Meng Fanrui's hand was as thick and hard as an iron palm. Jiang Liuyu let out a "scream" and his nose was bleeding. He shouted: "Your damn beat me to death!"

"Agree or not!"

Jiang Liuxian stared at her eyes and said, "No!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The big slap was as rapid as raindrops, and it was as heavy as a rock falling, falling on Jiang Liuyu's face. Recommended: The new work of the master of Moxiang Pisces "The Age of Collapse" http://m./2_2839/Wu Yang on the side wanted to save Jiang Liuyu, but he shouted half a meter from the air: "Stop hitting! Stop hitting! How can it be if it is broken!"

As the saying goes, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the arrogant ones, the arrogant ones are afraid of the fear of the fear of the shameless ones, the shameless ones are afraid of death, the shameless ones are afraid of the shameless ones, and they are afraid of face and suffering.

Wu Yang was dead at this time, Jiang Liuxian wanted face, Meng Fanrui was barefoot, and he was not stingy and was not afraid of anything.

After several rounds of slaps, Jiang Liuyi's eyes were all black. He waved his hand softly, and the flesh in his mouth was bitten to pieces.

"Okay, okay!"

"My dear Lord!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Fanrui grinned and let go. Jiang Liuyu fell to the ground, tears and blood sniffing on his face.

He has never seen this scene!

When wealthy families punish their children, they mostly kneel to the ancestral hall, and at most they use bamboo poles to hit the place without revealing their flesh.

He was born to be a treasure of the Jiang family, and he had never been beaten like this.

Wu Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Jiang Liuyu stared at a pig's head and said with a big tongue: "Damn! Damn Meng Fanrui... Woooooo, I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this, woooooooooo."

"Young master, stop scolding, the young man can't beat him." Wu Yang cried with a sad face.

Jiang Liuyu shut up very consciously, and Meng Fanrui smiled and said, "Mr.? Whose master are you?"

Jiang Liuyu pursed his lips and had no face to ask for it. He said in a hurry: "No one is."

Meng Fanrui smiled and said, "Kneel down! Kowtow to me!"

Jiang Liuyu's tears were flowing into a thread. He had thought about countless possibilities this time, but he never expected this scene today.

The young master of the Jiang family in Qingzhou was beaten like a pig's head, and was forced to kowtow and become a disciple. Where can such an unreasonable person be found in the world?

Too bullying!

Jiang Liuyu felt his knees together, and knelt respectfully, "bang bang bang" and knocked three times in a row.

"Master is here! Please accept the disciple's three bows!"

Meng Fanrui was very satisfied. You care what method I used. In short, this kid gave in and became a disciple, and he did it.

Meng Fanrui smiled and walked forward with his hands, trying to help Jiang Liuyu up, but when Jiang Liuyu saw the mountain bullying over, he trembled unconsciously and crawled backwards with a strange cry.

This is really scared by Meng Fanrui.

Meng Fanrui pretended to be kind and said, "Good disciple, you are obedient, I will naturally not hit you again, don't be afraid."

This big man with a big beard looks even more scary when he smiles like this.

Jiang Liuyu choked with "woof" sobbing, and was pinched by Meng Fanrui's arms with a big palm. In an instant, his scalp became numb and he had goose bumps all over his body.

Once again, I was picked up like a chicken.

"From the future, be obedient to the old man, practice two hours of kung fu every day. If you don't get up one day, your eyes will bloom!"

Jiang Liuqi reluctantly agreed: "Yes."

Damn, who did he provoke whom, why did this big guy fall in love with him?

"Get up! After a while, Boy Wang was taken away by the wolf!"

Jiang Liuyu cried in a whimpering voice, as if he had rolled in the soil, and he would never look like a noble man in the sea-clear eagle feather cloak that day.

The exterior walls of Prajna Temple are mottled and worn, and even a few blue bricks have fallen from the walls at the corners.

The exterior wall is engraved with the powerful "Namo Amitabha" and the handwriting is slightly off. The wooden stakes on the side have been polished by wind and rain, and the outer skin is broken, proving everywhere that this nunnery is old and has been disrepaired.

Zeng Guangxi said: "This Prajna Temple was originally a famous temple with a lot of incense in Fengyang Prefecture. However, why is it clearly a Nv'an named the temple? It is too old to be verified."

Chen Kangdao: "Now there are many Taoist temples, and men and women are incense and incense are abundant. In the Buddhist place, there are naturally fewer believers. This is understandable. To cultivate Buddha and mind, I think the master in this temple must have been sincere to the Buddha."

Zeng Guangxi smiled and without answering, he went to knock on the wooden door.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, and a crisp response came from inside: "Here!"

With a creaking sound, the door opened. Jingyue looked at the person outside the door in surprise, her face turned red in vain, and she frowned and asked, "Amitabha, donor, this is a girl's temple. If you want to worship Buddha, please find another place."

In fact, Jingyue was afraid.

No one has visited Prajna Temple for a long time, but so many people have come today. I have just scolded the young master. Are these people here to seek revenge?

She looked closely and saw a familiar face, frowned slightly, and asked, "Young Master Zeng?"

Zeng Guangxi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it's hard for Master Jingyue to remember me. I am a disciple of Mr. Lechao Yile. My husband and Master Gui'an Siguo have had a few encounters."

Jingyue thought about it and knew that the old man who always came around the temple was named Le, but the master had never spoken to the old man.

She frowned slightly, unable to make up her mind.

Chen Kanggong bowed and continued, "Mr. Master, we came to the mountain with our friends to play, but that friend was lost. Life is at stake. Please be content with us."

Jingyue asked in surprise: "Is it the donor in white clothes?"

Chen Kang said in surprise: "Yes! That's right! Has the little master seen my friend? Is he in the temple now?"

Jingyue said: "I just saw it by the spring water not far away, and I separated after saying a few words. There are often beasts appearing on Tushan Mountain. Come in first, meet my master, and then ask your master to send someone out to find someone!"

Chen Kang and others followed Jingyue to enter Prajna Temple. Several people outside were unbearable, but as soon as they entered Prajna Temple, they felt cold all over. When they walked through the courtyard, they saw three or four nuns meditating and practicing meditation in the main hall. In the hall was enshrined by Sakyamuni Tathagata, Medicine Buddha, the heavens and the kings of heaven. Jingyue said: "We also enshrined the sixteen arhats left by the Tang Dynasty, and the clay-shaped golden bodies!"

Chen Kang said: "The wonderful appearance is solemn, and it is worthy of being an ancient temple."

Jingyue said: "There are all miserable women in the temple. The master is kind-hearted and takes us in. Although life is hard, fortunately, the master led us to open up a large area of ​​land in the back mountain, which is enough for us to be self-sufficient."

Chen Kang was about to answer, but when he heard the sound of the temple gate again, Jingyue was suspicious and said, "Why are you coming here today?"

Zeng Guangxi said: "It was probably because we came together and the friends who were behind us arrived."

Jingyue nodded and returned to the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw a young man who was rolling in the mud, with a wounded face standing outside the door.
Chapter completed!