Chapter 2388： : Orthodox

The three figures came over the square, and the golden light was lingering. The three of them were all without a hair. They were also covered with golden plaques. The first person in the middle was kind and eye-catching, with large earrings and quite buddhas.

"My Amitabha."

After the three people came, they put their hands together and gave a gift to Mu Feng and others.

"Buddha!"

Mu Feng looked at the people with a slight surprise. The dress of these three people is obviously Buddha repair.

"Western Xianyu, Puci Tianzun."

Yu Qing looked at the monk in the middle and realized the identity of the other party.

"My Amitabha, the donors are polite, the poor and the merciful, have seen the donors."

This Puci Tianzun screamed at the Buddha, and bowed to Mu Feng and others.

"Less Lord, this is the Xihai Xianyu, the Thousand Buddhas of the Thousand Buddhas Temple, also known as the Puci Living Buddha."

Qi Qing quickly said to Mu Feng.

"Pu Ci Tian Zun."

Mu Feng looked at the three monks, two of whom were the peaks of the Emperor of Heaven, and the energy fluctuations emitted by the Puci Tianzun were indeed a strong man.

Mu Feng folded his hands together and gave a ceremony. "The three masters came from afar. I don't know if anything happened?"

Pu Citian looked at Mu Feng, kindly and kindly, and smiled and said: "This donor is the famous fairyland, Mu Feng, the master of the Shura Temple. Today, I saw it, it is extraordinary, it is a man of air, poor. Ci, I have seen the Lord Mu Feng."

This kindness is extremely humble and courteous, and speaking is also a breeze, it is difficult to feel bad.

“The master is polite, I heard the name of the Western Thousand Buddhas Temple, but I have not yet visited.”

Mu Feng calmly said, thinking about what the other side is doing, Shura Temple, and there is no such thing as a relationship with the Thousand Buddhas.

Pu Citian looked at the hundreds of millions of people below, saying: "Mu Feng Dianzhu, this time the barren came from the West, there is a great merit to send to the Lord Mu Feng, I do not know that Mu Feng Dian may listen to me. ""

"Great merit?" Mu Feng looks unchanged. Road: "The master speaks bluntly."

"The Yu people, and the Shura people's struggles are already known to the fairy tales. Now the Yu people's ancestral veins are destroyed. These ordinary Yu people also do not pose a threat to the Shura temple. Instead of killing and creating a smashing day, it is better to let it go. It is a great merit. It is the so-called laying down of the butcher's knife and the establishment of a Buddha. Although I am very murderous, I am absolutely murderous, but it is definitely not unclear. If you kill innocent people, can you let these feathers have a life path?"

Pu Ci Tian Zun slightly owed his body, actually came to plead with these feathers.

"Oh, ridiculous, Puci Tianzun, I thought that when I was slaughtered by the Yuzu people, you can stand up and pray for my feathers. Whoever believed that I was a bloodthirsty evil race, everyone Calling and killing my Shura, then, where are you? Now want to be the savior? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Yan Qingqi sneered out and looked at Pu Ci Tian Zun.

"Hey, when was the report, when Puci did not stand up for the Shura people, I was so guilty of this statement, but today Puci also asked Mu Fengyao to open the door to the billions of people."

Pu Ci Tian Zun sighed, and he was merciful and compassionate.

"Less Lord, think about the ancestors of the Shura people who died. The grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows again."

Yan Qing quickly advised him that he only had a heartfelt hatred for the Yuren.

Mu Feng looked at the hundreds of millions of feathers. Every fear and angry face looked at him. There are many people who want to tear him apart.

Such racial hatred is really too deep.

"I know how many of you guys dream of killing me?"

Mu Feng looked calm to this person.

"Yes, Mu Feng, I can't wait to pull your skin, drink your blood, just hate that we are not your opponent, but I am not afraid of you, there is a kind of happiness for you."

"Mu Feng, you are a sick and demon, you will be retribution!"

Many feathered and indignant feathers roared.

"court death!"

The Tianfeng army is furious and wants to kill those who are not humiliating.

"stop."

Mu Feng waved his hand and let Tian Fengjun stop.

Then his calm voice poured into the power of God, pressing every snoring and pouring into the sea of ​​people.

"I will give you a story, I, Mu Feng, born in a small continent in the lower class, born in a military family, I originally should have a harmonious family, this life as a common monk, soldier, Paul Jia Weiguo, sharing family fun with his family.

"But unfortunately, I don't have such a blessing. I have never seen my mother since I was a child. Later, even my father left me. When one day, I know that I am not an ordinary human being. I have the blood of Shura. The descendants of the devil, knowing where my mother went, knowing my true race, what happened, and my fate changed from that moment on."

In the presence of the feathers, although they are all angry and resentful, they all have to listen to his voice.

"At that time, I knew, I, my mother, Mu Feng, was ruined by you, by your feathers, and was taken away by your race, causing my family to be fragmented. At that time, what kind of feathers do I have? I have never seen it. I am still only a child in my teens. Later, your teachings in the lower bounds knew my blood. I tried every means to kill me and let me hide. I asked you, my Mu Feng. What's wrong? Can I offend you and kill you? Just because I have the blood of Shura. Is this necessary to be killed?"

Mu Feng looked at these feathers and shouted.

"Sura is bloodthirsty, you are not a good thing."

At this time, a feather man sneered.

"Hahaha, ridiculous, say that I am Shura. Do you have any people who have done the refining of souls and refining soul crystals? You don’t know? Today, I am a sect of the Luo people. If I am, because of this, At one point, you are considered to be evil. All the people who have the blood of the feathers are damned, including you here. What do you say? Anyway, history is written by the king. Later, you are dead, the world only knows, the feathers It’s a dirty, **** race.”

Mu Feng laughed, and the cold eyes looked at everyone.

"This……"

Numerous feathers have changed their faces, and more people can't speak.

"This is the means for you to worship the Luo people in the Lunar New Year, but how many innocences have you killed?"

Mu Feng is cold and indifferent, his eyes are sharper and sharper, and many people are afraid to look at his eyes.

"Where is the race, there is a natural and evil spirit. Since ancient evils are in people's hearts and desires, your high-level feathers can be so mad. Why do we need to be good to you in Shura?"

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