I have a room in Huangquan

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"One Shouren, one Shouyi, what is it if you are not a brother?"

Ding Peng rolled his eyes, and suddenly understood why the third master said that his father was a layman, and every time his master mentioned it, he shook his head and sighed.

It seems that except for the second master, my father looks like a piece of elm gada, or the kind of thief shaft, and the car beads are not easy to use.

"Hey! Dad, it's not that my son is incompetent, it's that you really can't help him up."

Ding Peng Yangtian sighed, suddenly he realized.

My father is the most powerful talent in the world, with my mother, the unrivaled empress, behind me, with a talent like him behind him, with Huangquan in his left hand and Beimang in his right, all the wealth in the world can be found.

Below are the Second Master, Third Master, Aunt Tu Tu, Uncle Liao Qiu and many other great talents to take care of.

It is said that standing on the vent, a pig can fly into the sky.

Such a luxurious lineup is enough to be called an epic tornado, let alone a pig, even a fully loaded truck can send you to the top of the sky.

However, my father is as immovable as a mountain, and he can't even help him up. There is really no one in the world who can control him.

Jiuye had a long talk with Pangpang, and finally left with Jiuye sullen and unhappy.

It wasn't that Master Jiu was out of words, but that Fat Pang finally used one sentence to end the indifferent debate: "If you don't see the wrath of Vajra, why is there a bodhisattva's heart, Amitabha?"

This is already Chi Guoguo's threat, what else can Jiu Ye say, he can only lead people away in a desperate manner.

Ding Xiaoyi and his son were not surprised by this result at all.

Ding Peng even sighed in his heart: "After all, people are old and their thinking is too fixed. If it is another person, maybe everyone will be happy at this time."

What he implied was that he naturally looked down on Jiu Ye's bureaucratic style.

After all, being fat, being able to tell you so much along the way is enough to give you face.

If the other big guys in the underworld came, they would slap them directly, kill tens of thousands of people first, and then come to talk to you, and then you will talk if you don’t talk.

"Two, this way please!"

Pang Pang didn't care at all about Master Jiu and the others leaving in resentment.

Inviting the two to sit in the gazebo, the three of them immediately looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

After a while, Ding Xiaoyi bit the bullet and opened his mouth and said, "No fat, what should I call that master?"

"Didn't you already yell?"

Pang Pang looked at him with a smile, and at this moment, Ding Xiaoyi even had an illusion, as if Pang Pang had returned.

But he soon realized that no, the fat and fat eyes in front of him were still clear and kind, but compared with the fat and fat he knew, he lacked the natural freedom and ease.

Thinking of this, he felt even more unwilling, and continued to try to wake up Pangpang's memory: "We actually knew that one before, and we drank wine, ate meat, and stole things together."

Monk Mingdao standing outside the gazebo heard the words, the veins on his forehead burst out, he glared fiercely at Ding Xiaoyi, and almost called out his nine-ringed tin stick to blow up this guy who dared to insult the Lord Buddha.

Dan Ding Xiaoyi didn't care about Monk Mingdao's gaze at all, since he had said it all, he might as well say it all in one breath, at least to make himself happy.

"By the way, do you still remember that when we first met, you stole a jar of lard."

"Also, you often say that Granny Meng doesn't wear underwear."

"Let's go to Youshan together. You stole away the three-handed squirrel, and then took me to steal the squirrel's lair."

He wrenched his fingers and revealed all of Pangpang's great achievements over the years one by one.

Even Ding Peng's forehead was sweating while listening.

I thought to myself: "Third Master still has such a past?? He really can't be judged by his appearance."

If these words hadn't come out of his own father's mouth, if it were someone else, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

But until Ding Xiaoyi revealed everything, the fat eyes in front of him still didn't change.

He sat down on the chair, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom, he looked up at Pangpang with a wry smile and said: "I know, I have said so much, you may not believe it, but"

"I believe!"

Before Ding Xiaoyi finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and Ding Peng's eyes widened: "Do you believe such an exaggeration??"

"letter!"

Pangpang nodded: "Why don't you believe it? It's just a thing of the past. It doesn't matter if you have it. There is nothing you can do."

When Fatty said this, Ding Xiaoyi calmed down instead.

That's right, so what other people's letters, he is no longer what he used to be, just like he is not Luo Zheng, even though he was Luo Zheng in the past, but at this moment, his name is Ding Xiaoyi.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt relieved immediately.

"Amitabha, the poor monk came here for three things, one of which is related to you."

Fatty folded his palms together and looked at Ding Xiaoyi sincerely.

"With me?" His heart skipped a beat, and he was suddenly surprised.

"Exactly, the first thing is for the public, the second thing is for private, and the third thing is for you." Fatty said in a deep voice.

The so-called official business is naturally to suppress this ray of distracting thoughts left by Sakyamuni in the world, and the merits and virtues will be considered complete only after the Buddhist doom.

The so-called private matter came just for Monk Mingdao. He calculated with his fingers that there was a cause and effect between Monk Mingdao and himself.

As for the third thing.

The fat and clear eyes looked at Ding Xiaoyi for a long time before he said in a low voice, "I came here just to kill you."

"kill me!"

The father and son looked at each other, and suddenly they were startled, seeing how fat they looked, they were not joking.

"Exactly, the catastrophe is coming, and you are the source of the catastrophe." Fatty looked at him with a puzzled expression when he said this.

"It is said that you are the one who should be calamity, and we should try our best to help, but the poor monk deduced the secret, and found that the calamity is tied to you alone. It is both a calamity and a corresponding number, how strange."

"Wait, wait, after all, you mean my father must die, right?"

Ding Peng understood what Pangpang meant, and waved his hands again and again to signal him to stop, with a bad look on his face: "Master, let's talk about it, my father's death has nothing to do with the catastrophe."

Ding Xiaoyi sat at the side, his brain was buzzing, he never dreamed that he greeted Pang Pang happily, but Pang Pang actually came with the purpose of killing himself?

"This!"

Fatty shook his head: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. As for the cause and effect of kalpas, the poor monk can't understand it for the time being."

"Then let's talk about it after you've got a thorough understanding. Let's say goodbye!"

After Ding Peng finished speaking, he was about to pull Ding Xiaoyi away.

Monk Mingdao took a step across, blocking their way impartially.

"Why, master, is this going to be strong? If you want to arrest people and get dirty, if you want to kill my father, you have to show real evidence."

Ding Peng said that his fingers were already three inches from his wrist, and if he really wanted to do something today, even if he was not the opponent of the third master, he would have to take a gamble.

At worst, take out the thing that my great master gave me, and I will try my best to keep my father.

Chapter 692

Outside the gazebo, Monk Ming Dao frowned while watching the two people going away, "I don't understand why the Lord Buddha let them go since they are the source of disaster."

Monk Ming Dao asked himself that even though he had met Ding Xiaoyi once, if he fought against him, he would be able to kill this scourge within three rounds.

"Amitabha."

Pang Pang clasped his hands together, did not answer Monk Ming Dao's question, but just looked at Ding Peng who was going away, with a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Just now, when Ding Peng made up his mind, he actually had a bad premonition, as if if he really wanted to force Ding Xiaoyi to stay today, it was destined to cause a catastrophe that would never be recovered.

This strong intuition came from nowhere, but it seemed to be a warning to himself from somewhere.

"Forget it, let everything take its course."

He turned around and looked at the mountain peak piercing the sky behind him. His fingers glowed with golden light. He used his finger as a pen and used the mountain as paper to wave his hand and splash ink, leaving three big golden characters on the ridge.

Not long after, the sound of chanting sutras was heard in this treasure temple, and the golden light irradiated, illuminating half of the sky in District 13.

"Son, listen to this fat man, if he doesn't kill me today, someone else will come to kill me in the future?"

When the two walked down the mountain, Ding Xiaoyi was still thinking about what Pang Pang said to him when he was going down the mountain.

"The general trend is, if the poor monk doesn't kill you today, the gods will kill you in the future."

After thinking about it, I still can't figure out what kind of outrageous things I will do in the future to provoke so many people to kill me.

Besides, what does the so-called catastrophe have to do with me? ?

These doubts lingered in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel incredible.

"You ask me, I don't know how to go, Dad, you should think about what's going on, if it doesn't work, just hide in the underworld, otherwise I can save you this time, but not the next time."

Ding Peng also felt dizzy for a while, just a moment ago, the third master had already made a killing intent, although it was small, it was extremely pure.

It can be seen that the monks are not my Buddha's mercy. They really move their hands, and they are really unambiguous at all. It is really like what the third master said. If you don't see the wrath of the Vajra, you don't show the heart of a Bodhisattva.

While the two were talking, they had already returned to the temporary base.

After asking, he found out that Master Jiu had already left, and Wang Xiang naturally followed him, which made Ding Peng feel disappointed for a while.

I thought to myself, it's not my turn to show my might, so it's over?

As for Wang Zhao, this guy left a video message for himself and left.

Ding Xiaoyi opened it, and only heard Wang Zhao cursed fiercely on the video screen, saying that he wanted to practice hard, and planned to teach him a lesson after the next round of competition for Shinto to become a god.

"Father, how much hatred do you have with him?"

Ding Peng looked at his father with a puzzled face, and Ding Xiaoyi was also very depressed about this, thinking that he was just giving him a doll, so why so much resentment?

Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how much Wang Zhao's resentment was.

But after they returned to the base, there were bursts of chanting sounds from Mount Sumeru not far away, and the sound of the scriptures spread to all directions in the world.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi noticed that at some point, some wandering spirits were already heading towards Mount Sumeru.

This finally made him feel relieved, although he didn't really like the Buddhism created by Pang Pang.

As Jiu Ye said, he is suspected of fooling all living beings, but also as Pang Pang said, although he is corrupt and obscene, he still has the compassion to appease the soul.

In any case, having Pangpang to purify and appease the wandering souls in this world is a good thing for the already weak Netherland.

As for the matter of doom, I can't think of it for a while.

I can only go back to Beimang Academy with my son to find clues slowly.

After the two returned to Beiman Academy, they discussed with their son and planned to use this time to upgrade the academy's formation again.

This idea was proposed by Ding Peng. He felt that the formation he had arranged was barely enough to deal with the god level.

But if the Shinto will be opened again in the future, once the gods come to the Tianyuan Holy Land and the so-called Shenting, the formation of Beimang Academy alone will not be enough to see.

And what my son has to do is to upgrade the formation.

Based on the principle of strengthening the formation, Ding Xiaoyi let his son do whatever he wanted, so he even handed over the mountain whip to him.

"Wow!!"

Taozhi Mountain, Qianyuan Hall, only heard the cry of a baby, which suddenly echoed in the mountains, causing a kind of evil soldiers on the mountain to look sideways.

Outside the delivery room, Ding Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief when a baby was crying.

The door was gently opened a crack, and Tutu came out from behind the door with a baby girl in her arms.

"Congratulations, you are a daughter!"

As he spoke, he opened the swaddling clothes for everyone to have a look at, only to see that the child was delicate and cute, his eyes had already been opened, and his big black and white eyes glanced at everyone from time to time.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly hugged him, with a silly smile on his face.

"congratulations."

Everyone stepped forward to congratulate Ding Xiaoyi.

"I'll take a look!"

The bad old man stepped forward to take the child and held it in his arms. After a careful look, his eyes couldn't help but shine brightly: "Okay, it's a good seedling, hehe, just stay with me from now on. No one cares about it now." fought with me."

"Who said that? Old man, don't be too greedy. It's not enough to have Ding Peng as a disciple. You have to take this one away? No, this kid has to be my disciple first."

Standing aside, Tutu took the child with a displeased face, held the child in her arms, and said viciously to the bad old man.