"Abi hell?" Stephen Zhou raised his fist and knocked it on the bright bald head of Monk Mingzhi without thinking.

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the table, and his voice was no longer as drunk as before, with a bit of coldness, "Who is that person, and why do you dare to lead the Yin soldiers on night patrol?"

Lin Mosheng, Lin Mosheng.

Zhifan Zhang nodded, "Yes, I heard that the Yin Yang City God and Maoshan Dao got involved, and it seems that they have very big plans."

The first is the casualties of Yin soldiers. Because Yin souls have special physiques, minor or serious injuries will not cause them to be disabled and they only need to rest.

After a friendly exchange with Leon, a lunatic, he finally decided to change his ways, and Sir Lin followed suit.

If there are human Taoists who cast spells to guide them, then the ghost officials can come one or two days earlier and leave one or two days later, so that they can enjoy more of the incense of the human world.

Yin Changshou silently raised the empty wine glass, unsure for a moment.

Then he looked at Yin Changshou respectfully, "Is this the intention of Yin Si, who wants to support a city god in Hong Kong?"

Sham Shui Po Police Station?

Jiang Tiansheng frowned, what was Gan Zitai doing there?

But if he doesn’t even come to the Ghost Festival Festival, Gan Zitai can’t stay!

Monk Mingzhi's fat face froze, and his expression immediately became sad.

As the boat disappeared, a Yin official wearing dark blue official uniform also appeared on the altar, followed by followers on his left and right.

Jiang Tiansheng said with a smile, "I, Hong Xing, have troubled the Netherworld God a lot with my affairs. Recently, I want to build a Rotation Hall in Hong Kong to worship ghosts and gods. What do you think, Lord Yin?"

The underworld is dry and silent, and there is no bright sun. Even they, low-ranking Yin officials, do not have much good food to eat on weekdays. Only the truly high-ranking and powerful judges who patrol various places can enjoy fine wine and delicacies day and night.

"Yin Yang City God?"

It's a pity that the evil spirit of the Japanese invaders last night was not just paper after all.

Stephen Zhou stopped cleaning the dishes and said reluctantly, "Are you talking about Sir Lin Mosheng?"

He only saw Stephen Zhou who was cleaning up the stall with a gloomy look on his face.

But if a wheel-turning hall is built, he will have the words, hands and feet to serve as an attendant.

He quickly stopped Stephen Zhou and clasped his hands together, "Donor, do you believe in Buddha?"

On the Taoist platform, Master Shiye, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, had just reached the peak of his paper fan spell.

The majestic muscles bulge like mountains. He is nearly three meters tall, with huge dark chains wrapped around his shoulders and waist.

The ferocious look in his eyes flashed away.

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The next day, Lin Mosheng slept soundly until noon before getting up.

I accompanied Ye Guhong for a whole night of swimming last night, and of course I couldn't leave Supan here.

Yin Changshou held up the wine glass, his pale face turning red.

The lights were reddish, burning in the silent night.

First, it can strengthen the cohesion of the army.

Just when Jiang Tiansheng was about to continue speaking, he suddenly saw a dim cloud in the high sky blocking the white moonlight.

In the end, he spent decades as a ghost on Yin Yang Road, and it was only yesterday that he regained his true self.

If there weren't demons running around in the Hong Kong capital, how could they have so many offerings every year? Just one city's offering is equivalent to the effort of a province elsewhere.

During normal training, it is natural not to be able to distinguish the good or bad, but in fierce battles, the elite can be selected as the backbone.

Coupled with the fact that there are several rumors about the manifestation of the saint that are circulating in the market, and it is not known whether they are true or not, the temple is naturally filled with incense.

Maoshan said, Yin Changshou squeezed the wine glass, that's it.

Yesterday was a fierce battle. Although there were heavy casualties, it was also a baptism.

Hey, men are so tired sometimes.

Naturally, good karma will be formed, and after he is exposed to the wonderful Dharma of Buddhism, he will have the opportunity to enter the Buddhist sect.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Lin Mosheng would really put him and Leon in the same ward.

He had listened to Kim McGee's words before, so he had been guarding the Wan Chai Police Station.

"It's time to call it a day."

Paper fan Zhang also saw Yin Changshou's impatience, and introduced to Yin Changshou, "This is Mr. Jiang, Hong Xingxin's guest. I'm here today to have a few glasses of wine with you."

After finally raising 300 Yin soldiers, only 200 were left, which was still more than half of Lin Mosheng's initial plan to raise a battalion of 500 Yin soldiers.

Although the gate of hell opens on July 15th, even if the ghosts come from the underworld, they can only stay for one day.

If it is impressive enough, it naturally means that the great god behind the temple is strong enough, and there are wealthy businessmen and businessmen behind it.

"Yes, General."

After getting up, go to the police station to register, and then go to the Chenghuang Temple on Yinyang Road.

Whether a temple's incense is good or not depends most mainly on whether it is decorated with enough style and style.

Monk Mingzhi hurriedly hurriedly arrived after the battle.

Lin Mosheng passed through the City God's Temple and directly entered the narrow room of Yin and Yang.

These military backbones were selected.

Jiang Tian was good at dancing and quickly invited Yin Changsheng to sit down and drink.

Given his status, even if Jiang Tiansheng offered to build a palace for him alone, he would not dare to accept it. This would be a complete overstep.

He sighed and said, "If I read correctly, it should be Lin Mosheng under the Yin Yang City God's Seat."

Before he could finish shouting, he was caught up by Stephen Zhou, who knocked his brains out and made a sound like a wooden fish.

This is the sad thing about the ghost. It is difficult for the ghost to become a saint. Not only is it difficult to practice, but the ghost has no physical restraint, and it is even more difficult to control the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Many evil spirits may harm others just because they are unwilling to die while others are still alive, so as to get pleasure.

And in this process, he gradually loses himself, repeating the cycle until he completely loses his true colors.

Therefore, the vast majority of ghosts and evil spirits have a twisted appearance.
Chapter completed!