The monks began to narrate miserable nagging and played the sympathy card.

Yang Su was not interested, while Li Hongru was very disappointed.

These monks are indeed very rich, but that happened before their lifetime.

Because they are very valuable, they are also killed by others for money.

"Look, no matter who is rich or who is greedy for money, no one will end up well," Yang Su said.

There are too many examples of dying from money.

Five or six hundred monks in the temple died for this and were killed and buried in the underground of the temple.

When the monks entered the underworld, they didn't care how the bones of the past rotted.

But the monks could not do anything to the evil people they once did at this time.

With all efforts, they only tied up the evil spirit to come, and could not be liberated when chanting scriptures.

"I hope the two donors will help me with one arm. After the Ullambana Festival, the evil man will no longer be able to hold on and will force himself into the cycle of reincarnation, and it will be difficult for us to reunite again," Yankong asked for help.

"He wants us to kill a ghost," Li Hongru and Tao.

"Evening revenge requires people, this is the end of not practicing well," Yang Su said shamelessly: "If these monks use more skills, they can still be a Yin soldier and Yin general in one or two hundred years."

"That evil man has become a human immortal. It is not just that the little monk and others can catch up by practicing hard in the underworld."

"Human Immortal?"

Yang Su exclaimed in surprise, but became a little interested.

The immortal among humans can be called a human immortal.

This type of people live in the human world all year round, and their strength and lifespan are much better than ordinary people.

If Li Hongru could live for one or two hundred years and show abnormalities with ordinary people, he could also call him a human immortal.

Every immortal has some origins of cultivation and has certain unique conditions.

Yang Su was not interested in the ghosts of these monks, but he was a little interested in the ghosts of this human immortal.

He pushed open the door and immediately let the monks give in.

Among the many monks, there is a yin fire illuminating and a large amount of yin fire burning.

Above the Yin Fire, there was an old monk's ghost with a wrinkled face tied.

The ghost of this immortal has no combat power, but his cultivation is deep, so he is not afraid of the burning of the yin fire that the monks gather.

Many monks kept chanting scriptures and promoted Yin Fire, which made him frown and muttered to chant scriptures in his mouth.

As Yang Su walked forward, fear flashed in some monks' eyes, which also woke the old monk up.

"This mansion, the little monk was kidnapped by so many monks, and they burned me with yin fire. The method was cruel. I hope the mansion would help me to go to the cycle of reincarnation early."

Seeing Yang Su, the old monk also looked frightened.

He said another set of words, hoping that Yang Su could untie his restraints and allow him to enter the underworld safely.

"Old monk Jinchi, it was you who set up a trap in Guanyin Zen Temple, which made me unable to rest after my death. At this time, I was still talking nonsense and quibbling," Yankong said loudly.

"quibble!"

"quibble!"

"quibble!"

...

For a moment, all the monks knocked on the wooden fish and shouted.

This made Yang Su frown.

"Shut up!"

He roared, and the white bone resentful soul aura was released.

In just a moment, many monks felt the endless wailing of the resentful soul.

Compared to Yang Su's body, the grievances they endured were like fires of stars and were not worth mentioning.

"If you know any benefits and secrets, you will spit it out, otherwise I wouldn't mind meeting the requirements of these useless monks!"

Yang Su pulled it casually and grabbed the old monk Jinchi into his hand.

The Yin fire that many monks chanted was entangled in his hands and then quickly extinguished.

"You are a great person. As long as you let these damn monks die, I will tell you a great benefit, which is definitely the benefit of satisfying your identity!"

The old monk Jinchi opened his turbid eyes. He looked at the monks, which immediately caused the monks to panic.

For a moment, some monk ghosts flew away from afar.

"how so?"

Yankong looked confused.

The people they invited had no sense of justice or mercy.
Chapter completed!