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Chapter 31 He is doomed, Gods and Buddhas can't save him, I said it!
Amitabha!
A great monk came out of the darkness chanting the Buddha's name.

He is tall and tall, wearing a red cassock, with nine ring scars on his head, big ears on one side, and austere treasure appearance, he looks a bit like a Buddhist monk.

Behind him, followed by eight monks holding wooden sticks.

A group of nine people quickly walked up to Chen Yang, and the head monk chanted the Buddha's name again, and said: "This benefactor, the poor monk Miaojue, is the head of the precept hall of Dalin Temple. Yongzhen is an abandoned disciple of Dalin Temple. Can you give him to the poor monk and take him back to Dalin Temple for disposal."

Chen Yang frowned.

Just as he was about to refuse, his ears trembled suddenly, and he heard someone coming again.

Sure enough, the next moment, a man wearing a black exercise suit flew over, and before he arrived, the voice came first, "Yongzhen must be taken away by our Wumeng!"

Chen Yang took a closer look, and found that this man looked to be in his thirties. On the black exercise uniform, the word Wu was embroidered with golden silk thread.

"It turned out to be the benefactor Pei."

The great monk Miaojue seemed to know the person, clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name, and said: "Benefactor Pei, Yongzheng is an abandoned disciple of my Dalin Temple, he should be handed over to me to bring him back to Dalin Temple, and I will deal with it according to the regulations of Dalin Temple."

"Yongzhen was expelled from Dalin Temple, and he is no longer at the gate of Dalin Temple. He committed many crimes, and I should bring him back to the Wumeng for execution." The young man surnamed Pei argued hard.

The two argued and almost fought.

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes dangerously, Yong really caught him.

Without his consent, these two people are fighting for the right to dispose of it here, and they don't take him seriously.

"You don't seem to have asked me yet." Chen Yang said lightly.

The young man surnamed Pei and monk Miaojue turned their heads at the same time, only then did they notice that there was Chen Yang.

The young man surnamed Pei glanced at Chen Yang, and said: "Ancient warriors violated the law. If they have sects, they will be dealt with by their sect. If they don't, they will be dealt with by the Wumeng. Even the local criminal police have no right to intervene."

Chen Yang was taken aback, he didn't expect such a statement.

Miaojue saw his doubts, and nodded, indicating that it was indeed so.

Seeing that it was difficult to win or lose, Miaojue suggested: "Benefactor Pei, since we all want someone, why not leave it to this benefactor to decide who will take it away."

"Alright!" The young man surnamed Pei nodded in agreement.

Amitabha!
Miaojue proclaimed the Buddha's name again, walked up to Chen Yang, and said: "This benefactor, please hand over Yongzhen to my Dalin Temple. The poor monk is willing to represent Dalin Temple and form a good relationship with the benefactor. Where there is a need for help, Dalin Temple will never refuse."

"Yongzhen must be handed over to me."

The young man surnamed Pei also lured him with profit, "As long as you hand him over to Wumeng, Wumeng will accept you as a favor, and there will be countless benefits in the future!"

Chen Yang frowned slightly.

He was very unhappy with the young man surnamed Pei, and ignored him, but asked Miaojue, "Master Miaojue, if I hand Yongzhen over to you and bring it back to your temple, what will your temple want to do with it? Will you kill him?" him?"

Amitabha!
Miaojue chanted the Buddha's name and said: "God has the virtue of loving life, how can a Buddhist person kill easily, this temple will influence him with Buddhism and let him convert to my Buddha."

"This is how your Dalin Temple handles it. It really is merciful!"

Chen Yang sneered, Yongzhen's subordinates were covered with blood, and Dalin Temple wanted to write off these blood debts with a word of Buddhist teachings, which was a bit too beautiful.

Originally, he heard that ancient warriors violated the law and would be dealt with by their sect. Chen Yang was still a little hesitant, thinking whether to hand it over to Dalin Temple, but now he completely gave up the idea.

Seeing Chen Yang ignoring himself and interacting with Miaofa, the young man surnamed Pei looked very unsightly, and threatened coldly, "You'd better think clearly, if you hand him over to Dalin Temple, you will be against my Wumeng."

"I will not hand over people to Dalin Temple!"

Chen Yang shook his head, Yongzhen did a lot of evil, he didn't know how much blood was stained on his hands, he had to use blood and life to make atonement, Dalin Temple's punishment was too light, he refused to admit it.

"He who understands current affairs is a hero, and you will be proud of your choice today."

The young man surnamed Pei smiled, nodded approvingly, and stretched out his right hand to Chen Yang, "If that's the case, then give Yongzhen to me, and the Wumeng will remember your contribution."

Impressively thought that Chen Yang was going to hand over the man to him.

In fact, not only him, but also the monks of Dalin Temple, including Miaojue, think so.

After all, under the premise that both Dalin Temple and Wumeng are important people, Chen Yang has already rejected Dalinsi, and he will definitely choose to hand over to Wumeng, otherwise it is difficult to hand over both?
Wouldn't it mean that both sides are not pleasing, and both sides are offended.

"I think you misunderstood. I never said that I would hand over the person to you." Chen Yang said lightly.

The young man surnamed Pei's complexion darkened, and his eyes flickered coldly, "Neither hand him over to Dalin Temple, nor give him to my Wumeng. Could it be that you plan to keep it for yourself?"

"Yongzhen deliberately rushed to Jiangcheng City to kill me. Before, he killed an innocent family of three, and today he killed and injured several criminal policemen. He must pay the price and must die today." Chen Yang said firmly.

The young man surnamed Pei saw that he couldn't reach an agreement, so he didn't bother to say anything more, so he tore his face directly.

With a sneer, he took a step forward, his body bursting with momentum, his whole body was like a sharp sword coming out of his body, "If you want to kill Yongzhen in front of me, you can try it, see if you can do it."

Amitabha!
Monk Miaojue also took a step forward, "Benefactor, Yongzheng is an abandoned disciple of my Dalin Temple. The poor monk must take him back to Dalin Temple for disposal. If the benefactor is determined to kill him, the poor monk will have to stop him."

The two are a strong threat.

Although the other is euphemistic in words, his attitude is equally unquestionable.

This suddenly angered Chen Yang, his whole body suddenly changed and became aggressive, "Today Yongzhen must die, no one can save him, Dalin Temple can't save him, Wumeng can't save him either, I said it! "

The words fall.

Chen Yang shot directly, raised his palm and patted Yongzhen's head.

"Bold!"

The young man surnamed Pei was furious, and appeared on the left side of Chen Yang in a flash, with two fingers in the middle of the food and fingers like a sword, and suddenly stabbed at Chen Yang's palm.

"Stop him!"

Miaojue let out a low cry, waved his arm, and the monk's robe fluttered. A man appeared on the right side of Chen Yang, and patted his shoulder with a palm.

Behind him, the eight monks also moved almost at the same time. Eight people and eight wooden sticks formed a net of sticks and swooped down towards Chen Yang's back.

Ha ha!

Chen Yang chuckled lightly.

Facing the siege of several people, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The palm fell as usual, and the speed was the same as before, not half a point faster, nor half a point slower.

A fluttering palm.

It doesn't seem to have much strength, and the speed is not particularly fast.

But whether it was the sword finger of the young man surnamed Pei, the palm of the monk Miaojue, or the stick nets of the eight monks, they were all easily thrown behind, and they could not catch up.

puff!
Chen Yang's palm fell on Yongzhen's head.

Yongzhen practiced iron head skills, and his head, which could not even be hit by bullets, exploded directly under Chen Yang's light palm like a ripe watermelon.

Blood splattered.

Miaojue, a young man surnamed Pei, and the others all had gloomy faces at the same time.

In front of the Wumeng and Dalin Temple, regardless of the obstruction of their two families, killing the people who both wanted at the same time, this is a challenge to the Wumeng and Dalin Temple.

(End of this chapter)