The shopkeeper who was hiding in the crowd and trying to escape was pushed out by the people.

He shuddered and argued, "No, it's not like that—"

"I won't hide it from you, the Hong family's rice shop is now being taken care of by my second brother."

Nan Baoyi interrupted him and told the truth:

"After the drought, the treasurers of the grain chamber of commerce, represented by the shopkeeper Wan, approached my second brother and tried to unite with him to increase the price of grain, but the second brother refused.

"The forces behind the shopkeeper Wan, such as Cheng Taishou and Xia joined the army, immediately became angry and did not hesitate to burn grain to retaliate, which led to today's situation.

"The drought in Shu County is a natural disaster, and tens of thousands of catties of grain were burned, but it was a man-made disaster. Instead of scolding me, an unwarranted evil woman, it is only right to bring Cheng Xu, the culprit, to justice. ”

Nanbao's posture is elegant.

The fire burned behind her, engulfing the entire Zhennan Temple.

Her long snow-white hair fluttered in the mountain wind, and her sickly pale face showed a strange beauty, which was extremely moving.

The people looked at each other a few times, and they felt guilty for each other.

Someone was the first to say:

"Nanwu girl, I wronged you before, I'm really sorry!"

"yes, I just picked up a stone to hit you...... It's outrageously wrong, please forgive me! ”

"I said earlier that the Nan family is a good family, how can there be evil worship, you don't listen to me!"

Everyone was gossiping, and their eyes looking at Nan Baoyi were full of kindness and respect.

Nan Yan knelt in the corner, her beautiful little face bruised.

She clenched her fists tightly, hating to kill Nan Baoyi with her eyes!

She painstakingly set up a situation, why can this slut escape many times and three times?!

I hate it!

Hillside gazebo.

Gu Chongshan supported himself with one hand and drank half a cup of liquor slowly.

He curled the corners of his red lips, "This girl from the Nan family is really interesting." ”

The little eunuch standing behind him said respectfully: "Lord Qiyu, the wolf guard of the Governor of Xue is already on the way, and he will definitely have a conflict with the Marquis of Jingxi." The game between you and Miss Nan will soon be decided. ”

Gu Chongshan stared at the clearing.

A young man of his age, with his blood-stained robe, riding alone, with a strange knife, cut down all the one hundred and eight monks with high martial arts skills in Zhennan Temple to the ground.

It's a hearty gesture.

The black steed neighed and rushed towards the old host.

The horse raised its front hooves, startling the people around the old host to retreat.

Xiao Yi grabbed the reins with one hand and waved the Mo knife with the other, and the blade pointed directly at the old host's front door.

He raised his chin defiantly and smiled arrogantly: "Zhennan Temple, but that's it!" ”

The old host clasped his palms together and calmly recited "Amitabha".

Nan Baoyi looked at him, "The presiding abbot has long known that I am not the evil girl in the nursery rhyme. But he still colluded with the Cheng family and the Xia family, trapped me in injustice, and even set me on fire. They all said that the family was compassionate, and the compassion of the host, where did it go? ”

"Xia Senjun promised the poor monk that as long as he burned you in front of the people of Shu County as his daughter wished, he would donate 200,000 taels of snowflake silver to Zhennan Temple, and lead the army to dig and release water and irrigate ditches. Death of a donor, saving the world, poor monks this is a great merit. Even if you die here today, you will definitely be able to go to the Western Elysium and ascend to Buddhahood. ”

The old host's eyebrows and eyes are cold and old.

As the mountain breeze blows, the robes and big sleeves hunt and fly.

In the eyes of the people, it has the demeanor of a monk.

The mountain wind is howling.

"Killing me and saving the world, in your eyes, is a great merit?"

On the high platform, the girl's voice was a little colder.

She stood up.

Three thousand white hairs, flying wantonly.

The wide snow-white skirt swayed in the wind, graceful and graceful, as if she was about to return with the wind.

She stared at the old host, "You know that the nursery rhyme is false, but you still give me the notoriety of being an evil girl, which is a deception."

"As a child of a Buddhist family, but you have privately taught and received from officials, you are six impure.

"You have Amitabha Buddha in your mouth, but you want to kill me in your heart, and then quickly, because the demon nature has not been eliminated.

"You obviously have thousands of ways to clarify nursery rhymes as a monk, expose the sins of Xia joining the army, and let the government relieve the people, but you chose the most filthy one.

"You think you are great, but you don't know that your heart is despicable and you have no Buddha heart!"

"You, you can't afford to be the host of Zhennan Temple!"

The old host's eyes were cracking.

The green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and he stared at Nan Baoyi fiercely: "The poor monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and he just wants to save the people from fire and water, how dare you question that the poor monk has no Buddha heart?!" ”

The people were silent.

Sometimes they look at the old host, and sometimes they look at Nan Baoyi.

Judging from the appearance alone, one is a high-ranking monk, with a valuable robe and a cold dust.

One is a demon girl in the world, with crane hair and a childish face, and red lips.

But......

The monk's face was hideous, like a demon.

The demon girl's eyebrows and eyes were clean and bright as the sun.

It's clear which is good and which is bad.

It can be seen that the demons and monsters in the world cannot be distinguished by appearance alone.

Whispers gradually sounded around them, all of them were presided over by the old man.

The old host's face was distorted, "You demon girl, the poor monk killed you to thank the world!" ”

Before he took half a step, the tip of Xiao Yi's Mo knife was carelessly pressed against his neck.

He smiled: "Just because Ben Hou doesn't kill the monk doesn't mean that he can't kill the monk." Do you want to try it? ”

The old host was even more annoyed.

The old eyes gradually became bloodshot, and murderous thoughts arose, as if they were about to fall into a demon.

He gave up the abbot's demeanor and roared fiercely: "Kill you to save the world, the poor monk is right!" The poor monk purifies all sentient beings, and the poor monk is the one who wants to go to the Western Elysium! ”

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn is particularly loud.

An old monk with a white beard, wearing an orange and yellow robe, came in the air.

He was followed by dozens of monks, all of whom were in the cellar and had sat with Nan Baoyi to discuss the Tao.

"Evil obstacles, still not retreat?!"

The old monk scolded angrily.

As his dust was thrown on the old host's head, the old host's demonic energy gradually dissipated, and even the blood-red pupils gradually cleared.

He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Master." ”

The old monk turned to Xiao Yi and calmly performed a Buddhist etiquette.

Xiao Yi returned the salute to him.

The old monk turned to the high platform again, looked at Nan Baoyi carefully for a long time, and said with a smile: "That old Taoist priest, I have accepted a good apprentice." ”

Nan Baoyi pursed her lips.

She couldn't figure out the depth of the old monk, so she only bowed properly.

The old monk turned to the people and said in a loud voice: "Today's incident is the fault of my Zhennan Temple. This female benefactor is exquisite, not the so-called evil worship, and the old man is here to justify her name. Drought is a natural disaster that cannot be changed by man. Nursery rhymes, you can put it down. As for this evil obstacle, the old man will bring it back and punish it. ”

"Master—"

"Shut up!"

The old monk rolled his eyes angrily, "I can't talk about others, I can't beat others, my old face has been lost by you!" Why are other people's apprentices so smart, and my apprentices are so idiots?! ”

The old host is old, and he was reprimanded in public, and his cold and old face immediately swelled red.

He pinched his robe and bowed his head shyly and remained silent.