Chapter 381 Sound Transmission of the Ancestral Hall in the Cave

"I'm worried that I'm going to go out to find you! Hey, who are these?"

The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Dexing by Xingzhi looked at Xingzhi with concern, and suddenly found Di Ping and a few people behind him.

While speaking, his eyes fell on Di Ping's face, and there was a strong sense of scrutiny. Di Ping looked a little weird.

I wondered what happened to the people in this blacksmith village, why do they look at people like this?

"Uncle Dexing, this donor came back with the daughter of the Luo family we met on the way!"

Xing Chi hurriedly explained when he heard the question from his uncle, and then looked at Di Ping and said, "Master Di Shi, this is Uncle Little Monk!"

"Hello, Master, Di Ping has met Master Dexing!"

Di Ping didn't dare to trust him. First, this man was relatively old, and secondly, Shishu Shi had to respect him, so he hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists in salute.

"I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be! I'm just a Shaolin lay disciple. If I dare to be a master, it's fine if Brother Di doesn't give up and call me Dexing!"

The middle-aged man in his 40s who was called Shishu by Xingzhi was very forthright. He smiled and stepped forward and stretched out a sturdy hand to hold Di Ping together.

Di Ping was not dismissive because of his youth, but very enthusiastic.

"Then I'll call you old brother more than Cambodia!"

Di Ping held the middle-aged man's strong and powerful palm, and his warm and hearty smile could feel the true temperament at this time, not like hypocrisy, so he was not polite, and called the old brother on the stick.

If he was really asked to follow Xingchi and shouted uncle, then he would definitely not do it. Di Ping did not have such a hobby.

"Hey, that's right, just call me bro, that's the only way to get close, right? I like to go straight when I hit a blacksmith, haha..."

When Dexing heard Di Ping's name, his mouth burst open, and he became happy. He seemed to think that Di Ping was on the road and had a good temper.

"Xingzhi, why are you all covered in blood and injured?"

Dexing, who was holding Di Ping's hand happily, suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the bloody shirt on Xing Chi's body and asked with a look of shock.

"Haha! It's okay, uncle, it's a small injury!"

Xingchi didn't expect that Uncle Dexing would suddenly ask him this. He looked down and saw that there were bloodstains all over the yellow monk's robe, especially his right arm was soaked with blood. Immediately embarrassed, he laughed and said a small injury.

As soon as the words come out, they may feel that they are lying, and they raised their palms and secretly said Buddha's forgiveness!

"It's so bloody and still a small injury? Let me see where the injury is. It's a good thing to treat it quickly!"

Dexing didn't care, his face was full of worry, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and pulled Xingzhi's sleeves to check the injury.

"Uncle Shishu! It's really okay! It's really okay!"

Xing Chi stopped Uncle Dexing's movements, but is there still a lady present?

He dared to let Dexing really open his monk robe to check, but he had to dodge again and again, and patted his chest to show that he was fine.

"Then how did the blood on your body come from?"

Dexing was obviously very concerned about this nephew, and asked with concern at the blood on Xingchi's body.

"That....this..."

Xingzhi blushed for a while and didn't know how to explain it.

He couldn't say that it was Di Ping's injury, could he?

Then it's really difficult for the two sides to get along at that time, is he embarrassed to say it again?

He is a master of Shaolin, so he was embarrassed to say that when he beat a young man, he would not let a group of senior brothers laugh to death when he went back, and more importantly, he was injured a lot, but he didn't have any wounds on his body?

It would be more troublesome to explain then, so he had a headache for a while.