"The old slave listens to the eldest lady and the eldest young master, and calls him the ancient immortal." "She looks very young, beautiful and bright, with a high bun, three hostas on the left and right, and a black robe, with a nine-ring pattern on her clothes. ”

Hearing what Mrs. Fang said, Zi Qianmo's mind roughly sketched the image of a beautiful and ruthless Daogu.

Inexplicably, she remembered the heavy demonic aura when she returned home yesterday.

Could it be related to this "Gu Daxian"?

"Take me there."

Ziqian Mo is colorful.

Saving people is a matter of sooner rather than later.

Mrs. Fang cried with joy, and her cloudy eyes were filled with hope again: "Thank you Miss Seven, Miss Seven's Bodhisattva heart!" ”

Zi Qianmo was speechless for a while.

In my heart, I sneered at the metaphor of "bodhisattva's heart".

The Buddhist cultivation of Western Buddhism has always been very unpleasant to the eyes of the demon clan. Even in the heavenly realm, the same is true. She doesn't have a good impression of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Mrs. Fang led the way ahead.

Zi Qianmo and Mo Yan followed.

When this kind of thing happened, Zi Qianmo insisted on intervening, and Mo Yan naturally couldn't stand by and watch. With him, even if he encounters any danger, he can help in time.

*。 *。 *。 *

Tea time.

A group of three arrived at the residence of Zi Lu Xiao, the eldest young master of the Zi family.

The house is very luxurious, the eaves are paved with Qibao glazed tiles, the beams are hung with octagonal coral lamps, and the floor is mated with lapsite. There are groups of servants in the house, and there are twenty beautiful maids, which shows what kind of erosive life Zilu Xiao lives on weekdays.

And at this moment, the courtyard was crying.

Two pairs of boys and girls, both five or six years old, dressed very plainly, with small faces and white and fat, short arms and short feet, were all tied up at the moment, and piled up.

The child's cry was piercing, hysterical, and full of fear, almost tearing off the roof of the house.

In addition, there are mournful pleas for mercy.

It is the parents and relatives of the children.

"Big lady, please, let my daughter go, she's still young, she only passed her fifth birthday yesterday, and she doesn't understand anything."

"Eldest lady, the ancestors of the slave maid have been serving in the prime minister's mansion for three generations, but there is no merit and hard work, do you see if you can release my son?"

"Granddaughter, my poor granddaughter, woo-woo-"

……

"What a noise!" The eldest lady Wu Jiao looked impatient, at this moment, she was wearing a veil, covering her extremely ugly and rotten face, the previous poison had not been cured, in the past month, she had become accustomed to covering her face with a scarf, "It's your honor to be able to choose you!" The big house will give you a sum of money as compensation, five silver beads per family, and you will receive it when you see it, don't make trouble. ”

"Nope! The slave and the maid do not want five silver beads, and the slave and the maid only need a son. A maid with a woman's hair in a bun knelt down and begged bitterly, "The slave maid is working in the old prime minister's yard, beg the eldest lady to look at the old prime minister's face and give the child a way to live!" ”

mentioned the old prime minister, the domineering look in Wu Jiao's eyes was slightly restrained.

Obviously, she is very jealous of her father-in-law.

In fact, if it weren't for the old prime minister who went on a business trip to other places as a messenger and was not at home for more than a year, Wu Jiao would not dare to be so unscrupulous.

If the old prime minister comes back, this servant will sue her when she pours tea and water......

Wu Jiao pondered for a while, then turned around and said to the glamorous Dao Gu behind her: "Gu Daxian, can you change it?" ”