The blockbuster news of a radical cure for sores has completely stopped after boiling for a few days. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was unexpected.

In the prison of Dali Temple, Wen asked Zheng Zhutou with a surprised expression: "Lao Zheng, are you sure that what is circulating in the market now is not the news of curing the sores eradicated, but the manifestation of the Buddha of Daxiangguo Temple, and the golden light is still shining?" ”

Zheng Zhutou sighed and said, "Sir, this is true, Lao Zheng, I saw it with my own eyes." Overnight, two glittering 'Song Xing' characters appeared on the century-old shadow wall of Daxiangguo Temple. The magnificence of its weather, the myriad of manners, solemn and solemn, and the uprightness to keep the peace, indicate that our dynasty is granted by the mandate of heaven, the hundred years of war are coming to an end, and the prosperity of the world can be expected. ”

Listening to Zheng Zhu's eyebrows dancing in the book bag, he said helplessly: "Lao Zheng, when did you become so cultured, and you still have a set." ”

"Ah, sir, it's not that my old Zheng is educated, it's rumored like this." Zheng Zhutou said embarrassedly.

"And what do you say you saw with your own eyes?" Smell the airway.

"Sir, forgive me, I'm just setting off the atmosphere....... Atmosphere. Zheng Zhutou smiled awkwardly.

Wen sighed and said: "These bastards, in order to frame me, they really spared no effort!" ”

"Sir, there are still rumors about your .......?" When Zheng Zhutou said this, his expression hesitated, and he stopped talking.

"If you have something to say, you can hold back your fart." Smell the airway. When is this still playing damn want to get away with it.

Zheng Zhutou gritted his teeth and said: "Sir, recently, it has been rumored that you have lost your mind, saying that you deliberately made up such a big lie that can cure the sores in order to clear your name.

Countless generations of miracle doctors and great virtues can not be cured, how can a person who has committed a lot of crimes be cured, rumors say that this is your crazy words in order to get rid of your crimes. ”

"Nonsense, they just lost their minds and went crazy, a group of bastards, dare to frame Benjue." Wen roared.

"Sir, you have to be calm, this is normal, few people who have been imprisoned for a long time are physically and mentally healthy." Zheng Zhutou said matter-of-factly.

Zheng Zhutou has been a fast arrester for more than ten years, and he has seen too much of the state of the prisoners who have been imprisoned. In ancient times when there was no psychological counseling, anyone who was imprisoned for a period of time would have some problems with their mental state.

"Lao Zheng, if you can't speak, don't speak." Hearing that he was standing through the pillar of the cell, he was about to rush up and kick Zheng Zhu's head.

Zheng Zhutou hurriedly took a step back, away from Wen, and immediately dissuaded: "Sir, you must be calm, this will be even more unfavorable to you, and it is fake to lose your mind, and this will also come true." ”

Wen lay on the pillar of the cell and said angrily: "I'm really angry with me." ”

For as long as human records began, sores have been a stubborn disease that has been with mankind for thousands of years and cannot be cured, and now suddenly it is said that it can be cured, unless the person's moral character has been sanctified in the world, no one will have doubts.

Nowadays, a young lord who has committed a lot of crimes, a gentleman, in order to save his own life, tells a big lie without his words, which is completely a normal thing.

"Sir, we have to think of countermeasures, if we continue like this, public opinion will be very unfavorable to us." Zheng Zhutou said eagerly.

"The public opinion is that there are wildflowers on the roadside, and anyone can pick a few, the key is to see what Your Majesty thinks." Wen said helplessly. When public opinion is used, it is a treasure, and when it is not used, it is grass.

It has been several days since Zhao Lao Er came to the cell of Dali Temple, but there has been no news in the palace.

"Sir, you are an insightful person, you said that the word 'Song Xing' on the shadow wall of Daxiangguo Temple is really the manifestation of the Buddha, or the hands and feet made by the group of bald donkeys?" Seeing that the jailer in charge of supervision had just left, Zheng Zhutou immediately whispered to Wen.

In ancient times, the people believed in miracles and other things, and the belief in their hearts was that they would rather believe in them than cause more trouble.

It is believed that there are gods three feet above the head, which is the universal law of the people, and even the saints of the world like Confucius and Mencius have the principle of respecting ghosts and gods and staying away from them. It can be seen how convinced the ancient people were of this.

Zheng Zhutou is born as a catcher, and he has some doubts about this, which is already commendable.

Wen snorted: "Song Xing, I think it's a send-off." If this continues, our people will repeat the same mistakes again......."

"Sir, be careful!" Zheng Zhutou hurriedly stopped. Carefully checked left and right, and when he saw no one, he was slightly relieved. He really hates this broken mouth now, and he really dares to say anything.

"Be careful, I'm about to be locked up and moldy." Smell the airway. Time flies like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, this is almost the time of being imprisoned for a month, and there is not even a time to let the wind out during this period. Even the sun and rain have forgotten what it feels like, and what the hazy moonlight is, and the grass and flowers are about to be erased from memory.

"Hmph, you deserve it, do you dare to cause trouble in the future?" The little nun Jingyuan, led by the elder jailer, walked in from the outside, and Tan Fengyi next to her was looking at Wen Zi with a smile that seemed to be a tantrum.

The little nun Jingyuan's poisonous mouth was as good as ever, Wen ignored her, and when she saw Tan Fengyi coming in, Wen hurriedly asked, "Fengyi, how is the situation?" ”

"The news from the palace is not very good, Your Majesty has no intention of releasing you." Tan Fengyi said lightly.

Wen leaned on the pillar of the cell, and said with a helpless wry smile: "It seems that this time it is a big game." ”

I knew this result, so I wouldn't be angry with Zhao Lao Er, but now it's good, and getting out of prison is already far away.

"If you're all right, then we'll go first." The little nun Jingyuan urged.

"Jingyuan, can you have a little basic compassion? Don't you see that I have no hope of getting out of prison now? Smell the air.

"Just a villain like you, you can be detained for a while to show the fairness of the Buddha." The little nun snorted.

Speaking of the Buddha, I was angry when I heard it, and the public opinion that was finally set off was completely extinguished by the appearance of a Buddha. Even if your Buddhism has been suppressed for decades, and now you finally turn over and want to vigorously develop in the new dynasty, you can't build on your own pain!

If the damned Buddha is revealed, he can't wait for a period of time to be born, and he has to live in the present world now, and he can't get along with himself.

Too lazy to take care of the little nun Jingyuan, Wen looked at Tan Fengyi and said, "When Your Majesty came to the cell last time, he said that if the elders of my family intercede for me, maybe they can consider reducing my crimes. Feng Yi, you also know, I am a lonely family, what kind of family elders are there, so I solemnly recommended the old man in our family, I don't know where Feng Yi's father is now?

If it is convenient, can you ask our father to intercede for me? ”

Tan Fengyi snorted: "That's my father, not ours, let alone yours." ”

"Don't take advantage of my senior sister." The little nun Jingyuan pointed at Wen and scolded with her little white hand.

Ignoring the little nun Jingyuan, as long as she takes care of her and gives her some color, she is ready to open a dyeing workshop, and she has a deep understanding of this. sighed to Tan Fengyi: "Fengyi, don't be so outside!" Your father, I will respect you as if I were my own father. Feng Yi, look at it, I haven't seen the sun and rain for a long time, and my pale face is about to turn into a little white face.

Feng Yi, you can take pity on me, and ask our father, to come forward and talk about it for me! ”

Tan Fengyi ignored Wen and pretended to be pitiful, and snorted lightly: "I'll say it again one last time, that's my father, not yours." And my dad hasn't asked about the world for a long time, so it's impossible to make an exception for you. ”

Wen sighed and said, "Then it's good to write a letter to Your Majesty and say a few kind words for me!" Even if you try to have some time to let the wind out. Feng Yi, it's been a whole month, I've already turned over the four books and five classics, a few books, ghost stories, and even the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" I've read it for the seventh time........."

Listening to the chatter and crying, Tan Fengyi could see it, and she was bored when she heard it, staying in the cell all day long, except for eating and sleeping, this is boring.

"Jingyuan, let's go." Tan Fengyi ignored the chatter of Wen, and shouted to the little nun Jingyuan to turn around and leave.

Seeing Tan Fengyi turn away, Wen immediately lay on the pillar of the cell and shouted loudly: "Fengyi, you are too ruthless, did you just ignore me and leave?" Feng Yi, you must ask the old man and his old man to intercede for me! Even if it's just a letter......."

Ignoring Wen's shouting, Tan Fengyi took the little nun Jingyuan, and in an instant, she was out of the prison of Dali Temple.

Tan Fengyi's beautiful figure is long gone, but she is still shouting there.

The elder jailer accompanied the sad-faced Zheng Zhutou, and sighed as he walked out, "This has already reached the second stage. Brother, if you don't rescue Wen Jue again, you will not be far from being crazy. (To be continued.) )