It wasn't who shouted first, and then, everyone suddenly turned their heads and stared at the door of the Golden Body Pavilion in disbelief.

Song Huaijin!

The one standing at the door unharmed was really Song Huaijin!

Next to Song Huaijin, there was an old man with a gray beard, everyone was still stunned, and they saw the woman supported by Song Huaiyan running out excitedly, and then put her hands together and asked reverently:

"Abbot Minghui, are you Abbot Minghui?"

"Amitabha, the old man is polite." Abbot Minghui bowed his head in return, causing the crowd to almost scream.

"Wow, this is really Abbot Minghui!"

"I heard that the abbot is a person who is destined for Buddha, and I heard that if you get one of his purses, you can ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and the blessings will stay forever!"

"It's so easy, the abbot only gives a purse every five years, and the last one is still for the Queen Mother."

"It's not exactly five years, five years ago, the queen mother was still the queen, which means that this year's purse should be given to the queen."

The officials and relatives were giggling, and some people pushed Song Huaiyan from time to time.

The woman who had just recognized the abbot of Minghui cried with joy, and hurriedly asked:

"The abbot showed up this year, is there another purse?"

"Hahaha, it's been five years." Abbot Minghui smiled lovingly, that smile was calm and good-looking, and it only poked into Song Huaiyan's psychology.

Although she does not believe in Buddhism, if she can get a treasure that the world is eager to avoid disasters and avoid disasters, why should she not do it?

After getting this, her status was recognized by the Huguo Temple, so those concubines in the harem still dare to say that she is a concubine?

"Abbot Minghui, who is this year's purse for? Is it for my queen sister? ”

Song Huaiyu couldn't wait to come forward to ask, causing the white eyes of the concubines behind him.

"What kind of smugness, isn't it just a purse?"

"That's it, I don't know, I think she gave birth to a concubine from a concubine."

A few sarcastic remarks came into Song Huaiyan's ears out of place.

She glanced at the concubines of the group of warblers and Yanyan, shook her whole head, walked in front of everyone, and said in a quiet voice:

"Some people are just too impetuous, the purse of the abbot of Minghui is only given to those who are destined, and the Buddha is wonderful, and some people can't cultivate it in their lifetime."

Song Huaiyan listened to the sighs of the people behind him with satisfaction, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

She faced forward upright, just waiting for Abbot Minghui to open his mouth and hand over the honor of ten thousand people to her.

Song Huaijin is nothing, but she is a nameless future sixth princess, she is the queen of the Apocalypse Dynasty, the real mother of a country.

In this world, there is nothing she can't get!

"Abbot, where's the purse?" Song Huaiyu took two more steps forward: "I'll take it for the queen's sister." ”

Abbot Minghui smiled and bowed his head in return:

"Amitabha, ladies and ladies, I'm really sorry, this year's purse has been sent out."

"What?" Hearing this, the smile on Song Huaiyu's face froze, and he stiffened in place:

"Such an important thing, who else can I give it to my queen sister besides?!"

Everyone present was also stunned, and the words of jealousy or congratulatory just now suddenly disappeared, and the officials held their breath and stared, with the same questions as Song Huaiyu in their hearts.

Abbot Minghui's purse given every five years has always been given to a country, why is Song Huaiyan an exception this year?

Song Huaiyan's face immediately drooped, even more ugly than being ridiculed by the group of concubines.

"Where's the purse? Abbot, for whom! Song Huaiyu stared at Abbot Minghui anxiously, eager to step forward and grab his beard and force him to speak.

But because of everyone's awe of Abbot Minghui, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand after all.

"Give it to the girl I have hand." Abbot Minghui said and pointed at Song Huaijin, once again making the woman who had no intention of causing trouble become the target of everyone in an instant.

Song Huaijin frowned slightly and looked at the big red purse hanging from his waist.

It turns out that that ugly thing is still a treasure that tens of thousands of people compete for?

Seeing Song Huaijin, Song Huaiyu and Song Huaiyan's faces turned black on the spot, which was several times more ugly than swallowing a few grains of rat feces.

Why her?

Shouldn't Song Huaijin, a slut, be killed by Abbot Minghui?

Why is she not only unharmed, but also able to get the purse that the official women have been asking for for many years?!

"Hahahaha, this concubine is a concubine, even if she becomes a queen, she can't compare to a concubine."

"What nonsense? Isn't the queen mother's Buddha fate stronger than ours? Hahaha! ”

The ridicule of the concubines sounded at the right time, like a slap in the face of Song Huaiyan.

Song Huaiyan's cheeks were crimson, and the majesty of the queen, which she had worked so hard to build up in the past five years, was completely swept away after this battle.

"Why?" Song Huaiyu looked at Abbot Minghui for some reason, and after not getting an answer, he glared at Song Huaijin viciously:

"Abbot, are you mistaken, my sister Song Huaiyan is the queen, and this Song Huaijin is a fugitive who has just had his wanted warrant revoked!

The abbot must have made a mistake, otherwise how could you have a purse?

Even if you dare to grab something from the queen's sister, you are also worthy?! ”

Song Huaiyu scolded angrily twice, insisting that it was Abbot Minghui who gave the wrong person, and strode close to Song Huaijin to pull the purse on her waist.

Song Huaijin took a step back suddenly, dodged Song Huaiyu's hand, stretched out his hand to protect the big red purse, and said word by word:

"This is what Abbot Minghui gave me, unless he wants to take it. Otherwise, no one can snatch what is rightfully mine. ”

Song Huaijin's voice was quiet and natural, with the pride that belonged to her, as if she should be so high and proud to stand on the top of the women in the world.

"It's really a shame to say that this thing belongs to the mother of a country every year!"

Song Huaiyu spoke sharply, like a mad dog who was forced to be anxious:

"I asked you to return it, you have no reason to take it!"

As she spoke, she rushed towards Song Huaijin again, eager to bite off her neck.

However, before he could run two steps, he was picked up by Abbot Minghui's robe, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Ouch-"

Song Huaiyu screamed, and rolled back two times before he could stop.

My mind was shaken, my hands and feet were numb and painful, and for a moment I only felt that the world was spinning, as if I had seen the stars in the daytime.

"Huaiyu!" Song Huaiyan hurriedly stepped forward and personally picked up Song Huaiyu, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and was aggrieved to the extreme:

"Abbot, even if Huaiyu is not sensible, even if your purse is not given to the palace according to the rules, you shouldn't hurt people! Is it true that the decree of the Apocalypse Dynasty can't control your Huguo Temple?! ”

Song Huaiyan spoke fiercely, staring at Abbot Minghui without blinking, she shouldn't have been polite to this old monk for a long time, what kind of immortal master, it was just a trick, and Song Huaijin was all the way:

"This palace knows that your eighteen arhats are famous all over the world, but are you really a vegetarian when you are a royal forester?!"

"Oh, does the queen still want to arrest the old man?" Abbot Minghui's voice still didn't change, but the smile on his face disappeared.

He crossed Song Huaijin and slowly took two steps forward:

"Queen Mother, the old man has left you a little leeway in the face of your **.

Today in the backyard, you connived at Ling Mei to spread rumors and insult Huguo Temple, saying that Lao Wei embezzled disaster relief funds, how should such slander be settled?

Even today's Queen Mother will be impartial to her relatives in Huguo Temple and support justice, so, what have you done?

Do the reputation of Huguo Temple and Lao Gu still depend on the criminal minister Song Huaijin in your mouth? ”

Abbot Minghui's words hit everyone's hearts like a hammer, and the atmosphere of laughter just now disappeared in an instant.

Song Huaiyan's heart was empty, and the hand holding Song Huaiyu trembled slightly, if this matter went out, let Lu Jinao's superstition know that he would definitely not turn to himself.

What is she going to do, will she admit her mistake?

"Queen Mother, is the reason why Lao Wei asked Song Huaijin to come to the Golden Body Pavilion today?" Abbot Minghui said and walked slowly to Song Huaiyan's side.

"No... No need... What the abbot taught was that the younger generation was ashamed of being **. ”

Abbot Minghui's words finally defeated Song Huaiyan's last psychological release.

She lowered her head in silence, not daring to look directly into the eyes of Abbot Minghui.

If you really let the abbot say that he passed the news to Huguo Temple that Song Huaijin was brought back to life.

In the Apocalypse Dynasty, where witchcraft is absolutely forbidden, she is not just disgraced.

She will be pushed down from the back seat and reduced to a commoner, and she will not even be able to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

No, it can't be like this!