle. The people who died had cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, after chanting the Buddhist prayer, they clasped their hands together and drooped their heads.    

    

After clearly sensing the change in Honest Monk's temperament, Exorcist's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and said: "Old monk, do you still have any need to persevere? It's time to hand over that scripture and go to the place where you need to go! "    

    

"Where should I go?"    

    

Honest Monk was stunned for a moment, then he slowly raised his head and muttered, "Not bad, not bad, it's time to go where I should be. Thank you for your advice." As for that scripture, it's in Wen Chang … "    

    

Just as he said that, he suddenly heard a loud shout from the Rotunda side: "Tai!"