Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 38, Sins

He Yuan also realized that he had unknowingly used a different accent just now.

"Fleeing famine when I was young, I don't know where my hometown is. I only know that it is a Han Chinese in this northern land." This is what He Yuan remembers.

"We're pretty much the same. We're all poor. When I was young, I was a slave to the Jinren." Hong Qi probably recalled what happened in his early years.

Master and apprentice Kuchen actually started talking when they saw the two of them.I feel very uncomfortable, obviously I am the disciple of Songshan lineage.The new head of the beggar gang didn't come from his own acquaintance, but had a happy chat with that Toutuo who secretly learned martial arts, so it can be seen that he is also a young man who doesn't know the general.It's just that, just now, I got acquainted with those members of the Luoyang Beggar Gang under the watchful eyes of everyone. After I found out that the person I knew was a villain, I would have the cheek to go up and talk to the leader of the gang.

"Let's not talk about this, these barbarians have backgrounds, and their kung fu is not Central Plains martial arts, so the rescuers brought in later may not be so easy to deal with. Eat and drink enough, wait for them." Hong Qi took the initiative to divert topic.

"I will do it in a while, and I will be counted."

"Brother He has a problem with them?" Hong Qi asked.

He Yuan nodded.

They were chatting here, and the people in the grass shed were all busy.Liu Shaopei was unhappy, since he saw the conflict just now, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart.Since arriving at the ferry, too many things have happened, and many things are too coincidental.Based on his life experience, he feels that things today will never be so simple.Immediately ordered the servants to go out and look for the ferry, hoping to leave here early.

At this time, a few strange drum sounds were heard in the distance.The sound of the drum is different from that of the cowhide drum made in the Central Plains.The sound of the drum is dull, the sound is not loud, and the tone of the beating is bleak and distant, mysterious and strange.Every drum beat has a strange power, as if the sound will drill into your pores.

Hearing the sound of the drum, the group of injured barbarians regained their spirits.At this moment they were gathered together and waited there, obviously waiting for the new group of people.Accompanied by the sound of drums, a group of people came, much more than the ones who came just now.

He Yuan carefully looked at the person who came.Three light sedan chairs carried three strangely dressed monks, and around the sedan chairs were a dozen or so red-clothed monks on foot, followed by some barbarian martial artists.The interpreter who ran out just now was guiding the direction.When these people approached the hut, they stopped, and the drums stopped.

The servant who was carrying the sedan chair slowly lowered the sedan chair, and the three monks got out of the sedan chair, leading the crowd forward.The first three people, one young, one middle-aged, one old, dressed in different ways.The monk's robes of the young people turned out to be red, white and blue, with blue being the main color.The middle-aged man wore a yellow monk hat and a red cassock.There was also an old monk with a gray beard, but he looked very energetic.The three of them stepped forward, maintaining their identities without speaking in a hurry.

The barbarian Na Muli walked over and told the young fan monk the ins and outs respectfully.Then, the young monk stood up and spoke to the interpreter. The Chinese interpreter immediately came up and said to Hong Qi and the others: "Master Puba said, please come forward and talk to the beggar gang." At this time, the interpreter, He has recovered his haughty look, and speaks in a cadence.

When Hong Qi heard the interpreter's questioning, he smiled and said, "It's good to beat the young ones and bring the old ones. Today I will meet experts from outside the field." After saying that, he put down his things, picked up the bamboo sticks and walked towards the open space.Seeing that He Yuan also stood up, Hong Qi took the time to tell him: "Brother He, this group of people is not simple. The martial arts of foreign lands are very different from the martial arts of the Central Plains. Their martial arts are unique. There are many masters among them. Come be careful."

When everyone in the Liu family saw that He Yuan was going to fight against the monk again, they all complained in their hearts and dared not persuade him.Miss Liu Jiaer saw it, and said to her master: "Master, do you see these monks who are invincible?"

Master Jingling glanced at her, shook her head, did not answer the question, but whispered another topic: "Listen, you three, I didn't want to talk about the origin of our school in the past, because I didn't want to lose sight of it." The face of the patriarch. You just need to know that our school originated from the hermit sect of the Tang Dynasty. Our martial arts are not so complicated, and almost all of them have been passed on to you. Practice hard. Remember, only three students are accepted. People." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

The abrupt words made the three apprentices confused, so they could only agree.

He Yuan came out of the thatched shed, as soon as he appeared, someone ran to Huang Mao and said a few words.The fan monk looked at He Yuan.

Among the three headed monks, the young one still spoke: "What is the name of the benefactor? Why are you in trouble with us?"

"The new head of the beggar gang - Hong Qi. What you have done is against the law, so I will take care of it."

The person who asked the question was in his twenties and had a high status among this group of people.Dressed in a red monk robe, he looks very handsome, except for his dark skin, he is even more beautiful than ordinary women. He holds a rosary in his hand, has a dignified face, and speaks fluent Chinese.

"It turned out to be the head of the beggar gang. I'm disrespectful. The poor monk is a disciple of the Great Compassionate Dharma King of the Garang School-Puba Yeshe." Then he introduced two other lamas: "This is the uncle of the poor monk - Bao Master Yin." Then, he pointed to another middle-aged man with a yellow hat and said, "This is Master Xinlu Pai Tenzeng." The three monks saluted one by one according to the rules.

Tenzin, who wore a yellow hat, ignored the others, looked straight at He Yuan, and said a few words.Another fan monk holding a vajra stood up and said a few words in blunt Chinese: "Master asked you, did you kill Brother Saga?
He Yuan was taken aback when he heard this, and after a while he realized: "You're talking about the people who besieged us in the Dengfeng Field Hotel, right?"

Another person suddenly interjected: "That's right, it's there."

The man said to Fan Seng again: "It was he who made the move at that time. There are not many brothers left in our group."

He Yuan saw that the person who spoke was unfamiliar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him.But according to what he said, this person was the one who ran away from the shop on the side of the grass road that day, and he came back to rescue the soldiers.

"Brother, do you really have grievances with them?" Hong Qi asked.

"Yes, I met them when I first came out of the mountain."

"It seems that we are really destined, and we are all a family."

The two of them were chatting and joking here, and Puba Yeshe said: "Several benefactors, the poor monk is going to take back the items, women and children prepared for the Jinlan Puja. At that time, there will be many masters and masters coming. , I really can’t delay. As long as you sincerely repent and don’t bother with this matter, I can make the decision and treat what happened today as if it never happened. Otherwise, everyone who you do will bear the guilt.

(End of this chapter)