The shopkeeper of the teahouse was afraid of being implicated, so he hurriedly knelt down at the brocade guard who chased in, trembling and speechless.

Jinyiwei immediately divided into two groups, and acted quickly, half of them rushed into the backyard, and half of them walked briskly to the second floor.

"Bang dang!"

The doors of the boxes on the second floor were kicked open one by one, and they were searched room by room.

Bursts of exclamations came and went.

"What are you doing......" The girl's dissatisfied voice was halfway out, and there was no follow-up.

The young man covered his sister's mouth, watched the brocade guard leave, and then let go.

"What are you yelling about, it's really not a big deal!" The boy frowned and reprimanded the girl.

The girl gasped and snorted, but did not speak.

Didn't she see clearly that those people were Jinyiwei, eating snacks and eating well, the door was suddenly kicked open, who was not angry?

But she didn't understand, why even their dignified Dingguo Mansion had to be so taboo about this Lao Shizi Jinyi Guard?

What the hell are they doing, I've seen them arresting people everywhere all day long.

The young man got angry and said, "Xu Wanxi, don't you want me to take you out again!" ”

When the eight- or nine-year-old girl heard this, she softened and pulled the young man's sleeve and said good things.

At this time, the box where Zhang Meishou and the others were also broke into Jinyiwei.

Ah Li protected Zhang Meishou without a trace, and he didn't dare to take a breath in the air, staring at several brocade guards for a moment.

"Have you ever seen a drunk man coming here?" A brocade guard asked in a deep voice, his gaze swept over the children who were dressed as either rich or noble.

Wang Shouren and Canglu didn't see any panic, Zhang Meishou was blocked in front of Ah Li, and Jinyiwei couldn't see her expression.

Wang Shouren shook his head.

"I haven't seen it." His tone was calm.

Jin Yiwei glanced at him, but his eyes finally fixed on Canglu's body.

The still childish child wears a willow yellow robe, with ink hair tucked back behind his head, but at a young age, he has his own coldness and frenzy, which makes it easy to take his eyes off.

"Which family are the sons and girls?" Jin Yiwei asked.

Wang Shouren reported the door of his and Canglu's homes in turn, and did not mention Zhang Meishou out of protection.

A strange look flashed in Jin Yiwei's eyes.

"It turned out to be the son of the king's mansion." He looked at Canglu and said, "The young lady of the hundred families - the brothers are disrespectful. ”

“……”

Canglu didn't speak.

The brocade guard bowed to a few people, and then led the people away quickly.

Before he left, Zhang Meishou poked his head out from behind Ah Li and quietly noticed the person's appearance.

He is about thirty years old, with a dark complexion and a pair of narrow eyes.

As soon as they left, Ah Li hurriedly closed the door of the private room with the back foot, and made a 'I'm scared to death' expression towards the carved door, then took a deep breath, and when he turned back, he had returned to his fearless appearance.

The girl was already scared, and she had to pretend to be very powerful.

"Don't be afraid of the girls, they're gone." She whispered comfort to Zhang Meishou.

Zhang Meishou looked at the fine and dense layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and wanted to hand her the handkerchief to wipe it, but seeing that the little girl was holding on to make her feel at ease, she didn't break it down.

Over there, Wang Shouren was teasing: "What a young lady from a hundred families." ”

Canglu was born too good-looking, and dressed up as a daughter's family, and everyone who didn't know the inside story would recognize her as a girl.

When Zhang Meishou first learned to speak, he chased after her and shouted "sister", and it was not until Canglu was five years old that she stopped shouting and called his name instead.

Over the years, Canglu has long been accustomed to being mistaken for gender or something, and at this time, listening to his friend's jokes, he laughed instead of being angry: "Master, I can't tell the difference between male and female, how can you be envious?" ”

Wang Shouren put away his smile when he heard this, and hugged him with a straight face: "The little lady is so open-minded, I admire it." ”

"Stop making a fuss." Zhang Meishou faced out the window and said, "Look outside—"

The drunk has been caught.

Zhang Meishou had never seen this situation with her own eyes, but combined with what she had heard in her memory, she could already anticipate what would happen next.

The drunk man was slammed in the crook of his leg with a scabbard by the brocade guard, and knelt down in front of the great master.

He seemed to be sober and cried out for mercy.

The voices whispered, and all the people were waiting for the great master to speak.

This great teacher is famous all over the world, and it is rumored that he is the reincarnation of the Buddha of the Western Heavens, who has immortal arts, and has practiced for many years and is not comparable to ordinary mortals.

"Amitabha."

The monk in the chariot clasped his hands together, turned his thumb and turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and the sound was far away, as if coming from outside the sky.

"Dayongchang Temple is a holy place dedicated to the Buddha, you committed a mouth karma this time, the poor monk is not responsible, but there is a heavenly punishment."

As soon as these words came out, the four sides became slightly agitated.

"Heavenly Punishment ......"

"There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures that those who commit oral karma will enter the hell of pulling out their tongues after death!"

While everyone was talking, the drunk man looked at the monk in a cold sweat.

He's not afraid of any bullshit punishment!

This monk wants to pretend to be merciful and let him go, right?

He was just about to get up and sit up, but his body suddenly froze.

A gust of wind struck, and the white veil hanging in front of Hua Yuan was blown open a crack, revealing the face of the meditating monk within.

The monk's face was pale and beardless, and he couldn't tell his age.

The drunken man looked into the monk's eyes in horror.

The eyes are as deep as ink, and the whites of the eyes can't seem to be seen in them!

The next moment, in front of everyone's eyes, I saw that the drunk suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled his neck!

Before everyone had time to be surprised, a large area of scarlet had already gushed out of the drunkard's mouth, and the blood was endless, and it soon stained his placket red.

When the people saw this, they were terrified, and the faint-hearted were so frightened that they cried and trembled, and they fell back to the ground, and the children began to cry, but the adults covered their mouths.

The drunk soon fell to the ground weakly.

The blood from his mouth was still pouring out, and his cloudy eyes were wide open, and they were full of horror.

Zhang Qiuchi, who witnessed this scene up close, clenched his hands that trembled slightly.

He looked at the roof of the chariot.

The monk in the chariot had a compassionate face and recited the Buddha again.

The chariot was lifted again, and the white yarn that moved slightly with the wind was still spotless.

Zhang Meishou frowned and watched.

This scene was no different from what she had heard in her previous life.

In the next moment, the monk in Hua Yuan slowly turned his head as if he noticed her attention......

Clearly separated by the light veil, Zhang Meishou clearly felt the feeling of the four eyes facing each other......

He saw her!

Zhang Meishou froze his mind and calmly withdrew his gaze.

The monk's deep eyes revealed a strange look, and the fingers that turned the Buddha beads were slightly forced.

With a soft sound, the thread wearing the Buddha beads suddenly broke.

A bead of Buddha rolled down.