"The family teacher and the master are now in the main hall, please come with the poor monks!" There were not many monks in Dade, so he turned around and went to the main hall.

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Main hall.

"Teach the real person, I don't know if your sect has two people, the poor and the flower Wuchen?" After some politeness, Deng Yiming bowed to the high Puyi.

"There are these two people, could it be that these two people have an old relationship with Xiaoyou, and Xiaoyou also came to visit them?" Pu Yi's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked down at Deng Yiming, he didn't know what his intentions were, but he was wondering in his heart, first Chen Jinyuan and a few people, and then these people in front of him, why did they all come to visit those two?

The corners of Deng Yiming's mouth curled a little, as long as there are people, I am afraid that people are not here with you, "The younger generation did come to visit these two people, and they did have an old relationship with them, but it was not an old relationship, but an old hatred, I don't know where these two people are now, the younger generation wants to ask them for some explanations!" ”

Deng Yiming's face was proud, his tone was a little aggressive, Pu Yi's brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeply, the arrogance on this son's body, even he was a little frightened.

Puyi's face instantly became cloudy, but Pu Ci said, "Amitabha, the poor teacher and nephew were originally the presiding officer of a small temple in Tongnan County, and later switched to our faction under the pseudonym Daku; As for Hua Wuchen, it was originally a scattered cultivation, and not long after joining our faction, these two people have always lived in a simple place and do not fight with others, how can they have an old hatred with the little benefactor? ”

"The words of the monk are wrong, how can a person's heart be measured by his appearance, and he can't he hear the words of the heart of a man and a beast!" Deng Yiming smiled lightly, then gritted his teeth and said, "My father is the leader of the clan. I am the only child in my family, and my father is old and frail. I wanted to pass it on to me a year ago, but these are the two of them. If it weren't for the rescue of my two uncles, I would have no bones left now, and these two people made me homeless, and this revenge will not be avenged, and my hatred will not be eliminated. ”

"Senior brother, this person has a righteous face. It's not like lying, what do you think? Pu Ci listened to Deng Yiming's impassioned speech, his two white eyebrows tightened more and more, and turned his face to look at Pu Yi, but Pu Yi had a cloudy and uncertain face.

"Deng Xiaoyou, these are your side words, how can you make us believe it?" As the head of a faction, demeanor is a must, although the heart is gloomy. But Pu Yi still had a warm smile on his face.

"Snort......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the two house slaves behind Deng Yiming grab their clothes and pull them gently, and the clothes suddenly became fragments.

"Ahh The girl in white screamed, and immediately turned her back with a blushing face.

"Monk, look. The scars on the bodies of these two uncles of mine were injured by them when they rescued me that day! I believe it is not difficult to see that the two of them are using the martial arts of your school, and Putuo Mountain is a famous and decent family. I believe that such a disciple will not be tolerated, right? Deng Yiming walked to the side of the two house slaves, only to see their naked upper bodies. There were several scars, although they had healed. But it still looks pretty hideous.

Pu Ci got up and walked down the steps, and when he came forward, his brows were wrinkled deeper and deeper, and those accumulated scars were under the Confucian martial arts 'Qianfu Finger' and the Buddhist martial arts 'Bodhi Palm' in Putuo Mountain, which could not be faked.

"Monk, I don't know what you can see?" A sneer appeared on Deng Yiming's face.

"Nan no Amitabha!" Pu Ci turned around, folded his hands, and burst of golden light on his body, "When is the time for retribution, the donor is a person who is destined for the Buddha, he should not remember that those hatreds are unwilling to let go, some grudges, let him go with the wind!" ”

Puci actually exerted the great magic power of 'transforming the common people' again, the sound of the Buddha pierced his ears, Deng Yiming's eyes suddenly became confused, and the two slaves were shocked when they saw this, and wanted to come to the rescue, but Puci was surrounded by soaring waves, which made them unable to get close.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ......" Puci's lips kept turning, the golden light around him, the living Buddha came to the world, and the people around him seemed to see the Elysium from the golden light, and their hearts seemed to be attracted by the bursts of Sanskrit chanting.

"Buzz ......"

Behind Deng Yiming, the divine sword swayed a microwave, and a trace of yellow light shot into Deng Yiming's mind, and Deng Yiming suddenly woke up from the Elysium from which he could not extricate himself.

"Humph......"

The supernatural power was broken, Pu Ci snorted, stumbled back two steps, his chest was stuffy, and he almost vomited blood.

"What a monk, he actually made such a yin move, if it weren't for the divine sword body, I am afraid that he would be taken away!" Deng Yiming had palpitations, panting heavily, sweat soaked his clothes, and the ruthlessness on his face flashed.

"The master is profound, the younger generation is ashamed of himself, the younger generation is not a person who cultivates Buddhism, he doesn't understand those Buddhist principles, he only knows that people respect me a foot, I respect people, and ask the master to invite these two people out, the dignified Putuo Guanyin Sect, will definitely not tolerate the existence of such scum disciples, right?" Deng Yiming said.

Pu Ci calmed down the shocking internal organs, and a look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, "The great supernatural power of 'Transforming the Common People' has failed to work on the two juniors one after another, is it really as the senior brother said, is this supernatural power just a chicken rib?" ”

"Xiaoyou, who is white-faced and who is black-faced, it's still too early to say, I'll confront the two teachers and nephews later, and then talk about who is the scum!" Pu Yi stood up and summoned his disciples to invite the poor and the flowers to be dustless.

Deng Yiming stood with his sword in his hand, snorted lightly, retreated to the side of the woman in black, and waited quietly.

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Soon, the poor and Hua Wuchen arrived in the temple.

Before he could salute, Pu Yi asked with a calm face, "Do you know this little friend?" ”

"It's you!" As soon as Hua Wuchen turned around, he saw Deng Yiming standing with a sword in his arms, and he was stunned for a short time, and then recognized Deng Yiming.

"Do you really know each other?" Seeing this, I didn't know how many people had old before, and Pu Yi's face sank terribly.

Hua Wuchen looked directly at Deng Yiming, did not speak, and stepped forward to say, "Uncle Zhang, we do have some relationship with this person, a year ago, the disciple and the junior brother went to the mortal world, and helped the junior brother Wuchen but had a knot, during which he formed some grievances with this donor, and he ...... that day."

"Hahahaha......" Before the poor voice fell, he was interrupted by Deng Yiming laughing, he knew what the poor would say next, of course, he was not allowed to continue, "Two seniors, you have heard it, he himself admits that he has a grudge against me." ”

"Donor, why don't you listen to the two nephews finish speaking?" Puci frowned.

"Hehe, these two people are full of gobbles and sophistry, how can they listen to their nonsense, they hurt me to have a home and can't go back, this hatred is not shared, but today's juniors want to ask these two for a few tricks, if they can beat the juniors, then this grievance, the juniors will no longer pursue it!" Deng Yiming chuckled lightly and said aggressively. (To be continued.) )