Unable to answer this, Yang Zhao activated the transfer method.

"It seems that you have a good relationship with this great monk."

The beautiful woman in black looked disgusted: "I am not a good friend to me. Before he died, I like to eat wise creatures the most. He refused to let me say that it would damage my destiny. I would annoy me so annoyed me every day. After he died, I felt that this wise creature would not taste so good, otherwise I would have to taste whatever he said."

Forehead……….

It seems that the relationship between the two is very good, but the beautiful woman in black has a strong appetite and a little mixed recipe.

"Monkey, this little girl beside me said that you may want the fallen leaves to return to your roots, so I will bring her to see you. It's better if you go home, so you can save yourself from being roasted by the ground fire here, and you will always be greedy for me."

The beautiful woman in black raised her chin, and Yang Zhao was polite and said in Chinese: "My younger generation, Yunyang, Yang Zhao, met the master."

After the ceremony, she stood up straight: "I am from Shenzhou, Chixian. You are here because you don't know the years. Do you want to return to your hometown?"

There was no movement in the small grave bag, and the beautiful woman in black laughed out loud.

"I've said it a long time ago that he is so stingy. I discussed with him how many times he asked him to move his grave, but he didn't want to. How could a strange little girl come and he just agree?"

Just like his body, although it looks extremely miserable, it doesn't look like he has been dead for many years.

The beautiful woman in black turned around and left with an umbrella, and Yang Zhao could only say goodbye.

The beautiful woman in black circled around the pit for a while, calming her emotions.

Yang Zhao turned around and hurriedly caught up with the beautiful woman in black. She was afraid that the beautiful woman in black would be angry and left herself here. Then she would not even know how to go back.

"How long have you been dead? Why don't you tell me if you want to go back home?"

Yang Zhao: "Senior, I just said that it is possible that the Buddhist sect he believes in has this allusion."

"He has only one corpse left now. How could he be more powerful than me? But he is already dead. He doesn't want to, and I don't want to force it."

If Yang Zhao knew before his death, he had a friend who was always thinking about eating his body, she would not dare to let the other party help to move the grave.

"I said monk, do you really want to go back to your hometown?"

"Monster, you're just roasted by the ground fire here. I'm too lazy to see you later."

The metal sound they heard just now should have been made from the bowl.

Now, it is very likely that this was kicked short by the beautiful woman in black.

"Everyone in our place attaches great importance to death. People who die are most likely to be blasphemous. If you bite a few bites when he is alive, he may still accept it."

The beautiful woman in black, with a sneer on her face, kicked her two feet into the grave again.

Yang Zhao licked his lips and smirked.

The blood has a light golden color, bright colors, and there is no oxidation and solidification.

The beautiful woman in black turned her head in surprise and looked at Yang Zhao: "That is to say, when he was alive, I could taste the taste, why?"

The 20-centimeter small grave seemed to have turned into ten centimeters. Before the thick volcanic ash was raised, it was suppressed by a force.

The beautiful woman in black kicked the small grave under her kick.

The two of them came to the top of the mountain with their bodies again. The beautiful woman in black brushed her umbrella and put away her umbrella.

"Monk, you want this little girl to take you back to your hometown." The three words "The little girl" are accented.

Next to the body was a tin staff and a bowl. There was also a yellow bag of Qiankun inside the bowl.

"Hmph, you monk is deliberately targeting me. If you don't want me to help you move the grave, you're willing to come to a fellow villager to take you back?"

What do you want to tell you? Let you go to Chixian Shenzhou to try other monks?

The bowl was not moving for a long time, and the beautiful woman in black circled around the big pit for a few more times.

When Yang Zhao first came, he thought the grave was a little short. At first, he guessed whether it was caused by geological movements.

In fact, she was quite curious about why the bowl sounded by itself. After all, this was a monk with both soul and soul. Without soul and spiritual consciousness, how could he manipulate external objects?

But the beautiful woman in black looked wrong, so she didn't dare to ask.

Then he walked forward without looking back.

The beautiful woman in black asked again without giving up.

There was a pair of broken rosary beads hanging around his neck, and the Buddhist beads were sparse, and I don’t know how many beads were missing.

The sand and stone kicked out remained the same, like jelly dug out.

The bowl sounded softly again.

"Master, I have said goodbye to you, Amitabha."

The bowl sounded softly by itself.

The chest of the corpse collapsed, and a bright red flower bloomed through the dress.

The Buddha cuts his flesh and feeds the eagle, and maybe this great monk can learn from his idol.

She kicked the ground and a big pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

After saying that, she kicked her hard again: "So I said he was just stingy. When I buried him, I could hold back my saliva and didn't eat it. Now I can't help it? Besides, I've been friends for so many years, what's wrong with letting me taste the taste?"

Yang Zhao took two steps back and could see the corpse under the pit.

"With your mana, you should be able to force him to move out."

The monk's entire skull collapsed, his facial features were sunken and unrecognizable, but it was very clean. Someone should have wiped and tidied it up for him.

"Okay, go back, you're still missing me if you go back."

The beautiful woman in black reached out and grabbed the body in the pit, and the corpse inside the pit flew out, and the tin staff and the bowl containing the Qiankun bag flew out of the pit together with the body.

The beautiful woman in black here was still unhappy and walked around the big pit for several times.

But before she could walk a few steps, she heard a sound of hitting metal coming from behind. The sound was crisp and melodious, making people feel relaxed.

He was covered with a woman's goose yellow dress, which was not big and could not cover the bloody robe below.

"I said you, a great monk, are really unauthorized. If you don't tell me when you are alive, why didn't I find out that you are such a stingy person?"

Yang Zhao could only follow quickly behind.

The beautiful woman in black who was walking in front of Yang Zhao suddenly disappeared. Yang Zhao turned around and saw that the beautiful woman in black was already standing in front of the small grave.

This corpse is so miserable that the first thing that catches your eye is the broken head.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao followed suit and collected the black umbrella, and the magma hell was replaced by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

The sky is not covered by volcanic ash, the sun is just right, there is no raging fire on the ground, the ground is green, the water is clear.

It was like a moment, from hell to heaven.

She carefully stroked the black umbrella in her hand, wondering whether it was a teleportation array or a magic weapon to break the illusion.
Chapter completed!