Everyone didn't come out of the nightmare of the collapse of Jiuhua Palace, and they all stared at Song Huaijin nervously, for fear that they would cause some kind of mountain collapse and bury everyone.

Moreover, Song Huaijin is now the sixth princess, and even if everyone doesn't wait to see the sixth highness, they can't help but succumb to his majesty.

Song Huaiyu relied on Song Huaiyan and compared Song Huaijin to a subordinate, this is a taboo for all official women, what will Song Huaijin do?

"I don't know if you've ever heard of a truth." Song Huaijin immediately smiled indifferently:

"A prostitute is still a prostitute even if he rides a car, and a nobleman is still a prostitute even if he rides a horse! Drive! ”

Song Huaijin said, and with a whip, he directly took the horses away, leaving Song Huaiyu in a daze.

The other officials were also stunned for a moment, and after reacting to what Song Huaijin said, they immediately turned their heads and went back to their cars.

Song Huaiyu said that Song Huaijin was a subordinate, and Song Huaijin said that she was a prostitute.

belittling everyone without a trace of anger or a dirty word directly crushed people into the dust.

Song Huaiyu's fists gradually clenched, and he looked at Song Huaiyan with tears in his eyes:

"Sister! Look at that slut, she compares me to a prostitute! ”

"Enough, don't you think there are enough people lost today? Get in. ”

Song Huaiyan pulled Song Huaiyu into the carriage with an unhappy face, and said coldly:

"Abbot Minghui is still waiting in Huguo Temple, if he wants to kill Song Huaijin, can the slut still live? Why are you in a hurry?"

"It's... I know. Song Huaiyu lowered his head, secretly gritted his teeth, and waited for the moment when Song Huaijin was disposed of.

The eighteen Arhats of Huguo Temple are not vegetarians, and if they want to kill a person, that person will not survive even if he flees to the ends of the earth.

The group went up to the Huguo Temple, the men followed the monks to chant sutras, and the women prayed to the statue in the main hall.

After the blessing is over, a small novice leads everyone to the backyard to drink tea, the backyard is lush with bamboo, stone tables and wooden benches, and even the tea and tea sets are very particular.

Song Huaijin thanked the little novice who gave him the tea and took a sip gently.

Well, this tea is really more crying than medicinal soup, and it has a unique sourness, if she wasn't used to drinking medicine, she really wanted to spit out this tea like this.

However, it turns out that she is not alone.

With many officials and palace concubines in the past, they had already choked and coughed repeatedly, Song Huaiyu couldn't swallow a mouthful, and immediately squirted out:

"This is not the case with tea in previous years! What's going on with you guys this year? Is it because the royal family doesn't have enough money for you? ”

"Amitabha, Miss Huaiyu, Abbot Minghui instructed this year that there will be disasters and famines, the whole country will be thrifty, and the Huguo Temple should not be too extravagant.

Therefore, the small leaves of the tea ceremony in the past were replaced by large leaves, so they are more sour, and please forgive Miss Huaiyu. ”

"Thrifty? Even if you are thrifty, the incense money allocated to Huguo Temple every year will not be less, could it be that this money has been swallowed by your abbot?"

"There is no way, we just use the extra money for disaster relief in the south."

"Disaster relief? Is there any evidence? What do you say? If the money is so easy to make, won't the whole country have to become monks after a while?"

Song Huaiyu stood up and shouted, with an aggressive posture, forcing the sparse sand to retreat again and again, and he could only fold his hands and tremble.

Others were unfazed and deaf. Over the years, Song Huaiyu has been used to being domineering in secret, and because she is the queen's own sister, everyone has turned a blind eye.

They lowered their heads one after another, and they couldn't swallow it if they wanted to take a sip of tea to cover it up.

Song Huaijin was not easy to meddle, but he really couldn't get used to it, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground quietly, and finally found a smooth pebble.

She lowered herself to pick it up and threw it at Song Huaiyu's calf.

With a "snap", Song Huaiyu screamed and fell directly on the little novice.

Xiao Shami couldn't dodge, and both of them fell to the ground with a "plop".

The little novice's face turned red, and he immediately got up from the ground, folded his hands and said:

"Amitabha, sins and sins, men and women do not kiss... Giving or receiving..."

The low laughter spread among the officials, and they couldn't help but secretly a large number of Song Huaiyu, it was rare to see her unlucky appearance.

Song Huaiyu rubbed his calves and said in pain, stood up and turned around and roared:

"Which of you hit me? Yes? No one recognized me, so I asked my sister to investigate thoroughly! ”

"Huaiyu thinks that the little novice rejected you and couldn't hold your face, so he framed someone for beating you?" Song Huaijin forced a smile and opened his mouth a little playfully.

This sound caused the laughter below to be even more presumptuous.

"I heard that Huaiyu's temperament has become more and more bad in recent years, and there are few men in Beijing who come to propose marriage.

Song Huaijin's words were like needles rooted in Song Huaiyu's heart.

Over the years, it is true that because Song Huaijin drove her out of the house, her temperament has changed a little, and men in Beijing basically do not come to propose, so she did not marry until she was twenty years old.

However, how dare Song Huaijin, a slut, just say it and let her lose face directly!

"You talk nonsense! I don't marry because I, as the queen's sister, don't look down on ordinary men! ”

"Oh, is there any proof?" Song Huaijin took another sip of bitter tea, and after holding it in his mouth for a while, he felt a hint of sweetness.

"What kind of evidence do you need for such a thing?! I wouldn't have shown it to you, even if I had! ”

"That's right, so the bills and vouchers for the disaster relief road of Huguo Temple are directly handed over to the household department, even if they have evidence, they won't show it to you, understand?"

Song Huaijin slowly put down the teacup, and a pair of clear eyes were not afraid of Song Huaiyu, who was trembling all over his body.

"Amitabha, this young lady looks very raw, but her words are very comfortable."

Not far away, a middle-aged gray-robed novice slowly walked and saluted Song Huaijin.

Song Huaijin also stood up politely and saluted: "Song Huaijin." ”

"It turned out to be Mr. Huai Jin, it's really a long way off." Na Shami said and took out a key in his hand, solemnly handed it to Song Huaijin and said:

"Abbot Minghui has been waiting for Mr. Huai Jin in the Golden Body Pavilion for a long time."

Abbot Minghui?

That's the god-like existence of the Apocalypse Dynasty, how many people come to Huguo Temple every year and don't necessarily see him, he even wants to see Song Huaijin by name!

The officials and their relatives looked at each other with envy, and a few who devoted themselves to the Buddha puffed out their cheeks with jealousy.

Song Huaiyan and Song Huaiyu looked at each other and smiled, and a sense of joy arose.

It's like suddenly getting rid of a cancer that weighs on my heart, and I look at everything with a joy that comes from my heart.

Song Huaijin looked at the key, didn't answer it for a long time, and kept recalling Song Xun's sentence in his ear, "Abbot Minghui doesn't like you to come back to life like this."

Could it be that this abbot can also be seen through rebirth?

"I don't know what Abbot Minghui is looking for me?"

"This, please ask Mr. Huai Jin to see it by himself."

Song Huaijin was forced to take the key and follow Na Shami all the way to the legendary Golden Body Pavilion.

When the novice retreated, she opened the door on her own.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the door behind her suddenly close, and two long sticks suddenly appeared in front of her, straight across her neck, as if they were about to crush her in the next moment.

Song Huaijin subconsciously reached out and held the silver needle bag on his waist, and stared nervously at the eighteen yellow-clothed arhats in front of him:

"Everyone, I have something to say, as a monk, is it against the Dharma for you to kill living beings directly?"

"The demon girl is outside all living beings, she should be killed!"

"Apostate, if you are obedient, you may be able to suffer less from writing!"

"Huh, deviant?" Song Huaijin looked sarcastically at the eighteen sturdy yellow-clothed stick monks;

"The little woman has always kept to herself, dare to ask me which scripture I left and what way I was sentenced?"

"Your existence is not within the Heavenly Dao!"

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with her, kill!"

The stick monk's voice did not fall.

With a "whew", the two sticks were suddenly raised.

Song Huaijin lowered his head to dodge the fatal blow, and then several silver needles shot at the same time, shooting at the two stick monks who were close to him in unison.

The sound of sticks hitting came and went, Song Huaijin dodged again and again, passed sideways in the gap, and said angrily: "Indiscriminate killing of innocents, also worthy of practicing in front of the Buddha?"

"The demon girl Hugh wants to be presumptuous!"

"Heh, enchantress?" Song Huaijin's eyes were cold, and he no longer retreated and dodged:

"Since you have said so, then I will show you the evil!"

Anger and unwillingness kept churning in his chest, Song Huaijin turned sideways and rubbed his body with the footwork of Lin Danyu, who was now a lone rifle.

The silver needles in their hands were endless, and one by one fell into the back of the necks of these stick monks.