Sister, you miss me

"Mr. Yang Feng, I beg you, leave me alone." Liu Shengchunzi cried.

"Xiaofeng, your heart is taken by the heart of the teacher." Master Sang Ma said weakly, "Red Sun, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. If you have any requirements, the brothers will all agree to you. Don't embarrass the disciples in the temple. Don't embarrass the two donors."

"Donor, what do you think?" Hong Ri smiled at Yang Feng Yinsi.

Yang Feng stood up, as if standing unsteadily, and said, "Red Sun, at this time, will you still let me go?"

"Haha, it's right to have this awareness, look at my third punch."

With this punch, Hong Ri used ten successful powers, and there was no fancy, so he hit Yang Feng.

A scornful smile appeared in Yang Feng's eyes. Only Hongri could see this smile. Before he could think about it, his two fists collided.

Snapped!This sound was rather dull, it was a normal sound of fist bumping.

It was a contemptuous smile just now, but at this moment he dared to face it hard, and it was still well matched, Hong Ri was surprised to see Yang Feng withdraw his fist.

Unexpectedly, the three punches were not defeated. Of course, Hong Ri was unwilling to keep his promise, but just as he was about to speak, Yang Feng's retracted fist hit again.

Hongri did not hesitate, and once again went head-to-head.

As soon as the two fists touched, Hong Ri only felt a majestic dark energy rushing towards him, his face changed drastically.

First the knuckles, then the wrists, then the elbows, and finally the shoulders.

From bottom to top, a series of "cracking" sounds like popping beans.

In the next moment, Hong Ri's right arm was drooping, and at the same time, there was his gray-faced head.

"This is the mystery of the human body. This is the result of opening up the entrance to life and death. This is the inner strength you can only dream of. See it and be satisfied!"

Just after Yang Feng finished speaking, Hong Ri fell to the ground and hugged his right arm with his left hand, dripping with cold sweat and cramping pain, unable to say a word.

"Sir!" Junko Liusheng threw into his arms desperately.

The Xuankong Temple was strange, it was so gentle as spring. Junko Yanu, wearing a bright yukata, was just next to Yang Feng, and his body didn't shy away from it.

Yang Feng frowned and said, "Chunzi, it looks like we haven't gotten this familiar yet."

Junko Liu was unmoved, and did not let go. "The moment Mr. When lifted Junko from the edge of the ice, Junko secretly vowed to follow Mr. Ding this life."

"You are too hasty!"

"Mister worthy."

"Xiao Feng..." Sang Ma shouted weakly.

Yang Feng immediately took away the arms of Junko Liu Sheng, came to the lotus seat, and lifted Sang Ma to lean on his shoulder.

Sang Ma gasped and said, "Xiao Feng, as a teacher, I did not misunderstand you. You have turned the tide this time and allowed the incense of the Xuankong Temple to continue. Thank you for the teacher."

"Don't say so much." Yang Feng shook his head and said, "Master, do you have this antidote for ten fragrant soft tendons?"

Sang Ma shook his head: "This poison has no solution, but it means that the poisoned person is weakened for twelve hours, and it is not a major problem."

"Twelve hours, is it twenty-four hours?"

"Yes." Mingguang said interface.

At this moment, Mingguang held his father in his arms. Yang Feng looked at him with a clear eyebrow and tears, nodded slightly, and asked, "Mingguang, do you hate me?"

"What do you hate?"

"Hate me for taking your position as abbot, hate me for hurting your father."

Ming Guang shook his head with tears: "I didn't intend to be the abbot at all. It is the respect of the teacher, and there is also the father's catching the ducks on the shelves. Originally, I had never thought about fighting for it, so it doesn't matter who gets it; as for you to hurt my father, the teacher With so many senior brothers present, you are not to blame at all for this."

"Hongri, how can you give birth to such a grandiose and sensible son?" Yang Feng shook his head, "I also directly suspect that he is not yours."

"Donor Yang, don't make such nonsense jokes, can I take my father away?"

"No." Yang Feng looked at him and said, "Come here, I have a task for you."

Mingguang walked towards Yang Feng, his trouser legs were grabbed by Hongri, "Mingguang, don't believe him, that kid has too many conspiracies and I have deceived him."

"Father, what can Donor Yang lie to me?" After all, he walked up to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng whispered to him, Mingguang was dumbfounded, and looked at him after a while and asked, "Is this all right?"

"In short, there is not much harm. The worst result is no effect, so try."

"Alright." Mingguang took a few steps, turned around again, and said earnestly: "Donor Yang, can I take my father back to heal."

Yang Feng shrugged: "It depends on the opinions of my master and you."

Sang Ma closed his eyes and said, "Go, go, I hope I can grow a wise after eating."

"Thank you, thank you teacher, thank you Master Yang, thank you everyone." With a sincere smile on Mingguang's face, he grabbed his father with his hands, just walked to the door, and stopped Yang Feng.

"You don't have to rush to heal the injury, understand."

"Understood." Mingguang nodded and went quickly.

As soon as the red sun passed, a dozen of his supporters knelt down and wept bitterly: "Abbot, we were confused for a while, and we were bewitched by the red sun. Please forgive the abbot."

Sang Ma waved his hand, and they retreated sadly.

And squeezed at the door, fifty or sixty weak limbs helped each other into the hall, and sat down cross-legged one by one.

"Abbot, our incompetence has made you wronged."

Then, fifty or sixty people said it together.

Sang Ma shook his head: "Don't blame you, thief is hard to guard against!"

Despite what Sang Ma said, the monks bowed their heads one by one.

Yang Feng supported Sangma and sent an internal force over it. It turned out to be like a clay cow entering the sea, and the ten-flavored soft tendons were really overbearing.

As soon as this thought turned, Mingguang hurried over, holding a jade bottle in his hand, exactly like the one in the hands of Guanyin in the South China Sea.

He came to the group of brothers who were sitting cross-legged, found one, and put the mouth of the bottle under his nose.

"It smells like something." The brother turned his head and pushed Mingguang away and stood up abruptly.

At this moment, he naturally became the focus of the audience, and all eyes were on him.

He looked at his hands, frowned and muttered: "Hey, my poison is detoxified?"

Mingguang was overjoyed: "Donor Yang, it works, it works!"

"Try a few more people, it really works, and then detoxify Master."

"Yes."

Next, people in the hall kept saying "It smells so bad," and people with shallow stomachs even vomited on the spot, but there is no doubt about the fact that two-thirds of the people successfully detoxified, stood up, and recovered their strength.

At this moment, Junko Liu Sheng looked at Yang Feng with admiration.

Sang Ma was also very curious: "Xiao Feng, is there an antidote to this Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, how did you know?"

"I, that is, the blind cat ran into a dead mouse." Yang Feng smiled. "A hero named Jin mentioned in his book."

Sangma nodded: "That's it, Jin Daxia must be an inexperienced expert, and it is rare for Xiao Feng to have knowledge and knowledge."

"That's that, Jin Daxia is not only an expert, but also an idol. He has created countless classics. Flying snow shot the white deer, and the Laughing Man leaning on Bi Yuan. Admire it!"

"To say this to Xiaofeng, I also yearn for being a teacher, but unfortunately, I am afraid that I will never see it in my lifetime."

"As long as the master lives well, there is hope."

Sang Ma was the last to detoxify, and his apprentices surrounded him like a moon.

Under all eyes, Mingguang knelt down: "My teacher..."

"Ming Guang," Sang Ma's spirit and spirit are extremely frustrated despite the detoxification, "You are asking for your father's pity."

Mingguang threw himself to the ground: "My teacher, I know that my father is sinful, but please remember that he is a useless person, spare his life, as long as you promise, Mingguang is willing to do anything, including giving up the position of abbot."

Sangma smiled: "Mingguang, Mingguang, do you think Xiaofeng really cares about the position of an abbot in our temple where birds do not shit?"

"But what else does Mingguang have?"

Sang Ma said in a daze: "Xiao Feng is just a passer-by. He is going to leave after all, and you still need to take charge of the temple after all."

"Master..." Tears flickered in Mingguang's eyes.

Sang Ma took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, handed him to Yang Feng, and said, "This is black jade intermittent ointment. Take it and heal your father."

"Thank you, teacher." Mingguang kept kowtow, and soon his forehead became bloody.

"It's rare. I don't know the blessings of Hongri's cultivation and gave birth to a loyal, filial and benevolent son like you." Sang Ma said moved.

Mingguang was going to knock again, but he gave an invisible force to hold it up. He looked at Yang Feng in surprise, biting his lip, his eyes were full of eagerness.

Yang Feng smiled and handed the porcelain vase to Mingguang.

Mingguang took it with both hands and turned to leave.

"Hold on." There was a violent shout in the temple, and a bald arhat said: "Abbot, he framed everyone like this red sun, is that so, then, who will abide by the strict rules of the temple in the future."

This remark was echoed by babbles. Hong Ri was too careless. Not only did he attack his own brothers, but also his disciples, he was simply an enemy of the people, so he became the target of thousands of people.

The Red Sun has a detailed plan, but only a hundred secrets.He had never expected Yang Feng to be so tough, and he never expected that such a tough person would still be scheming.

Winners and losers are so realistic and so cold.If the red sun is true, the result will be different.

As the abbot, Sang Ma, of course, can't just go it alone, let alone what everyone said is reasonable, so he asked: "How do you plan to end it."

"My father has become a useless person. For him who is struggling to win, it is more uncomfortable than killing him. My father has already been punished. I implore all the brothers and sisters to raise their hands and let him die."

Mingguang couldn't help kowtow, leaving two blood lines again where the bleeding had just stopped.

The Arhat said: "Capital sins can be avoided and living sins cannot be escaped. It is okay to save him from death. Then interrupt his other three limbs!"

Mingguang's face turned pale and sat on the ground.

Sangma nodded and said, "If this is the case, the punishment will be executed by the precepts hall."