"Senior brother, this place has a fragrant aroma, must have delicious food, and there are many female donors. They are soft-hearted, so why not beg for alms here."

On the street of Wangjing City, three elderly monks stood in front of a drug store, hungry.

These three old monks are the three old monks who escaped from Jueneng Temple.

They are the monk with long eyebrows, the monk with left eyebrows, and the monk with right eyebrows.

The white eyebrows on both sides of the long-browed monk are one foot long. The left eyebrow of the left-browed monk is one meter long. The right eyebrow is the same as that of a normal person. The right eyebrow of the right-browed monk is opposite to that of the left-browed monk.

Each of them is a fifth-level demon!

However, during the battle with Rachel and the others, the three old monks were seriously injured, and they were forced to take away the ancient bell and escape, causing their strength to further decline.

Now the strength of the three of them is only slightly stronger than ordinary people. In order to avoid being captured by the War Investigation Bureau, they must turn their tails between their legs and become monks.

These days, they have been hiding at the edge of the forest, thinking of relying on hunting to obtain food.

However, there were very few animals in the forest, and all the edible plants were dug up by the uncle and aunt. After lying in wait for several days, he finally encountered a golden monkey, which was almost killed by the ranger.

If hunting and eating wild vegetables doesn't work, then they can imitate practitioners and eat wind and drink dew.

After all, he is a fifth-level demon. He can still obtain energy from the air and replenish some of his body's needs.

So they inhaled a lot of car exhaust, factory sewage, PM2.5...

It made their already injured situation worse.

The experience these days can be summed up in one word - miserable!

If he were an ordinary little demon, he might not be able to live in such a miserable state. Even if he was like a demon father who stole his son, he would still be able to work in a factory.

But the bad thing is, these three monsters are of very high levels.

Therefore, the hosts they chose were the three senior ascetic monks with the highest status in Jueneng Temple.

These three old monks have been practicing hard as long as they can remember.

He must have cultivated nothing, otherwise he wouldn't have turned into a monster.

But their social experience is really pitiful, basically equivalent to none.

The lack of social experience makes it difficult for the three old monks to survive in the human world.

However, in the memory of the old monk, there is still a way to obtain food, and that is alms!

Monk Zuomei made some preparations, walked into the drug store, and said to the girl who worked in the store: "Amitabha, please make broad connections with Buddhas, benefit and accumulate virtues, make good friends, and give some food to the three poor monks."

The little clerk girl was stunned. When had she ever seen such a battle? Not to mention that there were no monks already asking for alms. Even if she wanted to beg for alms, she wouldn't come to the drugstore.

"We don't have anything to eat here," the little girl said weakly.

The monk on the right eyebrow clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, whether you give charity or not depends on fate. Even if the little donor doesn't want to give charity, he can't lie. Aren't they all painted with food?"

On the promotional picture of the drug store, there are pictures of ginseng, deer antlers, various medicinal herbs, black sesame seeds, wolfberry and the like...

Although these things are not regular food.

But in the understanding of the three old monks, these things are food, because they have been looking for these things to eat in the mountains since they were young.

The little girl rummaged around on the medicine shelf and found a bottle of hair growth elixir, which is the stuff that has the most 'food' in the drug store.

The monk with long eyebrows bowed: "Amitabha, after death, the little benefactor will go to the bliss of the Western Heaven, but there are three of us..."

The little girl drowsily found two more bottles of hair restorer, and then the three monks left with satisfaction.

Three monks walked side by side on the street, attracting the attention of countless people.

The monk alone is already very conspicuous, not to mention that these three monks are still drinking hair restorer.

A mother and daughter stared blankly at the three monks walking by. Then the mother poked her daughter's forehead hard: "Let's see if you stay up late at night playing with your mobile phone. Your hair fell out, even if you drink hair restorer, it won't grow back."

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My daughter looked up at the sky blankly, wondering what was going on.

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Puff puff……

In the green belt, three monks squatted side by side.

"Human beings are really hopeless!"

"They actually gave us such terrible food."

"After we conquer the Ancient Bell of An Ning, let's send them all to the Paradise of Elysium."

Although they were monsters, they still couldn't digest the chemicals in the hair tonic, so they collectively suffered from diarrhea.

Monk Zuomei said with a sad face: "Brother, if we continue like this, we will starve to death before our injuries recover. We must find a way to make a living."

The right eyebrow monk said: "I heard that humans need to work if they want to eat and drink well. Why don't we also find a job?"

The long-browed Taoist priest nodded: "Okay, then let's go find a job!"

After the three of them went to the toilet, they looked up and saw a billboard on the side of the road.

‘Neijun Toy Factory is sincerely recruiting workers.’

There is also a line of small words below. There is no limit to men, women, old or young. The more you work, the more you will get...

The three old monks looked at each other: "This is it!"

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Li Zhi chewed and said vaguely: "What's wrong with you? Tell me quickly so I can solve it for you."

The slightly fat male patient sat opposite him, sweating continuously, his buttocks trembling, almost wanting to leave first.

Li Zhi was seen holding a human head in his arms, with red liquid emerging from the corners of his mouth.

"Doctor, he suffers from depression...what do you eat?" The patient's mother answered Li Zhi's question and hesitated to speak while looking at Li Zhi's eating appearance.

"Oh, you're talking about this." Li Zhi sucked the eyes from the human head and chewed them into pieces: "This is bread, the 'Human Corpse Bakery' in Xiacheng District, haven't you heard of it?"

Human Corpse Bakery is a shop that specializes in making exotic bread.

Although the bread sold there was scary, it was surprisingly delicious. Li Zhi took Wang Sini to eat it once and immediately fell in love with the taste.

The patient's mother endured physical discomfort and said to Li Zhi: "They say you have miraculous effects in treating mental illness. So can you think of a way to treat my son..."

"Mom, don't treat me, it's meaningless." The fat son said with a sad face.

Li Zhi wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him what meaning was, but for the sake of money, he still said softly: "After it's cured, you can think more about happy things, and be well."

Alive."

"What's the point of being happy? What's the point of living." The fat son said nonchalantly.

Li Zhi only felt that the two meanings had turned into butterflies, flying around his brain.
Chapter completed!