I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

"Master Dao, place your bet."

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, and put a piece of silver on top of the number three.

Zou San was not surprised either, and opened the cup directly.

Sure enough, there were three big red dots and three leopards.

"It's a bad idea."

Zou San winked at one of his subordinates, who immediately threw a bag of silver in front of Monkey King.

"Dare you dare to play bigger? How about a hundred times?" Zou San looked at Monkey King and asked.

"Alright."

Sun Wukong still said indifferently, if someone is rushing to give money, he will naturally refuse to come.

"Whoa Whoah"

The dice cup shakes, this time Zou San shakes for a little longer.

"Place your bet, Daoist." Zou San looked at Monkey King with a smile on his face.

Sun Wukong looked at the dice cup and then at the table, looked up at Zou San and asked, "Can you bet on the range on this table?"

Zou San smiled and said, "Of course."

"Bang!" Sun Wukong threw away the thousands of taels of silver he had won just now.

"Huh?" Zou San was taken aback when he saw the place where Monkey King pressed.

Because there is no empty word in the place where Monkey King pressed.

"I'm pressing Wudian!" Sun Wukong looked at Zou San and said with a smile.

"No point?" Zou San frowned.

"Let's go, can't your gambling shop afford to lose?" Monkey King asked with a half-smile.

"Hahaha! Since Master Dao wants to lose so much, I will help you." Zou San laughed.

What he just rolled was one point, that is, three dice stacked together.

This dice is not difficult to shake, it is an effective method for their gambling house to play.

The main reason is that there is no such point on the table.

The smallest number on the table is three and the largest is eighteen.

Zou Sanyao's point is actually to kill Monkey King.

As soon as he picked up the dice cup, his pupils tightened.

There is nothing in the dice cup, there is not even a dice, only a pile of powder left.

"This!" Zou San looked at Monkey King in shock.

Moments later, Zou San put on a ferocious face, pointed at Monkey King and shouted:

"You monster dare to go out of your way! Let me take it down!"

The thugs had long been eager to try, and after hearing the order, they rushed forward to take down this old man.

When the gamblers in the east hall saw the fight started, they all ran out in fright.

"Hehe, do you want to play tricks if you can't afford it?"

Sun Wukong laughed and dodged left and right, reaching out his hand occasionally.

With six blows, six thugs fell to the ground.

There were eight thugs on the periphery, but none of them dared to come up. Naturally, they could see that they were no match for the old Taoist priest.

"Bang!" At this moment, the doors in the east hall suddenly closed.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining eight thugs in the room also fell to the ground.

Monkey King knew that they were stunned at a glance.

There was a strange smell in the east hall, it should be because of this kind of smell that brought down the thugs.

"Wow~" The curtains fell, and the hall suddenly became extremely dark.

In the whole hall, only Zou San and Sun Wukong were left standing.

"Hmph! You old man doesn't practice in the temple, how dare you come here to make trouble!" Zou San smiled cruelly.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for being cruel."

"Clap!"

Zou Sanyi clapped his hands, and the curtain of the back hall was lifted, and a man in a cloak came out.

Monkey King could tell at a glance that this person was indeed not a stranger.

This is a ghost, and the reason why Xiaoqiang didn't notice it immediately should be related to the cloak he was wearing.

Xiaoqiang said that the cloaked man was a ghost cultivator, but Sun Wukong saw that this guy was just a ghost with no self-awareness at all.

He is a completely controlled ghost, with the blessing of this cloak, his combat effectiveness has also been strengthened.

This cloak is quite strange, it has the breath of a stranger.

"It turns out that this gambling shop of yours still hides some shameful things." Sun Wukong laughed.

"If you die, no one will know?"

Zou San smiled, and dodged to hide in the back hall.

"Huh!" As soon as Zou San left, the cloaked man attacked, his figure was erratic and fast, no wonder Xiaoqiang was not his opponent.

Of course, now this thing has met Sun Wukong, who is a dignified golden immortal.

"Bang!" With a kick, the cloaked man was sent flying.

It's just that he didn't weigh much, he just fell lightly and stood up lightly.

As soon as the cloaked man stood up, he pounced on him again, and his foot didn't seem to have suffered any damage just now.

"Heh! Interesting, this cloak is still a good magic weapon?" Sun Wukong smiled and directly sacrificed the iron pestle.

"Pfft!" A pestle went over and hit the cloak directly.

The cloak was twisted and deformed, and the thing inside was seriously injured by the shock.

"Die!" Sun Wukong mended it again, and the cloak was directly spread on the ground.

Monkey King stepped forward to pick up the cloak and took a look. This is not a cloak, it is clearly an evil magic weapon made of human skin.

And under the human skin cloak, everything vanished into thin air, the ghost just now was beaten to death by his two pestles.

"Hmph! Disgusting!"

Sun Wukong threw the human skin cloak aside with a flick of his hand, flicked his fingers, and a yang fire flew out.

"call!"

This human skin cloak is the most yin thing, when it encounters a yang fire, it will be ignited immediately, and the two will be burned to ashes before they can breathe.

"what!"

The cloak was burning, and there was a scream from the back hall, it was Zou San's voice.

Sun Wukong went straight to the back hall and rushed out, and there was a few courtyards inside.

I searched in the direction of the sound, but saw Zou San who had fallen to the ground and died in front of the hall of the two courtyards.

It's just that Zou San's whole body is covered in blood, and the skin just now is his own, and I don't know what kind of magic this guy used.

He actually pulled out his own skin and made it into a magic weapon for Yinhun. The most important thing is that this guy was clearly a living person just now.

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===Chapter 1096 The Ghost Has Disappeared===

Zou San died, and Sun Wukong couldn't figure out these weird tricks, but he thought there must be masters in the gambling house.

This casino is not simple, Zou San alone cannot support such a big scene.

Sun Wukong dispersed his spiritual consciousness, and the whole gambling house was shrouded in his spiritual consciousness, but he found nothing unusual.

"wrong!"

Just as Monkey King was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a strange aura in the gambling house.

But I don't know why, why his divine sense can't scan the abnormality.

Monkey King began to search yard by yard, but his spiritual sense was unreliable, so he could only rely on his eyes.

First, second, and third, I didn't find anything along the way, and I entered the courtyard fourth.

The strange feeling suddenly deepened, and Monkey King knew that he should have found the right place.

Walking in again, the courtyard door of the fifth entrance was closed, and this was the source of the weirdness.

The door that Wu enters the courtyard does not look like a door, or it is not a door at all, but a wall, but there is a door hidden in the wall.

Monkey King pushed open the wall door and entered, and a strange aura enveloped him.

"Oh? A strong man in the Golden Wonderland? No wonder Zou San is not your opponent." Sun Wukong was noticed as soon as he entered.

Sun Wukong raised his eyes and saw that the door of the main hall of the yard was open, and the sunlight shone brightly in the hall.

A man sat on the main seat in the hall.

All the weirdness seems to emanate from this man.

"Ghost? Ghost cultivator?"

Sun Wukong was a little uncertain. This guy obviously had his own consciousness, and he was definitely not the ghost that was controlled by others before.

And in broad daylight, can ghost cultivators or ghosts stay in the sun?

The reason why he doesn't treat him as a human is because Sun Wukong knows that this guy has no aura of a stranger at all.

The skin of his body was probably taken from somewhere else.

What a painted skin ghost!

Sun Wukong suddenly thought of such a ghost species.

"Are you sent by the red boy?" the white-faced man asked Monkey King directly.

His mouth opened and closed.There was no expression on his face at all, and Monkey King was even more sure that his skin was just put on.

"Red boy? You are talking about the son of the Bull Demon King's family, right? I heard that he went to practice with Guanyin Bodhisattva." How could Sun Wukong admit to the red boy at this time.

"Oh? Why are people not sent by Red Boy taking care of Wang Fugui's affairs?" the white-faced man asked.

Sun Wukong knew that this guy must be playing tricks on him.

It is estimated that his goal is to know whether Honghaier was really subdued by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

So Sun Wukong also guessed about the origin of this person. It is definitely a person from Western Buddhism who can care about this matter so much.

"Pindao is far away from Niu's family, so naturally he wants to take care of the family's wealth for Boy Shancai."

After Sun Wukong said something, he took a few steps forward and approached the door of the white-faced man's room.

This distance is less than five meters, just for Sun Wukong to draw his luck.

By the way, this white-faced man actually has pink luck!

It seems that Zou San's luck passed through him.

"Oh? How did I hear that Red Boy came to this city of sacrifice a few days ago?" The white-faced man looked at Monkey King and said.

"Hmph! You thief actually took the soul of a human being! How dare such a monster talk to the poor!"

Sun Wukong drained this guy's luck, so he just did it directly.

"Bang!" A pestle smashed over, smashing the grand master's chair that the white-faced man was sitting on just now.

The white-faced man was obviously also on guard, as soon as Monkey King made a move, he flew away.

"Huh~" Monkey King ignited the yin and yang fires and attached them to the iron pestle, which became a magic weapon for fighting ghosts.

"If you don't talk to me, could it be that the red boy who practiced with the Bodhisattva is a fake?"