The first thousand and eighty-seventh chapter, the teacher asks the guilt!
"The master and the head teacher are now in the main hall. All donors, please come with the poor monk!" There were no more virtuous monks, so he turned around and went to the main hall.
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main hall.
"Master, Master, I wonder if there are two people in your sect, namely Po Po and Hua Wuchen?" After being polite, Deng Yiming bowed to the aloof Pu Yi.
"There are these two people. Could it be that these two people have an old relationship with the little friend, and the little friend also came to visit them?" Pu Yi frowned slightly when he heard this, and looked down at Deng Yiming. He didn't know what his intention was, but he felt it in his heart.
I was wondering why Chen Jinyuan and others, and then the people in front of me, came to visit those two people?
The corner of Deng Yiming's mouth curved slightly, as long as there is someone there, I am afraid that the person is not here with you, "This junior is indeed here to visit these two people, and it is true that he has an old relationship with them, but it is not an old relationship, but an old hatred. I don't know whether these two people are now
Where, I want to ask them for some explanation!"
Deng Yiming had an arrogant look on his face and his tone was a bit aggressive. Pu Yi couldn't help but frown deeply. Even he was a little frightened by the arrogance in this man.
Pu Yi's expression suddenly became gloomy, but Pu Ci said, "Amitabha, the poor nephew was originally the host of a small temple in Tongnan County, but later he switched to our sect and took the pseudonym Da Ku; as for Hua Wuchen, he was originally a
Loose cultivators, they joined our sect not long ago. These two people have always lived in seclusion and never competed with others. How could they have old grudges with the little benefactor?"
"The words of the holy monk are wrong. How can a person's heart be measured by his appearance? Don't you hear the saying of a human being with a beast's heart!" Deng Yiming smiled softly, then gritted his teeth and said. "My father is the leader of the clan, and I am the only son in the family. Father.
I am old and frail, and wanted to pass on my father's death a year ago. However, these two people beguiled my father with their evil words, and relied on their martial arts skills to severely injure me. If it were not for my two uncles who saved me, I would not be here now.
There are no bones left. These two people made me homeless. If this revenge is not avenged, the hatred will never go away."
"Brother, this man looks upright and doesn't look like he is lying. What do you think?" Pu Ci listened to Deng Yiming's impassioned speech, and her two white eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter. She turned to look at Pu Yi, but Pu Yi had a serious look on his face.
It's cloudy or sunny.
"Deng Xiaoyou, these are your one-sided words, how can you make us believe them?" As a leader of a sect, one must have a certain demeanor. Although his heart was gloomy, Pu Yi still had a warm smile on his face.
"Tsk..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two slaves behind Deng Yiming grabbed his clothes and pulled them gently, and the clothes suddenly fell into pieces.
"Ah!" the girl in white exclaimed, and immediately turned away with a blushing face.
"Look, holy monk, the scars on the bodies of my two clan uncles were the ones injured by those two men when they rescued me that day! I believe it is not difficult to see. The two of them used the martial arts of the noble sect. Mount Putuo is the
A well-known and decent family, I believe they will not tolerate the existence of such disciples, right?" Deng Yiming walked to the side of the two domestic slaves and saw that their bare upper bodies were covered with several scars. Although they had healed, they looked...
It's still quite ferocious when you go up there.
Pu Ci stood up and walked down the steps. When he looked forward, his frown became deeper and deeper. Those numerous scars were caused by the Confucian martial arts "Thousand Fingers" and the Buddhist martial arts "Bodhi Palm Technique" on Mount Putuo.
, there is no room for any fraud.
"Monk, I wonder what you can see?" Deng Yiming had a sneer on his face.
"Namo Amitabha!" Puci turned around, clasped his hands together, and bursts of golden light shone from his body, "When has it been time to retaliate? The donor is a person who is destined to the Buddha. He should not remember those hatreds and refuse to let go.
A little grudge, let him go with the wind!"
Pu Ci unexpectedly used the great magical power of "saving all living beings" again. The sound of Buddha penetrated his ears. Deng Yiming's eyes suddenly became blurred. The two slaves were horrified when they saw this and wanted to come forward to rescue. Pu Ci's body surged with huge waves.
The waves actually prevented them from getting close.
"Namo Amitabha..." Puci's lips kept turning, and the golden light shone all over him. The living Buddha came to the world. The people around him seemed to see the Paradise of Paradise from the golden light, and their minds seemed to be overwhelmed by the bursts of Brahma.
Sing to attract people in.
"Buzz..."
Behind Deng Yiming, the divine sword rippled with microwaves, and a ray of yellow light shot into Deng Yiming's mind. Deng Yiming immediately woke up from the paradise world that he couldn't extricate himself from.
"snort……"
After his magical power was broken, Pu Ci grunted and stumbled back two steps. His chest felt tight and he almost wanted to vomit blood.
"What a monk, he actually used such evil tricks. If it weren't for the divine sword protecting his body, I'm afraid he would have killed him!" Deng Yiming was still frightened, breathing heavily, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face was
The cruel look flashed past.
"Master's Dharma is profound, and I am ashamed of myself. I am not a Buddhist, and I don't understand the Buddhist principles. I only know that people respect me a foot, and I respect others a foot. I also ask the master to invite these two people to come out and put them in a dignified manner."
The Guanyin Sect will definitely not tolerate the existence of such scum disciples, right?" Deng Yiming said.
Pu Ci calmed down his trembling inner organs, and a look of shock flashed through his old eyes, "The great magical power of 'saving all living beings' actually failed on two juniors one after another. Is it true that this magical power is just useless, as my senior brother said?"
"My little friend, it's too early to tell who is the white face and who is the black face. I will confront the two nephews later and decide who is the scum!" Pu Yi stood up and called his disciples.
Please be free from poverty and flowers.
Deng Yiming stood with his sword in hand, hummed slightly, and retreated to the side of the woman in black, waiting quietly.
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Soon, Pong Ku and Hua Wuchen arrived at the palace.
Before he could salute, Pu Yi asked solemnly, "Do you know this little friend?"
"So it's you!" Hua Wuchen turned around and saw Deng Yiming standing with a sword in his hand. He was stunned for a moment and then recognized Deng Yiming.
"Do you really know each other?" Seeing this, Pu Yi's face darkened.
Hua Wuchen looked directly at Deng Yiming without saying anything. He stepped forward and bowed, "Uncle Master, we do have some connections with this person. A year ago, my disciple and his junior brother went to the mortal world to help junior Wuchen resolve his heart."
During this period, I forged some enmity with the benefactor. On that day..."
"Hahahaha..." Before Qingfu finished his words, he was interrupted by Deng Yiming laughing. He knew what Qingfu would say next, so of course he was not allowed to continue, "Two seniors, you have heard it. He himself
Admit that you have a grudge against me."
"Donor, why don't you listen to what the two nephews have to say?" Pu Ci frowned.
"Haha, these two people are confusing the public with their monstrous words and are full of sophistry. How can you listen to their nonsense? They have made me unable to return home. This hatred is irreconcilable. Today, I want to ask these two for advice. If
If they can defeat the younger generation, then the younger generation will no longer pursue this grievance!" Deng Yiming chuckled and said in an aggressive tone.