Rainy night, Jifu.

The happy banquet continued, as the focus of tonight, Ji Lei, dressed in a bright yellow brocade suit, was handsome and talked lively.

Although he has just come of age, he is no longer a child.

As the premier clan in Jinghong City, his father Ji Wanshan is not only the head of the family, but also the lord of a city.

Now, after receiving that the two thieves had been imprisoned, he quickly put away his thoughts and faced the star-studded youngest son Ji Lei.

But Long Xiaoyu's mind couldn't be put away at all.

She never dreamed that she would be abducted by Su Zhen and put on death row, she was so speechless

From time to time, she kicked the weeds on the ground and was sullen.

"Hey, hey, what an interesting little girl, it's a pity to be so good-looking."

The old man with black teeth was in the iron cage on the left, and now he is a horse-faced monk in the iron cage on the right.

A fierce-looking monk with a thin body and bloodshot eyes.

His right wrist appeared to be injured, rolled up in several layers of rags, and spilled blood.

The complexion is quite pale.

"What a pity?" Su Zhen glanced over.

"What a pity? Hahahaha. The horse-faced monk burst out laughing, and many of the death row inmates around him burst into laughter.

"It's really a pampered child, this is a death row, but once you come in, you don't want to go out again." The horse-faced monk smiled, like some kind of curse, which made people feel very desperate when they heard it.

Long Xiaoyu bit her lip, she had already heard about these things.

"Oh, yes."

"Then again, you're a monk, how come you're here?"

In response to Su Zhen's question, the horse-faced monk was slightly stunned: "Huh? You two are newcomers, and you are on death row at a young age, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? ”

"We?" Su Zhen looked at Long Xiaoyu, obviously not getting any response.

"You two are both smart and smart, and you just called yourself a master and servant, aren't you another family who fell into the middle of the road and was framed by someone taking the opportunity to come in?" The old man with black teeth let out a hoarse dry laugh from before.

"Who is the servant? You're a servant! Long Xiaoyu, who had been silent, raised his head sharply and glared at the old man fiercely.

Hahahahaha.

For a moment, all the death row inmates around laughed.

"Little girl, don't be angry, don't follow him, follow me, I don't treat you as a servant, just a wife hehe." In the iron cage opposite, there was a strong man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face was a little silly, and he looked at Long Xiaoyu with a smile.

"Get out!"

"Worthy of being my maid," Su Zhen nodded with satisfaction.

"You get out too!" Long Xiaoyu is very angry now, and he feels uncomfortable to death in his heart.

Dare to love the other party to come over, just to see her jokes?

Hahaha!

There was some laughter all around, it seemed like it hadn't been this lively in a long, long time.

"You just said that you were framed again?" Su Zhen looked at the black-toothed old man next door with an interested face.

"That's right, there are a lot of people here, and they were all framed in." The old man's voice was slightly embarrassed.

"Then it seems that Ji Mansion is not a good thing, black and white."

"Black and white? Hahahaha. The horse-faced monk laughed twice more and shook his head again and again.

Then he sneered: "This damn Ji Mansion is a black-hearted species, where can he be innocent?" ”

"You have enough, if you are wrong, you must admit it, and you will be beaten upright!" The honest and strong man on the other side stood up like a black bear.

"Am I wrong? Hahahaha. The horse-faced monk laughed.

"The Ji Mansion is in charge of the whole city, and all repeat offenders are imprisoned here, and there will be some deviations to a greater or lesser extent."

"There may be some maggots in the Ji Mansion that are black and white, but you said that the whole of the Ji Mansion is a black-hearted species, and that's it!"

"It's a good licking dog, it's a pity that your Ji Daguan can't hear it." The horse-faced monk spat out a mouthful of saliva, eager to spit on the other party's face.

"Hehe, I'm not talented."

"I set fire to it on impulse and burned people to death, I admit it."

"What about you? Do you dare to admit it? ”

Du Ming, who had an honest face, looked at the horse-faced monk proudly and asked.

"What do I have to recognize, and why should I admit it?" The horse-faced monk's cheeks were slightly distorted, as if the anger was enough to burn the sky and boil the sea.

"Coward!"

After Du Ming put down this sentence, he never looked at the horse-faced monk again.

There is already hopelessness here, pointless arguments that only exacerbate fatigue and pain.

Su Zhen watched silently and did not comment on this, but he could see that this monk was a man with a story.

Long Xiaoyu was still in a daze, trying to separate himself from the others, not wanting to speak or even listen.

After a few breaths, the monk's anger had not subsided, and he was still chattering to himself.

"It's all a bunch of hypocritical bastards, Ji Mansion, Zhao Mansion, and the entire Amazing City!"

"And... and the Song family in Lotus City, who are also a group of sanctimonious bastards! ”

"But... But ......"

"Heh," the horse-faced monk paused, took a deep breath, clasped his hand on his cheek, and laughed at himself:

"Monk... Monks are the most hypocritical! ”

The other death row inmates around him seemed to be accustomed to the nagging of the horse-faced monk, but for Su Zhen, it was very new.

There are many wicked people in this world, and they are either hateful to justice or hated the powerful......

Or maybe it's a hate for peace, a hate for a certain person, a hate for something.

Whatever the wicked people hate, they don't hate themselves.

Because the wicked people firmly believe that those who achieve great things are not informal.

Only oneself, in this world, only oneself is absolutely righteous, and only oneself can change some of the spurned.

However......

The horse-faced monk in front of him is diametrically opposed, or ...... Contradictory.

"Monk hypocrisy?"

"Are you referring to yourself?"

"Yourself? Hahahaha. This seems to be the signature mantra of the horse-faced monk, who laughs twice before each answer.

"I'm counting myself, but the monk's profession is even more hypocritical, so hypocritical that it's disgusting and outrageous!" The horse-faced monk clenched his fists, pounded his chest, and his voice became very sharp.

It seems to be a very strong hatred and self-deprecation, haunting my heart for many years, and it has been accumulated for a long time.

"Is that exaggerated......

"Absolutely!" The horse-faced monk saw that Su Zhen was skeptical, and immediately smiled: "Kecheng has heard a word? ”

"What?"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

"That's nature," Su Zhen nodded without thinking.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? Don't you think it's hypocritical? ”

"Why do ordinary people have to go through thousands of calamities to become Buddhas? And the wicked become a Buddha, all they need to do is put down the butcher's knife? The black-clothed monk shouted, as if he had gone to question that day.

"I've been practicing Buddha for ten years, and I haven't gotten anything, and everything I see is sin!"

"Unfortunately, I can't stop it, and when I'm trying to save one person, ten people are suffering at the same time."

"I've worked hard!"

"I've worked hard!"