Chapter 113 Goodbye Old Niubi! (Middle)

Although I still don't understand the explanation of a series of terms such as "prisoner of God", "godhead", "upper class", and "age of the gods", it does not affect Qin Weijie's listening to the story, and he can probably understand what is going on.

Although he is very curious about the history of magic in this world, Qin Weijie also knows that some things have no right to know unless they have a certain status, and Qin Weijie does not intend to know too much.

He just needs to know how to get rid of the gaze of the current 'ghost of death', it is best to kill that grandson once and for all, and then he can find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, build a house, live in it, it's okay to tease dogs and birds, Bully bully Tom...

Huh? its not right! Lao Tzu's secluded life should be red-sleeved, why did a Tom come in randomly! No Tom, no Tom... Don't be gay, don't be gay! Build him a house next to him, let him marry Elena as his wife, and if I have nothing to do, I'll run over to have a meal... Mmmm, perfect!

"I'm going! What kind of brain circuit am I here! What kind of retirement life is YY at this time, I'm yearning for retirement life before I'm an adult..." Qin Weijie patted himself on the head in frustration, and then murmured: "That's right! That fake monk seems to know about Master and the others..."

Qin Weijie suddenly remembered that the fake monk told him last night that the old cow's nose had already turned into a feather!

Although Lao Niubi and his senior brothers were destined to go down the mountain, and he had a premonition that such a day would come, but when he learned that Lao Niubi was dead, he still couldn't help being sad.

Right now, I still have to quickly find those two fake monks and fake half-immortals. They are mysterious and seem to have no malice towards me. It's his junior brother.

Although that fake half-immortal doesn't look like the senior brothers I'm familiar with, but the world's Taoist sects are intertwined, and it's been almost two thousand years since the celestial master established the ancestral court. , more or less can have some relationship.

Maybe that guy who looks like a 'fake half-immortal' is really a disciple of one of his uncles and uncles, and he is not sure, the seniority of the Taoist sect... I can't say!

Soul mother: "I haven't told you yet, who killed me..."

"Does it make sense to me who kills you? Don't waste my time." Qin Weijie pouted and walked out the door: "It's so boring if someone kills you. Let me know when someone fucks you!"

Speaking of Qin Weijie directly isolating the soul mother in the Nether Stone, the sudden appearance of this guy has already scared him more than once, for the sake of his own heart, Qin Weijie decided to isolate him for the time being.

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Qin Weijie walked out of the No. 6 bunker with ease, and met an acquaintance when he arrived at the door.

"Lawrence, old Jack! Have you seen two guys in strange clothes?..." Qin Weijie briefly described the appearance of the fake monk and the fake half-immortal, and then looked at Lawrence and old Jack.

Lawrence and old Jack thought about it at this moment, as if they were recalling the two people Qin Weijie described.

From the attitude of the two towards him, Qin Weijie can conclude that Patrick probably cast a 'forgetting spell' on them or changed their memories.

Needless to say, old Jack doesn't matter if he doesn't change his memory, and Qin Weijie didn't bully him, but Lawrence is different. This guy was locked in an empty room by Qin Weijie for more than a week.

See that bald spot on the top of this guy's head? Qin Weijie shaved it for him, and he didn't even charge for it!

Lawrence: "I think I saw them near the cooking class half an hour ago!"

"Okay! Thanks Lawrence,

I go first! "

After speaking, Qin Weijie walked towards the cooking class.

Looking at Qin Weijie's back, Lawrence scratched the bald spot on his head, and said to Old Jack, "Why does the ghost shave on my head keep itching when I see Jerry..."

"Go back and rub some ginger!" Old Jack said, taking a puff from his pipe.

...

A few minutes later, Qin Weijie came to the door of the cooking class. He saw that the time was a quarter of an hour to eleven o'clock. The cooking class should be busy preparing lunch at noon.

Qin Weijie mixed in familiarly. During this time, he often accompanied Ergou to steal food. Qin Weijie was also very familiar with the cooking class.

"Catch him! Don't let that fat man get away!"

"Dog thing! Here to steal again!"

"It must be this fat man! It's been a few weeks and you've been stealing every day, you're so shameless!!"

There was a lot of noise, and a group of foreigners chased after the chubby 'fake monk' with kitchen knives in mind, as if they wanted to chop him into pieces.

While running, the fake monk stuffed bread into his mouth and muttered the Chinese explanation: "Almsgiver, the poor monk is just hungry, so he needs to find something to eat! It won't kill them all~ Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away!!"

It is rare to have such a lively audience, Qin Weijie tilted his head to watch the play with great interest.

Who knew that the fake monk was not particular about it, when he saw Qin Weijie watching a play, he ran towards Qin Weijie directly.

"Little fellow daoist, save the world!" said the fake monk, who had already arrived in front of Qin Weijie.

Qin Weijie's face changed, and he felt like Bu Jingyun's upper body, and the emoji of not crying for death instantly reappeared: "Boss, don't come here!!"

Qin Weijie wanted to escape, but it was obviously too late.

The fake monk was not particular about it, he stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth, and then an overlord lifted Qin Weijie up with a tripod: "I've offended~"

"Nani? What are you doing?" Qin Weijie asked, but he knew the fake monk's intentions before he finished speaking.

I saw that the fake monk actually sacrificed Qin Weijie as a hidden weapon, and accurately rammed into the team of cooks who were chasing him.

In the next second, people were turned on their backs, and there were four or five big men holding kitchen knives lying under Qin Weijie, all of whom were crying like ghosts and wolves.

Qin Weijie still had injuries on his body, and now his injuries are even worse.

Helplessly, Qin Weijie could only look up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and secretly sighed, 'Who is I to blame? '

Ten minutes later, Qin Weijie limped and found the fat fake monk in a trench.

The fake monk was hiding in the trench with a calm face, eating bread and ham, and the fake demigod with sunglasses was sitting beside him.

Seeing Qin Weijie approaching, the fake monk smiled and offered a Buddhist ceremony to Qin Weijie: "Young Daoist Bo Yuntian is really kind! The poor monk doesn't ask for his Dharma name, so I would like to thank the little Daoist!"

Qin Weijie: "..."

Qin Weijie now has the heart to chop off this monk. For many years, only Qin Weijie has bullied others. When has he been punished like this? After all, this is the first time Qin Weijie has seen a guy who is more shameless than himself!

"Do you know why I came here for you? How did the old Niubi die? How are my senior brothers?" Qin Weijie didn't bother to argue with such a shameless guy, so he went straight to the point.

Because Qin Weijie knew that this fake monk's 'Wuxiang Shengong' was much higher than him, and he had reached the realm of 'shameless'. This kind of person is not something an ordinary person like himself can get along with.

Monk Wuwen smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, blind man, I've seen your fellow disciple, so hurry up and introduce him."

The fake half-immortal with sunglasses on the side didn't look at Qin Weijie, but still looked straight ahead, and saluted with his hands: "I don't know the name of the poor, and people in the Jianghu say they don't know the scattered people!"

"Don't smell it? Don't ask? Your Daoist and Dharma names are quite CP!" Qin Weijie couldn't help complaining: "I know you and I already know each other, so hurry up and talk about my master... No, what's wrong with that old bull nose!"

"Little fellow daoist hasn't introduced your dao name yet..." Buwen monk said

Qin Weijie was a little annoyed: "No"

"Let's start with one, although the name of the Daoist should be given by the master, but the little Daoist friend's family is in trouble, and now you are the only one left. Anyway, the Daoist name is a code, you are the only one, Let's make one myself!" Don't ask the monk, he is very bad, and he has a face full of smiles.

"So casual!?"

Don't ask the monk: "It can be so casual with you!"

"Can't you take it?"

"No take no way"

"Don't tell me what's going on with Niubi if you don't take the Taoist number?"

"Don't tell~" Monk Wuwen took a bite of the oily ham, his mouth was covered with oil, and he smiled.

Qin Weijie was so annoyed by being forced, he simply planned to take a Taoist name at random: "Dong Tulu! My Tao name is Gan Tulu!"

:. :