What else could Zhang Di say?
He could only let it go.
Zhang Di said weakly: "This...this ghost god, we don't have a big grudge."
"After all, I was the one who hit and ran, and I was wrong first, so it's reasonable for him to hit me on the head."
"We are even on the first head, and you hit him on the head again, which offsets his second head."
"For the third head, I want to do it myself. After all, revenge is something that can only be accomplished by doing it yourself."
"..." Monk Huang Jue's mouth twitched.
My dear father, please do it quickly, so that I can go back to the temple to recuperate after the action. This internal injury will not heal in a month or two.
Fortunately, I have practiced the Golden Bell Cover to perfection, otherwise I would be beaten into a meat pie with that slap just now.
Too scary, this is a ghost god!
It took three people to defeat the Ghost King, not to mention the ghosts and gods. Even his master had to retreat.
Hearing this, the ghosts and gods in the clouds were silent for a moment.
Finally, Langlang spoke: "Emperor Zhang, remember, no one in this world deserves your apology. I am leaving!"
Then the clouds faded until the clear night sky returned.
The ghosts and gods disappeared.
Wu Tiankui said to the old Taoist priest with lingering fear: "Old bastard, see, this is the ghost we are chasing today."
The old Taoist priest was also lingering fear: "Fortunately I didn't catch up, fortunately the breath disappeared when I chased here."
"Will you chase it again in the future?"
"Chase..."
"Still chase?"
"Chase your grandma, you can't chase a big girl like this in the future, and you can't send your head like this."
Wu Tiankui continued: "Then will you still accept disciples?"
The old Taoist priest twitched his mouth: "Don't talk about things that are not related to the topic. What kind of disciples are you accepting? The person has such a strong background, do you still need to become a disciple?"
"Yes!" Wu Tiankui saw a ghost and said Looking at Zhang Di, he suddenly sighed: "They call it background, we only have backs."
"However, this backing is indeed strong enough, but I just can't understand why a ghost god would back humans?"
The old Taoist murmured: "Could it be his ancestor?"
Wu Tiankui shook his head and said: "Impossible, if it was this kid's ancestor, it would be impossible for him to be respectful to a junior."
The old Taoist grinned with missing front teeth: "Hey, anyway, it's not the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor. This scale of the plot is not something that we mortals can participate in. Go and ask!"
Monk Huang Jue sorted out the tattered cassock.
Step by step, he came to Zhang Di, and with a casual move, the Buddhist beads that bound Zhang Di returned to his hand.
Then he put his hands together and bowed deeply to Zhang Di: "Amitabha, I don't know Taishan, please don't take it to heart."
Zhang Di glanced at his Buddhist beads and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This Buddhist beads, why do they look so familiar?
Yes, it is made of the same material as the ghost bead, but the ghost energy on it has long been wiped out, replaced by Buddha nature.
It should be a Buddhist magic weapon refined from the ghost bead.
Zhang Di's head is still buzzing and his head is splitting. At least it is a mild concussion. The monk hit him too hard.
If it were an ordinary person, he would beat him to death. I must go to the hospital to check my brain tomorrow.
I guess an ordinary person's head would be broken with a slap. The more Zhang Di thought about it, the angrier he became.
There is nothing wrong with charging some interest, right?
It is not too much to charge some interest, right?
Zhang Di said calmly: "Hey, bald donkey, may I ask the people... may I ask if you can sell these Buddhist beads? How much can you transfer them for?"
Huang Jue was stunned, carefully held the Buddhist beads tightly, and said with a Buddhist face: "Donor, this is not for sale, only given away, not sold!"
"Then give it to me?" Zhang Di said: "Give me the Buddhist beads, and I won't pursue the slap you gave me."
Huang Jue shook his head and said: "My Buddhist beads are only given to people with a predestined relationship!"
"Then what does it mean to be a predestined relationship?"
Huang Jue smiled faintly, full of Buddhist nature: "Simple, you go to my temple and donate tens of millions of incense money, then you are a predestined relationship!"
"..."
Zhang Di was so angry that his liver hurt. He had never seen anyone more shameless than himself.
Today he finally saw it.
Damn, I must compete with him in the future. There is no one in this world who is more shameless than me, Zhang Di.
Since you are shameless, don't blame me for being shameless.
"System, convert his ghost beads into emotional points."
"Ding! Conversion successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 9000 emotional points!"
Tear! Zhang Di secretly took a breath of cold air.
I didn't expect that this Buddhist bead was so valuable.
He noticed that there were 18 beads in the string, symbolizing the 18 Arhats of Buddhism, so one bead was worth 500 emotional points.
Zhang Di suddenly felt a headache and happiness.
Huang Jue was slightly stunned, and then his face changed drastically, staring at his empty wrist: "Where is my Arhat bead?"
"Damn, where is my Arhat bead? My Buddhist beads, how come they suddenly disappeared?"
Then Huang Jue kept searching on his body, but couldn't find them after searching for a long time.
Zhang Di had no expression on his face.
You can look for it, but you won't find it until the New Year.
Huang Jue cried and was inconsolable: "My Buddhist beads, that is a magic weapon that was suppressed by the Buddha for three years before it was purified."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 60 negative emotion points!"
Wu Tiankui curled his lips and said: "You have a lot of Buddhist beads, but you are so stingy about a mere string of 18 Arhats Buddhist beads!"
"Of course, stingy!" The old Taoist was full of resentment: "Last time I went to his temple, I saw more than a dozen strings, but he made all kinds of excuses when I asked him for one string, he deserved it!"
Zhang Di raised his mouth; more than a dozen strings?
He seemed to see his own future. Whether he could become stronger and whether he could avenge his head depended on his Buddhist beads.
There are more than a dozen strings, it's not too much for me to "take" ten or eight strings?
Taking is the key!
"Damn it!" The monk cursed and gave up the search.
Zhang Di said: "Master, monks emphasize the emptiness of the four elements. Don't take these external things too seriously. You can't bring them with you when you are born, and you can't take them with you when you die."
Of course you don't feel sorry for it, it's not yours?
"And!" Zhang Di continued: "You are always scolding people like this, which is a disgrace to the dignity of Buddhism."
Huang Jue snorted angrily: "Hmph, I cultivate myself but not my mind. The precepts are just decorations for me. I can do whatever I want."
Fuck, are you more arrogant than me, Zhang Di?
"Come on, kid!"
Huang Jue stretched his head forward and said in a muffled voice: "Give me a head, and I won't owe you anything. Let's say goodbye!"
No, I don't even know where your temple is, how can I take my own things?
Zhang Di sneered, "You are a senior monk, and I am just a kid who has just started. Even if I hit you, it won't hurt."
"I hit your head and gave you a concussion. Wait until I am stronger than you, and I will definitely hit you back."
Huang Jue was stunned, and then smiled.
This kid is so naive. Does he think that cultivation is as easy as picking cabbages? It will take at least thirty to fifty years to surpass my cultivation?
"In that case, I will be waiting for you!"
"Wait!" Zhang Di sneered, "You haven't told me the address of your temple yet. I won't be able to find a place to take revenge when I want to. Give me the address first."
"Is that so!" Huang Jue rolled his eyes and was about to speak.
Zhang Di looked around mysteriously and whispered, "Just tell me, I promise not to tell others, keep your voice down!"
Huang Jue was slightly stunned, smiled faintly and was full of Buddha nature, then leaned over to whisper in Zhang Di's ear.
Zhang Di grinned and strode towards the old Taoist: "Hey, Taoist priest, where is Master Huang Jue's temple?"
"..."
Huang Jue's mouth twitched; I'm so stupid, did I lie in vain?
Then his face darkened.
It seems that in terms of playing with the brain, he has met an opponent, and the other party is still a half-grown child, who is better than the master.