Eight hundred and seventieth chapters friends come to the door
Chapter 871 Enemies come to visit
"Master, please stay." At this time, from the end of the sky, a red-haired middle-aged man flew up. He was tall, with the appearance of a dragon and a tiger, and his eyes were deep. Like a generation of overlords, he came behind Zhenghe and said this
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Zhenghe turned around and looked at the middle-aged man. He couldn't help but be startled because he didn't know him. He put his hands together and bowed and said: "Amitabha, this donor, what do you want to do with this poor monk?"
The red-haired middle-aged man seemed to have a good background. He had just arrived at the square and instantly attracted the attention of many people, with a hint of awe in his expression.
A look of great interest appeared in the eyes of many people, because they all recognized the identity of the middle-aged man and knew what he was looking for. It seemed like there was going to be something good this time.
"Excuse me, Master, are you a monk from Southern Buddhism?" The red-haired middle-aged man, although he had an air of looking down on the world, was still polite to Zhenghe, so he came up and asked.
In the southern region, Buddhism flourished, thousands of Buddhas blossomed, and there were many monks. Of course, the most admired among them were the disciples of Buddhism.
Because this inheritance is the most authentic and the most powerful, it is naturally different from ordinary monks traveling across the continent.
"Exactly!" Zhenghe nodded. Although he is the most popular young man in Buddhism recently, he did not act too arrogant and still looked very humble.
"It turns out that you are an authentic Buddhist disciple. I'm rude. But Master, I'm very puzzled. Your Buddhist sect and our Qilin clan have always been in harmony with each other. Why did you imprison a descendant of my Qilin clan and use him as a mount? Master."
Do you look down on my Qilin tribe?" The red-haired middle-aged man bowed first and then fought. After asking about Zhenghe's origins, his face suddenly sank and he said with a touch of sullenness in his tone.
People from the Qilin tribe?
When Zhenghe heard this, he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart. He looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in surprise, thinking to himself that no wonder the other man looked like he was coming here with bad intentions. It turned out to be a figure from the Qilin tribe.
If you look closely, you will see that the other person's appearance is exactly the same as the original Qilin Tuoba. He has red hair and a burly body, as if he contains endless flames.
The only difference is that the other party's eyes are deeper, and his aura is more powerful and terrifying, giving people a feeling like a mountain, with great pressure on every word and action.
From the square, many people looked at him in awe. This middle-aged man was not only a member of the Qilin tribe, but he might also have an extraordinary status among the Qilin tribe.
Qilin Tuoba was next to Zhenghe, wearing a Buddhist vajra hoop that looked like a mount. It was natural that he was seen by the masters of the Qilin tribe and came to settle accounts with Zhenghe.
"This..." Zhenghe was speechless for a moment. It was Wang Teng's intention to subdue Qilin Tuoba. Wang Teng was nowhere to be found at the moment. He was asked to keep an eye on Qilin Tuoba and the Flower King. Of course he had to abide by it, but...
Unexpectedly, he met a master of the Qilin tribe here. For a while, he was really speechless.
"Donor, the poor monk is at fault this time, I will let Tuoba go." Zhenghe finally sighed, bowed, and said.
At this time, he could only bear the blame silently.
Many people in the square knew that Zhenghe and Wang Teng were the same, but due to the identity of the Buddhist sect behind Zhenghe, even if someone had a problem with Wang Teng, they would not dare to take anything against Zhenghe.
They also knew that it was Wang Teng who subdued Qilin Tuoba. However, seeing that Zhenghe was being wronged, no one was willing to come out and speak to Zhenghe.
Wang Teng is already in serious danger and is probably no longer alive. It would be a great pleasure to see a master from the Qilin clan beat this Buddhist monk at this time.
"Let it go now?" However, the red-haired middle-aged man couldn't help but sneered, and his smile was a bit sarcastic, as if he had heard the best joke. The Qilin tribe has been secluded for many years and has never been afraid of any force, but
No one is afraid of anyone who dares to bully them.
"Master, you insulted my Qilin clan first, and now you just say "let it go", can you shirk the responsibility? If not, I will catch you now and use it as my mount. After a while, I will openly
How about I apologize to you Buddhists and let you go like an animal?" The red-haired middle-aged man said with a cold expression.
Taking a member of the Qilin tribe as a mount is a great insult to other tribes.
They are arrogant and divine horses. Whenever there are those extraordinary people in the continent who want to conquer the descendants of the Qilin clan, the entire Qilin clan will regard them as enemies. No one will ever end well, no matter what force the other party comes from.
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Zhenghe seemed to see that the other party would not give up so easily, and he looked a little embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "What does the donor want?"
"Huh, Buddhism has a long history and a huge foundation. Its disciples are walking on the mainland with endless aura. However, every year, many people pretend to be authentic Buddhist disciples and deceive outside. To be honest, I don't think the master is like that.
A disciple of Buddhism?" The red-haired middle-aged man suddenly sneered, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
If Zhenghe really fell into his trap, he would kill the impostor and avenge the Qilin clan's shame by the way, killing two birds with one stone.
"Amitabha, monks don't lie. The poor monk comes from the Buddhist Lingshan Mountain." Zhenghe just put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name without much explanation.
"Hmph, okay, what's going on with the woman next to you?" The red-haired middle-aged man pointed at the flower king beside him and said with a terrifying aura in his eyes.
As we all know, people in Buddhism do not approach women, but Zhenghe is accompanied by a woman. This is so ambiguous and makes people daydream.
What's more important is that although this woman has a dirty face, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that she is a beauty, with a childish and bumpy figure, plump and attractive, and a seductive flavor everywhere.
As long as he is a normal man, who can control being with such a woman all day long?
Zhenghe, taking such a woman with him, and subjugating a descendant of the Qilin tribe as a mount, all the signs are different from the teachings of Buddhism. Therefore, it is reasonable for the red-haired middle-aged man to doubt whether Zhenghe is pretending.
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Hearing this, the people around him nodded in sympathy.
They wanted to hear how Zhenghe explained this woman, because on the way to Huajian Holy Cult, many people had noticed this charming beauty beside Zhenghe.
Even though her face cannot be seen clearly and she is dressed simply, everyone knows that this woman must have good looks. If she dresses up, she will definitely be stunning.
