The streets were bloody, and such a ruthless method immediately suppressed those ordinary people who were lucky.

Wealth and fame are naturally good, but after all, they can't compare to their own lives!

The official looked at the city's citizens lying on the ground, completely breathless, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Without him, these people are all bald, and they still have ring scars on their heads!

Thinking that he woke up early in the morning and looked at the bronze mirror to find that he was also bald and scarred, he knew that this matter was not simple.

Maybe it was some gods, demons and monsters, he glanced at the soldiers surrounding Ou Yangming's master and apprentice.

These people have been by his side for more than ten years, and one look is enough for them to know what they should do.

A few wolf-like soldiers came out of the encirclement, wielding a big knife that was still dripping blood, and scolded the surrounding melon-eating crowd, telling them to disperse, otherwise the sword soldiers would be ruthless.

A group of people who had never seen anything in the world were naturally frightened and ran back to their homes.

As for why the officials did this, it is not to make a big merit.

If someone reported to the king that he had killed a dozen people, and found out that all of them were monks, would he still receive the credit for a fart?

A thousand taels of silver is small, and the hereditary marquis is the real wealth!

"Left and right! Captured four demon monks!! The official nodded, looking at the fleeing people with satisfaction. Then he commanded the rest of the soldiers, wanting to take down Ou Yangming's four apprentices.

At the sound of the order, the soldiers walked towards them with their swords in hand.

But when they were a foot away from them, they found that they couldn't save it.

"Why don't you take them yet?"

Official Zhou frowned and asked, very dissatisfied.

As long as you take down the four people, you will immediately enter the palace to report it, and the credit will naturally not be lost to him.

Isn't it delaying your future now?

"My lord, I don't know why, when we are one foot away from the monk, we can't save it." One of the henchmen turned his head to report.

"This ........"

Before the words were finished, the four of Ou Yangming's master and apprentice moved.

And the soldiers who surrounded them felt a strong attack that instantly knocked them to the ground.

The official looked at his subordinates like a gourd rolling on the ground, and his heart was even more surprised.

These people are all soldiers who have been on the battlefield with him, otherwise why can they kill people with a knife?

But now look at their appearance, how do they look like a boy who has been hollowed out by wine.

Officials will not sit idly by, watching the merits of the sky and fleeing from the palm of their hands.

With a snort, he pulled out the steel knife on his waist, his face was fierce, his legs jumped up vigorously, and he took Ou Yangming's head directly.

But something frightened him happened, when he was a foot away from the monks, he felt that the steel knife in his hand seemed to be cut on an iron plate.

A huge counter-shock force suddenly swept him away.

Bang!!

The official fell and wanted to get up, but found that half of his body was numb.

Helpless, he could only watch as the four of Ou Yangming's master and apprentice continued to advance towards the palace that destroyed France.

Along the way, they met countless patrol soldiers, but this group of people had no way to stop the monk's footsteps.

So, after many layers of information, the news finally reached the ears of the king.

"What? Four monks entered the city today! God help me, the great wish to destroy the Fa can finally be completed today! The king looked excited, as long as he killed those four monks and made up 10,000, he could destroy the Fa!

As for being shaved and burned, you can just find a reason and fool around.

Anyway, he is the king who destroyed France, who dares to question himself?

"Your Majesty, Weichen has something to say!" His Royal Highness's martial arts ministers suddenly walked out of a person and bent down to report.

"Say!"

The king was in a good mood and replied with a smile.

"Your Majesty, since the destruction of the law in our country, trade with neighboring countries has become increasingly scarce. Among them, the domestic industries are also gradually becoming abandoned. Weichen feels that if you want to rejuvenate the country, then the first thing to bear the brunt of is the peace of the country. ”

After saying this, the king was furious, and he stood up and shouted, "Rejuvenate the country and the country? The country is peaceful? It's all a woman's kindness!! I ask you, where did I destroy France with swords, guns, swords, and halberds?

The widow killed it to unify the country and the world! If it weren't for a group of monks chattering crookedly all day long, the widow would have leveled the eight countries around him a long time ago. Doing business? The sword soldier is a trade deal, and the sword of the widow rests on their necks. Ask them for something, and they don't give it?

Just give it, don't give it? The outnumbered will be killed, and then taken! Let me ask you again, how is the talk of the widow compared to your talk about business and trade?! ”

"This ....." His Royal Highness's minister hesitated, there was no comparison.

Anyone who is smart knows the importance of trade and commerce to the country.

But the family is the king, the majesty.

He is a courtier, if he dares to say a word, it is no different from looking for death.

But he didn't vomit unhappily in his chest, if he continued like this, sooner or later he would destroy France.

On the one hand, the country is ruined, and on the other hand, his own family is ruined, which makes him hesitate.

"Amitabha! Your Majesty is so majestic, it really makes the poor monks daunting. ”

Just when the minister was hesitating, a Buddha horn instantly shocked the civil and military officials of the entire hall.

"Humph! Monk, what a gut! Dare to come to the palace and come to someone! Drag the four of them out and behead them to show the public, and fulfill the great wish of the widow. The king looked at the four monks who walked in from outside the hall, and his heart was full of anger and joy.

The angry thing is that the soldiers under his command are useless, and even a monk will not stop them, let them go all the way to the palace unimpeded.

I am happy that I have a great wish, killing 10,000 monks, and finally completing it today.

A group of soldiers outside the hall, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to come forward.

Before they used all their strength, all kinds of methods.

But all of them turned into useless work, as long as they were one foot away from the monk, they could not advance an inch.

Those who dare to move the sword will inevitably be a bouncing off, their arms will be broken, and the big sword will be shattered.

Looking into the distance, there were shards of steel knives on the ground, and their hearts were even more frightened.

This is a demon monk, an out-and-out demon monk!

Compared to the usual monks who have no power to resist, they are simply better than having no friends.

"What are you doing in a daze? Is it possible to let the widow do it himself? "The king is angry, when, this exterminating France is afraid that the monk is coming?

In the past, when the monks were arrested, they were elated, begging for rewards, and scrambling to be the first.

The king was angry, but the soldiers did not dare to come forward.

The civil and military ministers were happy in their hearts, thinking about how to please the king every day, and now the opportunity has come.

If they don't show their skills now, won't they be in the officialdom for nothing?