Zhang Rong's sudden yin pool was suddenly startled in his heart, and most of his sanity that he had lost because of ** returned instantly, and his heart suddenly burst out, trying his best to stop his body, but it was too late. Hearing Zhang Rong's scolding, her right hand waved from the bottom up, and a snowy light flashed, slashing towards the chest of Yin Chi. But it was Zhang Rong who attracted the Yin Chi with her left hand and took out the lancet with her right hand.

Yin Chi was horrified in his heart, he let out a loud shout, and his body flashed to the side with all his might. With a "snort", a stream of bright blood beads flew into the air with the snowy blade, and the clothes on Yin Chi's chest were torn by more than a foot. Through the broken clothes, a half-foot-long, nearly half-inch-deep wound was obliquely torn open in the chest and abdomen of the Yin Chi, and the blood quickly overflowed, soaking a small piece of clothing.

"Shhh Yin Chi gasped, ignoring the pain, connected the dots under his feet, quickly took three steps back, and narrowly dodged Zhang Rong's knife to the neck, and at the same time raised a piece of white powder in his hand, dispelling Zhang Rong's idea of taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

Yin Chi covered the wound with one hand, the muscles on Tie Qing's face twitched continuously, and there was no trace of silver desire in his eyes, only a killing intent that was like a bone-chilling ice.

"Yinchi, the world says that the happy prince kidnapped the princess and then annihilated it, but the slave family thinks that you are the real murderer, yes or no?" Zhang Rong had a cold face, the lancets in both hands hung down on the sides of her legs, the corners of her mouth sneered, and her eyes stared at Yin Chi and said.

Yin Chi's face changed suddenly, and then he said with a sympathetic smile: "The little lady is really smart, the princess is indeed the old man's captive to the Yecheng Pavilion, but it's a pity that the delicate princess's body was not touched by the old man, it's a pity!" As he spoke, Yin Chi shook his head with a look of regret.

Yin Chi really regretted in his heart that Yang Lihua's appearance was no less than that of Zhang Rong, and it was extremely lethal to the evil ghost in his color. But Yin Chi was ordered, in order to put happiness to death, he didn't eat Yang Lihua, and whether he took advantage of his siblings was obvious.

"Now Happy has almost become a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, but the old man is wandering in this Chang'an City, so happy, haha-" Yin Chi said, laughing proudly, but this affected the wound on his chest, and his laughter stopped abruptly, inhaling cool air in his mouth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Zhang Rong snorted coldly, and at the moment when Yin Chi endured the severe pain of the wound, she scolded angrily: "Shameless old thief, suffer death!" With that, Zhang Rong's body suddenly swooped towards the Yin Pool, and the two bright lancets were cold, and they went straight to the head and neck of the Yin Chi with a fierce wind.

"Good come, look at the move!" Yin Chi let out a low snort, his sleeve robe shook, and another cloud of powder flew out.

Zhang Rong stopped abruptly, and at the same time quickly retreated backwards, annoyed in her heart, and scolded angrily: "Yin Chi old dog, shameless!" ”

"Little lady, the next time we meet, the old man will definitely love you!" When the powder was gone, the figure of Yin Chi had already flashed out quickly, and Zhang Rongzong could only watch him fly away.

"Humph!" Zhang Rong put away the lancet, her silver teeth were tight, and she snorted coldly with hatred. Yin Chi is good at using poison, and he has to be extremely careful against his enemies, so he is a little constrained. And it is precisely because of his poisonous skills that if he can't kill with one blow, he can always escape. Although Zhang Rong was quite helpless in her heart, she didn't have much to do with the slippery yin, but fortunately, she finally knew who was framing Xingxing.

Without looking for a happy direction in her heart, Zhang Rong no longer stayed, but quickly returned to the Dasheng Gambling House.

"Who?" As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Rong saw a bald-headed monk sitting at the table, and her heart was shocked, and she whispered in her mouth, the lancet was already in her hand and was about to be chopped.

"Rong'er, it's me!" Just when the lancet in Zhang Rong's hand was still a foot away from the shiny head, the monk suddenly spoke, and at the same time stretched out a pair of slender white palms, grabbing Zhang Rong's hands and wrists like lightning, which was able to resolve this killing move.

"Dang Chang", Zhang Rong threw the lancet on the ground, grabbed the monk's arms tightly with both hands, stared at his cheeks tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Husband, is it you?" How did you, how did you become like this? As she spoke, Zhang Rong's eyes turned red, and tears fell like a river bursting its embankment.

"It's me, come, sit down and talk!" happily patted Zhang Rong's jade hand gently, and said with concern while helping Zhang Rong to sit down beside him.

"Husband, where have you been these days, have you been injured?" Zhang Rong looked up and down nervously, especially happy, the bare top of her head made her both confused and worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry! Don't cry, it's all over your face! Happy smiled and shook his head, saying happily and gently wiping the tears on his face for Zhang Rong, a distressed tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Rong'er, you have lost weight!" ”

"Husband-" Zhang Rong called out emotionally, shook her head with a smile, but the tears on her face were getting more and more, and she couldn't wipe them clean.

Happy sighed in his heart, he could clearly feel Zhang Rong's concern and worry about himself, and because of this, Happy felt more and more guilty, and a faint warmth and pain lingered in his heart.

happily pulled Zhang Rong into his arms, quickly lowered his head, and kissed Zhang Rong's red lips stained with tears.

"Hmm", Zhang Rong snorted lightly, stretched her arms, hugged Xingxing's neck tightly, and at the same time squeezed herself into Xingxing's arms, her delicate red lips sucked rudely, her dexterous tongue pried open her happy mouth, and swept Xingxing's territory wildly.

"Whew-"

About half a cup of tea time passed, happy and Zhang Rong were separated, the two looked at each other, without saying a word, but their eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, as the saying goes, silence is better than sound at this time. For a while, there was no sound in the room except for the "pounding" of the heart and the sound of violent wheezing. Zhang Rong's face was covered with a seductive flush, and her ruddy lips were shining with a crystal luster, which was very attractive.

"Husband, how did you become like this?" Zhang Rong was the first to break the silence, looked at Xingxing's bald head with a little cyan stubble, and asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, is it good-looking?" Grinning happily, he rubbed the top of his head lightly and said, "It's easier to avoid the soldiers who are hunting me in the city!" ”

"No wonder Yu Wenxian and Yu Wen Zhao can't find you for so many days!" Zhang Rong was stunned.

Said with a happy smile: "Rong'er, I came to look for you this time but I have something to ask for. ”

"Husband, please speak, the concubine must do her best!" Zhang Rong looked straight and said seriously.

Xing Xing nodded lightly, and only after a deep sigh did he speak: "I was framed this time, the huge Chang'an City does not have a place for me, and the failure of this mission is a big matter." Gao Wei will definitely be angry with his father, he has hated his father for a long time, and this time I am afraid that he will take the opportunity to embarrass his father! So I would like to ask Rong'er to convey some news for me, one of which is to tell my father that I am all right, so that he does not have to worry; The second is to tell him to plan ahead and be careful with Cushman & Wakefield. ”

Happy to call Gao Wei by his name, although Zhang Rong was a little surprised, she wisely didn't ask, but nodded firmly: "Husband, don't worry, the concubine will definitely convey the news to Lord Lanling for you!" ”

"I'm sorry for you!" Said happily and gratefully.

"The husband is polite, I can help the husband, it's too late for the concubine to be happy!" Zhang Rong shook her head and smiled.

Happy smiled dumbly, glanced at Zhang Rong gently, and said, "Rong'er, it's time for me to go!" ”

Zhang Rong was stunned, a thick reluctance flashed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to keep it, but in the end she only said "good".

Happy hugged Zhang Rong tightly in his arms again, gently kissed her smooth forehead, and then stood up and was about to turn away.

"Husband, wait!" Zhang Rong pulled the sleeve of Happy Happy, and when she looked back at Happy and suspicious, she said with a serious face: "Husband, the person who framed you is the Poison King Yinchi, and he took the crown princess out of the Sui State Mansion. ”

"Is that him? No wonder! Happy raised his eyebrows, two knife-like blades suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he recovered in an instant, looked at Zhang Rong and said with a smile: "I know, take care of yourself, don't worry about me!" ”

Zhang Rong nodded and said, "The concubine is saved, take care of the husband!" ”

"Take care!" Happily, he took out a hat from his sleeve and put it on his head, covering his bald head. After doing all this, Happy turned and strode away, and as soon as he went out, he jumped onto the roof, and quickly left the backyard of the Dasheng Gambling House without staying long.

Watching the happy figure disappear outside the door, Zhang Rong felt a sense of loss in her heart, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, blinding her eyes. finally knew that happiness was still in the world, and Zhang Rong was both happy and excited in her heart. However, before the joy in her heart had passed, the joy hurried away again, and if it weren't for the joy that still lingered on her lips, she would have thought that it had all happened in a dream.

Neither the melancholy Zhang Rong nor the happy person who left in a hurry did not notice it, and in a window more than ten meters away from Zhang Rong's door, a young man kept looking at Zhang Rong's house, and even more watched him leave happily.

The three religions of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism have developed for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is not easy to distinguish which is superior and which is inferior. Long before this debate, Yu Wenyong had held several large-scale debates, but each time it lasted more than ten days, but Buddhism won the final victory, and such a result obviously did not satisfy Yu Wenyong.

This time, taking advantage of the repeated mistakes of the Shamen disciples, Yu Wenyong held a debate again, obviously determined to curb the development of Buddhism, and to put it bluntly, he wanted to destroy the Buddha.

It is said that the fall of the West Mountain, the return of the tired bird means the end of the day, but the people of Chang'an City feel that time has passed a little quickly. On this day, monks and Taoists debated right and wrong with each other, which benefited all sentient beings a lot, especially in the debate between Zhixuan, the representative of Shamen in Chang'an City, and Zhang Bin, a Taoist, which was not only very exciting, but also clarified countless truths.

Although Buddhism has a bad reputation recently, but today's debate is still Shamen has the upper hand, Zhang Bin has been dumbfounded by Zhixuan several times, speechless, if it were not for Yuwenzhao and a group of officials who are proficient in the subset of Confucian scriptures and history to help, I am afraid that Zhang Bin will be directly defeated.

Back in the palace, Yu Wenyong couldn't help but frown, if this debate was still the same as the previous times, then his plan would not be able to continue. However, if you want to oppress Buddhism with the dignity of the emperor, if you don't have the right name, it will not only be bad for his reputation, but also the resistance you will encounter will be very fierce. Yu Wenyong is not afraid of opponents and murder, but this kind of result is always bad.

Just as Yu Wenyong was pacing back and forth in the imperial study, thinking hard about the countermeasures to destroy the Buddha, Yu Wenxian asked to see him outside the door.

"Your Majesty, someone just came to report that he was happy to see him in the city, and he was dressed as a novice at this time!" After Yu Wenxian and Yu Wenyong met each other, they said bluntly without waiting for Yu Wenyong to ask.

"Huh?" Yu Wenyong raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "Is the news reliable?" ”

The corner of Yu Wenxian's mouth pulled out a strange smile and said, "But what difference does it make if it's unreliable?" ”

Yu Wenyong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and his frowning brows also relaxed, "What the imperial brother said is right, let's pretend not to know for the time being, and hold still." Ming said to continue the debate and let the news spread throughout the city. ”

"Yes!" Yu Wenxian smiled slightly, replied respectfully and left.

"Cushman & Wakefield, I should really thank you for sending joy to me. I originally planned to use my happiness as an opportunity to eradicate Buddhism, and this happiness turned into a novice, could it be that God helped me, and I was destined to unify the world with my Yuwen clan! Yu Wenyong put his hands behind his back, looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and said silently in his heart.

"Gao Wei, Chen Ji, wait, you will surrender at my feet, and the name of Yuwen Yong is destined to go down in history for eternity. Maybe with the "Recipe for Eternal Life", my Yuwen clan will last for generations! Yu Wenyong took a deep look at the endless sky, exuding infinite momentum all over his body, full of spirit, and scolded Fang Xuan.

In the next three days, the debate between Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism was still in full swing, although Zhang Bin and other Taoist priests tried their best, they could not refute Zhixuan and other shamen, and they were still at a disadvantage. As a result, Buddhism, which had been in a bit of a slump because of petty evils such as hiding dirt and dirt, had a tendency to rise and received strong support from most of the people in the city.

Although the three days of debating Buddhism had been in the upper hand, Jihyun did not have the slightest smile on his face, on the contrary, the feeling of panic in his heart became stronger and stronger. Thinking of the turmoil in the past few days, but recently it has been calm and abnormal, and Jihyun has an inexplicable sense of crisis, which makes him feel anxious and irritable.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided, Amitabha!" Naoxuan did not go back to the room, but sat cross-legged on the hall of the Mahavira, facing the Buddha statue, and silently recited the scriptures. Because of that sense of crisis, he was a little impetuous, which was extremely detrimental to Ming's debate. Ji Hyun recited the scriptures over and over again, slowly regained his composure, and finally entered a state of concentration.