When the Buddha is high in the eyes of the world, it is not good, if you want to do it, you will be a righteous person who can cut the evil with your hands. Instead of being helpless and trapped in a temple forever.

Mingyan was a little stunned when he heard this, that is to say, the abbot who looked full of compassion in the first few readings was a fake? If this can keep the world in the dark, is it good to be good?

Fu Changliang noticed that her little face was pale, "Don't be afraid of your eyes, he can't hurt you when he's alive, and if he's dead now, he doesn't need to be afraid." ”

Mingyan blinked, listened to his words, thought about it, and seemed to be so reasonable, "I'm not afraid, I'm just thinking about how the fake abbot hides from the world." ”

He raised his cheek slightly, and hugged her lightly between his hands, "In this world, good people can never learn the momentum of evil people, but evil people are just the opposite. ”

As he was, he would never let her discover the other side of him if he wanted to.

Mingyan nodded, this is the truth, good people can't get over the hurdle in their hearts, and naturally they can't do evil. The wicked are different, they have done bad things, their psychological quality has long been strong, and it is not difficult to pretend to be a good person without retiring from the state before doing evil.

And Du Yun looked at Fu Changliang at this moment, and slowly saluted, forgiving him for being clumsy, he had not recognized His Royal Highness King Chen before.

But why King Chen appeared in the Hanqing Temple, he didn't ask much.

"During this time, there are high monks."

Fu Changliang's sullenness had already been wiped out when Mingyan was grinding for him.

At present, he explained a little more calmly to Duyun, and then picked up the little Jiaohua to relax.

Ten days later

The situation in Beijing has long been heavy, with high forts erected on the city gates, blood-colored long flags fluttering in the wind, and the sullenness before the early spring rains.

At this moment, he was wearing a battle robe, standing on the high platform of the city gate, with some disdain and excitement in his eyes, disdainful of the contempt of the emperor in the past, excited that today he can kill and ascend the throne in one fell swoop, so that this posture of looking down from the height is dyed with the meaning of overlooking all beings.

"Boom ......"

But this day is not beautiful, it is raining drippingly, and there is a gradual big posture.

Shengsheng made the soldiers less chance to set fires.

Fu Changheng didn't know why his subordinates chose this day to attack this last time.

Just as he was thinking for a moment, there was a knock from under the city gate.

Boom, the sound was faintly over the muffled thunder overhead.

Fu Changheng looked down and sneered. What should it be? It was just a crane feather army with white cranes sewn on the cuffs?

The Crane Feather Army under Fu Changliang also wanted to break through the city gate and come to the rescue?

Oh, their master is not his opponent, he is being held in a cell. How could these subordinates turn over any sparks in his great cause?

His thin lips gently opened a curvature, and he didn't even bother to give a look to the Crane Feather Army under the city gate.

But soon, his right-hand man hurriedly reported, "Your Highness, the princess and concubine have been taken captive." ”

When Fu Changheng heard this, his eyebrows jumped, and his heart was also tight.

As everyone knows, he has two lives, one is himself, and the other is the princess who is held by him at the tip of his heart.

It's just that his princess has been sick recently.

"Taken captive?"

"Yes, it's the thief who visited the mother on the way. The thief was so well disguised that his subordinates didn't see any flaws. ”。

Fu Changheng looked outside the city gate again, and in the distance, there was a black oppression, as if there was something.