Suddenly, the two looked terrified, and Mu Fusheng said, "Senior, someone has chased me, maybe it was Li Er who was savoring the smell."
Youtanhua smiled contemptuously and said, "It's just a group of fish. Let's meet, I'm not happy to see that Li Er."
That was quite unhappy, but he didn't expect that he came to him.
After saying that, she hooked her finger and said to the young man: "Child, come to my emperor."
The young man was stunned and a little at a loss. This was the first time someone subconsciously protected her first.
Seeing that the boy had no reaction, Utanhua pulled him behind impatiently and said, "Follow me obediently, you are the weakest here and you are still slow to react."
Although the boy was scolded a few times, his heart was warm.
Mu Fusheng naturally stepped forward to take the lead and protected the two of them behind him.
Soon, twenty or thirty monks came from around them, including Buddhist practice and Taoist practice, completely blocking their way.
Then, Li Er sat in the seat and was carried to them by two monks.
Li Er sneered: "Young Master Song isn't this the way back to the Song Mansion?"
Mu Fusheng didn't deny it, and just said, "Boss Li, you got what you want, I got what I want, what does this mean now?"
"We should pay attention to integrity when doing business. You should deceive me first, so you can't do this business. Let go of that little beauty and let you go this time." Li Er said.
The boy was so scared that he shrank behind Youtanhua.
Utanhua sneered and said, "It's good to be honest. This emperor is very curious about the origin of this young man. Who made him like this? Please ask Boss Li to answer truthfully."
The young man's spiritual root was pulled away and fell to this point. Who did it?
Drawing human spiritual roots is a forbidden technique. Li Er and this group of monks are not able to do it. There must be others behind this.
"You dare to take a lot of money if you don't know the origin of this young man. You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger. Let you leave the young man to save you. Otherwise, you will be killed by jealousy by then, and I, Li Er, will be guilty of me."
Li Er did not answer Utanhua's question, but instead said hypocritically.
He waved his hand and the monks took another step forward.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't want toast, I will leave it to you."
After saying that, Utanhua disappeared from the spotlight in front of everyone, carrying the boy's shoulders.
Li Er and the monks were shocked. This man, with a person with no cultivation, could teleport, which shows his cultivation...
The next second, I saw Utanhua and the boy sitting leisurely on the roof on the opposite eaves and under the moon wheel.
Youtanhua supported his head with one hand, looking at the show.
The boy then stopped his cold sweat and stared at the bottom with concentration.
Mu Fusheng folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Boss Li, you should quickly explain the origin of this young man, otherwise you won't blame the little monk for being rude."
Li Er gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "Pretending, can the group of monks he raised deal with these two unknown names?"
"Come on me." Li Er ordered.
In an instant, these monks sacrificed magic weapons and took the initiative toward Mu Fusheng.
Mu Fusheng still had not moved his body, his hands folded and said, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"
After saying that, a powerful golden Buddha light mixed with pressure gushed out from him and swept across the monks.
Wherever the Buddha's light went, magic weapons fell to the ground one after another, and these monks were so pressed that they could not raise their heads and knelt directly on the ground.
No one was lifting Li Er's seat, and it hit the ground with a slam. He fell forward and fell directly.
Youtanhua looked at all this with a smile and said to the young man beside him: "Hehe, is my little monk handsome?"
The boy stared blankly at the starlight in Utanhua's eyes, and then looked at the man who stood calmly and pressed the group of monks to the ground without any effort.
He opened his mouth and made a hunch.
Utanhua smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't speak anymore, but don't worry. Give me three days to get rid of your forbidden spell."
The boy still opened his mouth and ummed for a few whispers, but crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Utanhua held his shoulder and fell back to Mu Fusheng.