Chapter 2361 I am the master of my father's funeral
Meng Twelve was furious, holding the knife and rushing forward with murderous intent.
Mu Yunhan frowned. After the last fire in Park City, she had a very bad impression of Meng Twelve.
She felt that this man had many tricks and tricks, and she never had a chance to deal with him. Now that he had come to her door, he definitely didn't want to be polite.
She winked and wanted Mu Li and others to come up, but Gu Fenglin signaled that he wouldn't interfere and he would handle it himself.
Mu Li and the others had no choice but to stand there with their hands tied, watching helplessly as Meng Twelve rushed in front of them.
Suddenly, he saw Meng Jia dressed in coarse linen mourning clothes and rushed out quickly. Before anyone arrived, he shouted: "Stop!"
Meng Twelve's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he raised his long knife high and struck it down without stopping.
Everyone thought that his target was Gu Fenglin, so they were not too worried about the priest because he was very skilled and Meng Twelve was just humiliating himself.
But he didn't expect that after the knife struck, it suddenly turned around and struck towards Mu Yunhan.
The cold wind hit, Mu Yunhan reacted quickly, and just as he was about to duck down to avoid it, he was carried aside by Gu Fenglin.
At the same time, there was a loud "bang", and Meng Twelve screamed, fell to the ground, hugged his right leg and howled miserably.
Mu Yunhan looked closely and saw that his right leg was twisted in a strange posture and was actually broken.
Looking to the side, a stone lock was still swinging and rolling, and a shallow pit was made on the bluestone ground.
She immediately determined that this was not Gu Fenglin's handwriting.
She looked forward, and saw Meng Jia slowly approaching with a sullen face, his hands behind his back, his expression cold and his eyes fierce.
The Meng clan members, who were noisy and noisy at first, all looked at him with horrified eyes and automatically gave way.
Meng Jia walked up to Meng Twelve calmly and said coldly: "You gathered a crowd to make trouble and tried to assassinate the priest and Mrs. An Guo. Do you want to cause the Meng family to be executed by the three clans?"
Meng Twelve was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale. He didn't even bother to answer Meng Jia's words, he just howled miserably.
When the Meng clan heard the miserable howl and the words "Three clans were punished", many of them turned pale and quietly put away their weapons.
The emperor's attitude is very clear. The reformist family is the dominant one. If something goes wrong with Gu Fenglin and his wife today, no one will be able to get better.
Meng Jia turned around and bowed to the Meng clan, saying sincerely: "Uncles and brothers, we are guests. I hope you will exercise restraint."
An old man with white beard and hair was helped out. He poked his crutches hard and said in disappointment: "Meng Jia! You can't be a spineless person. Everyone can ignore this matter today, but you can't! Gu Fenglin provoked first,
You broke your cousin's leg?"
Meng Jia had no expression: "Oh, third uncle and grandnephew know."
Third Uncle Meng said: "Put away your knives and sticks, and ask the priest to leave. Our temple is small and cannot accommodate a great god like him!"
Meng Jia said: "This is my home. I am in charge of my father's funeral. Priest Gu, Mrs. Anguo, please!"
Uncle Meng couldn't believe it, and said with trembling lips: "You! Xiao Shi! How dare you do this..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Yunhan silently filled in the last half of his sentence: "...to offend the tribe in this way?"
Meng Jia said calmly: "Before my father passed away, I asked the Priest's Palace for help, and the Priest's Palace granted my request. So, what reason do I have to turn them away? Please!"