Ye Qingyun looked at Song Rou'er with a troubled expression.

How can such a good young girl be so hungry?

But he looked listless, as if he had been hungry for several meals.

"Please also ask the Holy Son to take action to resolve this girl's body of misfortune."

Huikong put his hands together and said.

Ye Qingyun scratched his head.

"Aren't you just hungry? Is your Shaolin Temple so poor that you can't even open the pot? Can't you even afford a full meal?"

Huikong and Song Rouer were both stunned.

Then both of them showed strange expressions.

"Holy Son, the body of disaster is..."

At that moment, Huikong told Ye Qingyun the origin of the Disaster Body.

Guo Xiaoyun on the side was stunned after hearing this.

Is there such a weird physique in the world?

Wherever you go, people will be unlucky?

Guo Xiaoyun suddenly felt a little scared.

And Ye Qingyun was also dumbfounded.

Damn it!

Ye Qingyun almost kicked Huikong directly.

This thief monk actually brought such a terrifying person here.

Is this because you are afraid that you will not be unlucky?

How abominable!

Ye Qingyun glared at Huikong.

Huikong looked stunned.

"Huikong, I'm going to talk to you carefully."

Huikong quickly lowered his head: "I would like to listen to the teachings of the Holy Son."

"When I was discussing Buddhism before, I told your uncle that as a Buddhist, we must have the awareness that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Ye Qingyun looked disappointed: "Look at you, do you have this awareness?"

Huikong suddenly felt ashamed.

"If I were you, I would definitely not bring this girl here. Instead, I would rely on my own Dharma to slowly resolve her."

"Even if she brings bad luck, what does it matter? Do monks still fear this?"
Chapter completed!