Chapter 871                                                                                                                             

"Master, please stay." At this time, a middle-aged man with red hair flew over the end of the sky, with a strong figure, a dragon and tiger posture, deep eyes, like a generation of overlords, came to Zhenghe and said so.

Zhenghe turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but be stunned because he didn't know the other person. He immediately folded his hands together and bowed: "Amitabha, what's the matter with me, this donor!"

The red-haired middle-aged man seemed to be of great origin. He just came to the square and instantly attracted the attention of many people, with a slight awe in his expression.

Many people's eyes showed a hint of interest because they all recognized the identity of the middle-aged man and knew what he was doing with Zhenghe. It seemed that there would be a good show this time.

"Master, is he a monk from the Southern Region Buddhism?" The red-haired middle-aged man, although he had a demeanor of looking down on the world, was quite polite to Zhenghe, and came up to ask.

Buddhism is popular in the southern region, and thousands of Buddhas bloom. There are many monks, and the most admired of them are naturally Buddhist disciples.

Because this inheritance is the most authentic and powerful, it is naturally incomparable to ordinary monks when walking on the mainland.

"Yes!" Zhenghe nodded. Although he was a popular young man in Buddhism recently, he did not show too arrogantly and still looked very humble.

"It turns out that he is a genuine Buddhist disciple, who is rude, but Master, I am very puzzled. Your Buddhist and my Qilin clan have never violated the rivers. Why do you imprison and imprison my descendants of the Qilin clan? And he even took them for a mount. Does the master look down on me in the Qilin clan?" After asking about Zhenghe's origin, the middle-aged man looked down on me and said with a hint of anger in his tone.

People from the Qilin clan?

When Zhenghe heard this, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in surprise, thinking that he didn't blame the other party for his appearance as bad as the person who came from it was actually a figure from the Qilin tribe.

If you look closely, the other party's shape is indeed exactly the same as the Qilin Tuoba at the time. It has red hair and a burly body. It really wants to contain endless flames.

The only difference is that the other party's eyes are deeper, and the aura is more vigorous and terrifying, giving people a feeling like a great mountain, and every word and action is full of great pressure.

From the square, many people showed a look of awe at him. This middle-aged man was not only from the Qilin tribe, but perhaps he must have an extraordinary identity in the Qilin tribe.

Qilin Tuoba was right next to Zhenghe, and was carried by the Buddhist vajra hoop, which looked like a mount. It was naturally normal to see the masters of the Qilin clan and come to settle the score.

"This..." Just as he was just a little confused, he was trying to conquer Qilin Tuoba, which was Wang Teng's intention. Wang Teng was missing at the moment, so he asked him to look at Qilin Tuoba and Huahuang. Of course he had to abide by it, but unexpectedly, he met a master of the Qilin tribe here, and he was still a little unreasonable for a while.

"Donor, this time it's not right, I'm going to let go of Tuoba." Zhenghe sighed at last, bowed and said.

At this time, he had no choice but to take the blame to Momo.

In the square, many people knew that Zhenghe and Wang Teng were birds of a feather, but due to the identity of the Buddhist sect behind Zhenghe, even if someone had a marriage with Wang Teng, he would not dare to treat Zhenghe.

They also knew that it was Wang Teng who conquered Qilin Tuoba. However, seeing that Zhenghe was wronged, no one was willing to come out and talk to Zhenghe.

Wang Teng is already in danger, and he is probably no longer alive. If he can see the master of the Qilin clan at this time, it would be a great pleasure to knock on this Buddhist monk.

"Release now?" However, the middle-aged man with red hair couldn't help but sneer, with a hint of ridicule, as if he had heard the best joke. The Kirin clan has been in seclusion for many years and has never been afraid of any force, but no one is afraid of anyone who dares to bully them.

"This master said, "If you insult me, Qilin Clan, then let me go, can you just let go? Otherwise, I will catch you now and be my mount. For a while, I will openly apologize to you Buddhism and let you go as a livestock?" The red-haired middle-aged man said with a cold expression.

Taking the Qilin clan members as mounts is a great insult to other clans.

They are arrogant and also divine. Whenever there are extraordinary people on the continent who want to conquer the descendants of the Qilin clan, the entire Qilin clan will regard it as an enemy. No one has a good ending, no matter what force the other party comes from.

Zhenghesi also saw that the other party would not give up so well, and looked a little embarrassed, and smiled bitterly: "What exactly does the donor want?"

"Hmph, Buddhism has a long history and a huge foundation. His disciples walk on the mainland and have endless halos. However, this has led to many people pretending to be authentic Buddhist disciples and cheating outside. To be honest, I think the master is not like a Buddhist disciple?" The red-haired middle-aged man suddenly sneered, and a trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

If Zhenghezhen was told by him, he would slaughter this fake product, and he could also claim the shame of the Qilin clan, killing two birds with one stone.

"Amitabha, monks do not lie, I am from the Buddhist spiritual mountain." Zhenghe just clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, but there was no explanation.

"Hmph, okay, then what's going on with this woman beside you?" The red-haired middle-aged man pointed at the Hua Emperor beside him, and said with a terrifying aura in his eyes.

As we all know, people in Buddhism are not close to women, but are following a woman by their side. This is too ambiguous and imaginative.

More importantly, although this woman has a dirty face, a discerning person can tell at a glance that she is a beauty with a convex and childish figure, plump and attractive, and a scent of souls everywhere.

With such a woman all day, who can control her as long as she is a normal man?

Zhenghe, with such a woman, subdued the descendants of the Qilin clan and regarded them as mounts. All the signs were different from the teachings in Buddhism. Therefore, it is reasonable for the red-haired middle-aged man to doubt whether Zhenghe was pretending.

After hearing this, the people around him nodded in agreement.

They really wanted to hear how Zhenghe explained this woman, because on the way to the Huajian Holy Teaching, many people noticed that Zhenghe was so charming and charming beauties around him.

Even if she couldn't see her face clearly and was dressed very simply, everyone knew that this woman must have a good appearance. If she dressed up, she would definitely be extremely stunning.
Chapter completed!