Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 211: The Return of the East China Sea

After being beaten up by the obsessive Yuan last time, Bai Wuqiu had a bottom line against this fat monk in his heart. Now seeing him come to the door again, Er Lengzi's heart aroused, and he changed his habit of scolding the street before he started. After taking off his coat, he rushed towards Zhi Fan Yuan.

This time, Misty Yuan had already made preparations. When Bai Wuqiu took off his clothes, the fat monk began to meditate on the Buddha's words. At the same time Er Leng Zi rushed over, a layer of golden light appeared on Zhi Fan Yuan's chubby body, and this golden light grew when it met the wind. By the time Bai Wuqiu rushed in front of him, the golden light of the body protection was more than half a chi long.

When Er Lengzi's fist was about to hit Zhimi Yuan's chest, the fat monk shouted at it with wide eyes angrily: "Bah!" With just one word, the golden light on his body instantly skyrocketed. The moment Bai Wuqiu's body touched the golden light, it was like being hit by a powerful force. Er Lengzi spat out a mouthful of donated blood on the spot, and flew backwards with a straight body. After flying out a dozen feet away, it landed in the courtyard of the big mansion. Looking at the blood-covered appearance is a little scary, but fortunately, there should be no serious problem with Bai Wuqiu's chest up and down. After rolling on the ground, Er Lengzi stood up swayingly.

Wu Mian and Zhi Mi Yuan have played against each other before, and know the depth of the fat monk's magic. Although Bai Wuqiu's ability is not as good as this monk, it is not so different. At the moment, after seeing his nephew and grandson being beaten, the white-haired man sneered, and was about to go over to Bai Wuqiu to call the shots. The old guy pointed at Er Leng Zi who was struggling to get up and smiled, and said to the white-haired man, "If I'm embarrassed, the old man will try to guess if it's my old man's own life. It's..."

After finishing a sentence, Wu Mian gave the old guy a white look, and snorted, not intending to go any further. After returning home, he smiled and stopped the cheap son who was about to rush over again: "Silly boy, his techniques are weird, and he specializes in restraining monsters and souls. Even if your elder brother Baijiang arrives, he may not be able to win this. The monk's weird magic. Come back, hit the little one, and the old one will decide for you."

Although Bai Wuqiu is a fool, he is not stupid. Just now, it seemed as if someone had hit him in the chest with a heavy hammer. As the old guy said, his magic was restrained to death by this fat monk. At that moment, Er Lengzi stopped, glanced at the 'biological father' who was walking slowly and obsessively, and said, "Old guy, anyway, your son was beaten just now. You can do it as a father, I You are so old, you are not willing to beat the old man... Old man, you really have not beaten the old man, have you?"

"Old man, I and everyone are reasonable." After Gui Bugui said with a smile, he had already reached the position of less than two or three feet away from the obsessive Yuan. After smiling at the monk, he lowered his head and started to roll up his sleeves. Whoever saw this was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to hit someone.

After the fat monk was taught a lesson by Wu Mian before, he knew that he was probably not the opponent of this old guy. At the moment, he slowly stepped back and said to the old guy who was getting closer and closer: "Old donor, you saw it clearly just now, it was your son who rushed over to the monk first. Senior brother who hid the monk, Do you want to kill people?"

Hearing Zhimi Yuan talking about this, Gui Bugui suddenly became interested, he stopped, smiled at the fat monk, and said, "Monk, if your senior brother can't be found, it will also be counted in ours. on your head?"

Seeing that the return will not come for the time being, the stubborn Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Immediately after he snorted, he said to the old guy: "My senior brother promised to return in three months. Yesterday was the promised period for his return, and he has not come back. Senior brother always walks his word, and now he doesn't. When he comes back, you must have designed him to hide him. Maybe senior brother and his old man have already caught your poison! You are so cruel, you have pity on my senior brother who has been a monk for the seventh generation. You will die..."

Hearing Zhimiyuan talking to himself, he seemed to have witnessed the old monk being strangled to death by Kuaibugui, and then his body was destroyed. The old guy gave a wry smile, no need to continue listening. Immediately, his body swayed in front of the fat monk, and before he could react, Zhimi Yuan reached out a finger and tapped on the fat monk's chest. The old guy's movements were not fast, but as he watched obsessively, he couldn't avoid it.

As the old guy's fingers stretched out, the golden light on Zhi Mi Yuan's body spread out like a mist, and he didn't dare to touch the fingers of the returnees.

The instant the old guy's fingers touched Stubborn Yuan's chest, the fat monk first spurted out a mouthful of blood. Finally, the body straightened and flew backwards. This posture is exactly the same as the posture Er Lengzi was knocked out just now, and even the flying distance is almost the same, repeating the process of Bai Wuqiu being knocked out just now.

After the little monk brought by the obsessive Yuan didn't see well, they all rushed over to check the master's injury. But before they could pass, the fat monk had already jumped up from the ground, "Namo Amitabha!" After shouting the Buddha's name, Stubborn Misty Yuan strode over towards Gui Bugui. As he walked, he continued to roar: "Is there still Wang Fa? You hurt my senior brother with poisonous hands, and now you want to kill the monk again? Come on! The monk goes down to reunite with the senior brother! The monk died here today, and it is the grandson who dares not do it!"

When I said these words, I was stunned for a while. I looked back at Bai Wuqiu, who was staring at the obsessed Yuan, ready to rush over at any time. After laughing aloud, he said to his cheap son, "Go back and ask your mother if you had a twin brother..."

Yesterday, it was unreasonable to be obsessed with Yuan Yuan, but after all, he had been cultivating in front of the Buddha for many years, and he did not reveal his true nature. Now that the life and death of the old monk is unknown, the fat monk can't take much care of it in a panic, and reveals his true appearance. Although the ability to scold the street is much worse, there is more rogue in the words, and this idiot is a little bit worse.

"Bah! He deserves it too!" After Bai Wuqiu spat, just as he was about to say a few more words, Er Lengzi's eyes suddenly widened, and he said to his 'biological father', "Be careful, old man! This stinking shameless jerk!"

When Er Lengzi was talking, Zhi Mi Yuan had already taken out a demon-subduing pestle with sharp points on both sides from his robe, and stabbed it in his lower abdomen, who was paying attention to his cheap son. Just as he was about to tie it, the old guy seemed to have eyes on his back. Reaching out from behind, he made a virtual point on the tip of the demon-subduing pestle, and after a loud "Bang!", the demon-subduing pestle in Zhimiyuan's hand was already blown to powder. The fat monk's fingers were also bloody, but that's it, Zhi Mi Yuan didn't even step back, he held up his almost disabled hand and pinched it towards the neck of the return.

At this moment, a Buddha's name suddenly sounded behind him, "Namo Amitabha! Obsessed! What did I tell you when I went out, do you want to be mad at me?"

After hearing this sentence, Zhimin Yuan shivered all over. Then he ignored whether to return or not, and turned back to look at the position where the sound came from. I saw my senior brother appearing twenty feet behind him, and a monk wearing a bamboo hat followed behind his senior brother.

"Senior brother, you'd be fine if you didn't die, you scared me to death as a monk..." Seeing that his senior brother was in good condition, he grinned stubbornly and began to cry. He also didn't care about the injury on his hand. When wiping away his tears, he wiped the blood from his hand on his face, looking at this tall and fat monk with blood on his face, which was indescribably terrifying.

At this time, the old monk also came over. Aiming at Gui Bugui, he folded his hands and said, "Let the donor laugh, my junior brother is usually fine, but nothing happens. Originally, I should have some strength to cultivate the Dharma for decades. A benefactor."

Guibugui smiled and said, "Don't be polite, great monk, this is coming back from the East China Sea? Is that the former grand master Xu Fu standing behind you?"

"Old monk, I don't have the fate to meet Master Xu Fu." After the old monk shook his head, he continued: "But this time I also gained something. I have a new disciple at sea. Come, Guangxiao, see you. Several donors..."

When he was speaking, the monk behind him had already taken off his hat, revealing a bald head with a familiar face. It was Guangxiao who had been an alchemist for many years...