Chapter 910: The old thief is bald! Release your grandpas quickly!

Seeing the old monk chasing ghosts, the few little monks were not supervised, and finally they were free to stretch and yawn.
Zhuang Mengdie snickered. It turned out that these guys were just pretending to sit there and chanting sutras. Now as soon as the old monk leaves, they immediately have everything to do like herding sheep.
"Master chases out, when will he come back?"
"Then who knows, maybe three to five days, maybe thirty to fifty years, in short, the master will not come back unless she catches her."
"Go! Brother, you are making trouble again, telling the truth, what are you talking about Journey to the West?"
"It's just a matter of saying, the master will be back soon, just a female ghost. Just now, the male ghost masters can't do it in one move."
"I hope that Master will come back later, so that we can relax for a while."
At this time, several young monks found Zhuang Mengdie hiding in the bushes and immediately surrounded her.
"Oh? It's you again a liar, how can you always see you? Where are you holy? Say!"
"Didn't your master tell you? I and you are not in the same world. You are also asked to leave me alone, saying that your master doesn't care about me, you apprentices, why are you always awkward?"
"The master said that it is the master's responsibility. Now that the master is not there, it is us hoops who are in charge. If you are smart now, you should behave honestly, otherwise, we will be rude to you."
Faced with a few little monks approaching unkindly, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help shouting, "Butterfly, save me!"
However, unfortunately, the issuing card did not show up.
Several young monks laughed loudly, "Female liar, you call it, no one will come by shouting at your throat." After speaking, they all rushed towards Zhuang Mengdie.
At this moment, a figure flew like a bird, and stopped between a few young monks and Zhuang Mengdie.
"Hugh is rude!"
Seeing that the person who came was an old monk, Zhuang Mengdie immediately had a good time.
Several young monks saw the master coming back, knowing that they were wrong, and quickly found excuses to escape.
The old monk stared at Zhuang Mengdie suspiciously, "My apprentice bullied you just now, why did you shout Butterfly to save me?"
Zhuang Mengdie smiled, "Yelling casually."
"What people call at a critical juncture must be a very important person, at least the person you think can save you. Come on, who is the butterfly?"
"Well, actually the butterfly I called is just a hairpin."
Seeing the old monk so persistent, Zhuang Mengdie had to tell the truth.
The old monk couldn't laugh or cry, "Issuing a card? Can issuing a card save you? Isn't it ridiculous?"
"I think so too, don't we just live in an absurd world? I am used to living in an absurd world."
At this time, the urn that contained several big men suddenly shook violently, and the urn made loud bangs from time to time.
The little monks screamed in terror, "Master, the ghosts in the urn are going crazy."
The old monk glanced at Zhuang Mengdie, "You are so self-conscious. You are always weird. I don't understand what's going on with you." After finishing speaking, he flew towards the urn.
Unexpectedly, the ghosts in the urn became more and more fierce. They worked hard together in the urn, and the plug that sealed Weng's mouth was a bit overwhelming, and the talisman attached to the plug was stunned.
The little monk said, "Master, what should I do? Those ghosts won't run out, will they?"
The old monk said, "It's okay. Now they are soaked up, and after soaking up, their magic power becomes stronger, so they are now going to break the cork and escape together."
"Why do they wake up after such a while, and they wake up really fast."
The old monk said, "Do you think people are drunk. It takes one night to wake up from drunkenness. If you are a ghost, the alcohol will pass because they don’t have a physical body. Alcohol can’t be kept in the body. I'll wake up soon."
The little monk said, "Oh, that's how it is. Master is still smart."
As soon as the voice fell, there was another bang in the urn.
This time even the talisman tape plug was shaken to a corner.
From that corner came the roar of several big men.
"Old thief is bald! Release your grandpas quickly! Let them go faster, and grandpa won't care about what happened just now. If you slow down, your grandpas will definitely not forgive you!"
The old monk laughed loudly, "You wild ghosts are really funny, you are already in a deep trap, and you are still in the urn to talk to me about the conditions. It's really a horrible thing! You talk to me about the conditions, you think Will I promise to let you out?"
"Old bald donkey, Hugh is so nonsense, telling you to let us go, don't talk about anything useless. Carefully grandpa go out and make you look good!"
The old monk said, "My dear grandson, today Lao Na has taken you in. Hugh is so noisy and annoyed with Lao Na. I immediately told you good grandchildren to disperse their souls!"
"Old bald donkey, we are not scared, you will let us out immediately if there is a kind of donkey, don't engage in tricks of deceiving ghosts and drinking talisman wine in private to get us hooked."
The old monk laughed loudly, "In order to subdue my good grandchildren, I have already prepared an altar of talisman wine and keep your dear grandchildren drinking it once and twice. How about it? The taste of talisman wine is not bad, right? ?"
"This old bald donkey is so maddening that we have gotten into his sleeve today. Brothers, hurry up, let's open the plug, and the old miscellaneous hair won't recruit us."
Next, a few big guys shouted one, two, three from the urn, seeing that they were planning to go up together.
The stopper had already been pushed a small corner, and even the talisman that sealed the stopper showed signs of loosening. If it was pushed sharply by a few big men, it was estimated that the stopper would be topped off, and then a few big men would grab the urn.
At this time, the situation is extremely critical.
The little monk exclaimed, "Master, quickly find a way, don't let them run away."
The old monk sternly said, "You all shut up, it's so noisy!"
The little monks were silent, staring at the urn with wide eyes.
The old monk took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, bit his middle finger, dripped blood on the talisman, and then silently recited the spell and stuck the talisman on the stopper.
Fu Yi sticks to the stopper, and the stopper makes a strange creaking sound, sealing the small corners of the previous big guys.
"This old bastard, we can't get out at all!"
"It's over! The urn is as black as the bottom of a pot, stay in it, I will be crazy sooner or later!"
"I curse the old thief for being bald, and curse him for being a monk from generation to generation!"
As the little horn was sealed, the roar of several big men disappeared instantly.
The old monk frowned and said, "In fact, it's good to be a monk. Why have to curse it for generations?"