"Donor, you're the one who suffers, right?" Daoran asked.

When the dwarf heard this, he threw out the sharp knife and the woman's head, and roared, "Bitter lord? Which eye of yours saw that I was miserable?! In this place, I am the emperor and I have whatever I want! You blind thief, see who is the sufferer!"

The dwarf scolded a few times, and the scene around him changed, from a bustling street to a magnificent palace, and the dwarf also directly added a dragon robe, surrounded by eunuchs with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, as well as palace maids holding various dishes.

The woman who had just been beheaded by him had turned into a concubine in palace clothes, and was kneeling at his feet, but was soon beaten to death by several eunuchs with sticks, and the corpses did not look like human shapes.

The dwarf was dressed in a dragon robe, grabbed the gold-forged rice bowl and feasted on it, and the tragic corpse in front of him seemed to him to be the best seasoning.

The dwarf, who had eaten a mouth full of oil, said to Daoran, "Look, do I look like a person who suffers? That's the life of the Emperor."

Dao Ran listened, and replied in a calm tone, "The emperor doesn't need a golden rice bowl."

"What did you say?" The elf thought he had misheard.

Dao Ran continued, "The emperor didn't use the golden rice bowl because it was too heavy, and he used porcelain. Also, what the emperor eats, there is no such a large piece of meat. Three crispy soups, lamb tongue sticks, sprout belly stalks, five delicacies of the gizzard palm sticks, and crab soup are all extremely delicate dishes, and what you eat now is just a large piece of meat stewed."

The dwarf angrily threw the bowl on the ground and roared at Dao Ran, "How do you know that you have ever been an emperor as a monk?!"

"I haven't, but I've been to the palace. Everything in the illusion is under your control, but you have never been to the palace, you have never met the emperor, your palace is fake, and even the clothes on your body are more like thick linen shirts than dragon robes. Donor, you should know that everything in front of you is fake." Daoran said.

The dwarf was silent for a moment, and everything around him changed again, turning back into the original bustling street. Every brick and tile, grass and tree here is so real, and Dao Ran has not been able to find any flaws.

Because this is where this man once lived, not the scene he imagined.

"Little monk, what are you doing here? Are you here to transform me?" The man asked.

Daoran replied, "Amitabha, the little monk is just passing through this place, and he just wants to borrow the way from the city of vain death to return to the yang world."

But after saying that, Dao Ran asked curiously, "There have been people from the Buddhist sect who have come before, and they want to save the donor?"

"Hehe, more than once. Little monk, old monk, I've seen them all. But in the city of the dead, they were no different from mortals. I killed them dozens of times, and they scolded themselves. For so many years, even a monk who was made into a urinal by me could still speak calmly, but all he said was about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot, and I got tired of hearing it and drove him out." The man spoke cruel words in a cold tone.

Dao Ran thought about it carefully, and he didn't think it was strange.

The problem of the city of vain death, Buddhism is definitely not the first day to know, and there will definitely be people in Buddhism who are willing to devote themselves to it to dissolve resentful souls. It's just that now it doesn't work very well.

….

Dao Ran is not surprised, many times the degree of Buddhism depends on the power of mana, according to other people's heads to repent, for example, Fahai likes to close the close of the disciples, one day does not work for a year, there will always be a time for you to "become enlightened".

Many eminent monks also like this method, which is to use mana to create various "tests" for others, so that the other party can "realize" in the ups and downs of life.

But the illusion in the city of vain death is completely controlled by resentful spirits, and in this small world, this dwarf in front of him is probably more powerful than the Buddha, and can inflict endless pain and humiliation on others.

It's easy to test others, but when you are tortured yourself, how many eminent monks can persevere? Even Manjushri is a cautious eye, not to mention other Buddhist monks who may be tempted and degraded by the heavenly demons at any time.

It's no wonder that the city of vain has been here for so many years, the problem is just getting bigger and bigger, and this is indeed a piece

Tough bones.

"Little monk, I've seen a lot of monks, and many people say that they don't come to temper me, but in fact they just fight with me, and when I disembowel him, he cries and recruits. I advise you to be honest and confess as soon as possible, so that you will suffer less."

As this person spoke, the five short figures suddenly became tall and mighty, and the sharp knife in his hand also turned into a nine-ring broadsword, and he was looking at Dao Ran with bad intentions.

The man's mood changed in shock, and it was obvious that he had fallen into madness.

But Daoran was not afraid, and said to this person, "Amitabha, the so-called don't persuade others to be kind without suffering others, the little monk doesn't know what you have experienced, and when you open your mouth, you persuade people to put down the butcher's knife, that is the real sin."

Dao Ran really did not mean to transform this person, this person can enter the city of vain death, which shows that he was innocent before he died, and he was innocent victim. In this case, if you don't want to help him take revenge, you can say anything about putting down the butcher's knife, even if there is a lie, you can't say anything.

It seemed that Dao Ran's solemnity and high charm played a role, and this man carefully looked at Dao Ran for a moment, quickly returned to his original appearance, and said suspiciously, "You didn't come to temper me, so what did you do in the city of vain? It's not like you have to go to the dead city in vain!"

"Looks like you know a lot about the donor." Daoran said.

"Hmph, those monks, it's not that all of them only talk nonsense. I've been in the city of the dead for so long, and I know a little bit about the rules of the underworld." The man said triumphantly.

"Since the donor knows the rules of the underworld, you should know that the sinful people can't return to the yang world in a normal way, and the little monk can only use the way to die in vain." Daoran said frankly.

"Sinful? Even you, a little monk, will be guilty? What did you do to kill someone or steal someone?"

Dao Ran thought about it, and didn't say anything about him being cheated by the old demon of Black Mountain, after all, the cause and effect were too complicated, and it would not make sense for a while.

Therefore, Dao Ran picked a simple and easy-to-understand explanation: "The little monk killed an emperor."

Sure enough, hearing Dao Ran's words, the man's eyes widened.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, killing the emperor is an earth-shattering event.

"You, you...... Did you really kill the Emperor? Which emperor?" The man asked, surprised.

"Chai Xixu, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty." Daoran said.

….

"Well killed! This faint king should have died a long time ago! If he hadn't wanted to refine the pill and collect some snake tax, I wouldn't have died in vain! My mother-in-law, who was obviously guilty of killing her husband, was spared from punishment because she paid ten times the snake tax!

"She took my money and was merry, and in the end, she even fell in love with a Taoist priest who knew magic, and she is still happy and happy!" The man said loudly, and tears began to flow down his eyes as he spoke.

Dao Ran understood most of it, no wonder he hated it so much, the enemy not only escaped punishment, but also ran to cultivate immortals, even if he couldn't become an immortal, maybe he could live for a hundred or two hundred years. Seeing that the enemy is getting better and better, and there is no need to be punished at all, this resentment in my heart is naturally unbearable.

Now that I think about it, Chai Xiyu is really innocent, and the snake tax not only makes the people's lives miserable, but also allows the wicked to get rid of their crimes, which is simply a bad government that brings disaster to the country and the people.

"Amitabha." Dao Ran didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only read this sentence.

"Little monk, if you kill the emperor, you can be regarded as avenging half of me, so I'll let you go. It's just that other people may not be so easy to talk to, and if they encounter someone who doesn't want to listen to you, it is possible to cut you directly." The man reminded.

Dao Ran nodded, he was already prepared in his heart.

The bustling street suddenly has a fork in the road, which seems to be not in the same direction as the tall buildings in the distance, but it is clear that the location of the tall buildings is wrong, and the real exit is on this fork in the road.

In the illusion, if you are bent on moving towards the tall building, I am afraid that you will only go farther and farther.

"Thank you, donor......" After Dao Ran finished speaking, he was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "I don't know who your enemy is, if the little monk happens to meet him after returning to Yang, he may be able to help you avenge your hatred."

"Really?" this

The man said in surprise.

"There is a vast sea of people, and the little monk can't guarantee it, but maybe he can do his best." Daoran said.

"That slut's name is Yan Xijiao, and she should be in Qingcheng Mountain now!" The man said excitedly.

"Okay, the little monk remembers, he hasn't asked the name of the benefactor yet." Daoran asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't want to defile the Master's ears, I am a resentful soul who will never be born. As long as you can help me take revenge, I will repay my kindness in the next life."

Dao Ran was not reluctant, and walked towards the fork in the road.

The further you went, the more distorted the scene became, and soon it became something else.

The bustling streets disappeared, but instead came to the execution ground full of heads, where a woman with a disheveled head was wielding a ghost-headed knife and cutting off the heads of the people kneeling on the execution ground one by one.

Among these people, there are those who wear official robes, those who are gorgeously dressed, and those who have mean faces...... More than a dozen people, all of whom became guillotines under the woman's ghost head knife.

But the interesting thing is that after these people were beheaded, the blood splattered did not fall to the ground, and all of them were sucked in by the white flags hanging around them.

Dao Ran didn't waste any time, he walked over directly and said to the woman, "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the little monk is here to help you avenge, may I ask what is the name of your enemy?"

The woman with the ghost head knife brushed away the messy hair on her face, looked at Dao Ran in disbelief, and said, "What you said is true?!"

….

…………

In the sun, on the banks of the Thousand Lights River.

Shenxiu was looking at the few pieces of letter paper in front of him with a sad face, this was the news sent by Zhu Wei through the Chamber of Commerce.

The content is simple, their business has encountered unruly people making trouble, and it has been seriously affected.

Qiandeng River's main business now is grain, and then all kinds of groceries. Originally, because of Bai Suzhen's help, Zhu Wei got the first batch of grain, and through the name of Daoran, he successfully opened up the market.

Once this business has a foundation, it will naturally develop quickly.

Zhu Wei is also a genius in business, and he has already done a good job in the Chamber of Commerce in a short period of time.

Recently, however, something has gone wrong with the grain business.

On the way to transport grain twice, all the goods of the Chamber of Commerce were robbed. Zhu Wei chose to report to the official for the first time, as a big man with a name and surname in the capital, Zhu Wei will naturally be taken seriously.

Kaifeng Mansion also made all preparations and sent the most capable people to arrest the murderers.

However, the thief was found, but he couldn't catch anyone.

The reason is simple, because these are not mortals at all, but three Taoist priests who can spell.

The food of the Chamber of Commerce was snatched by the three of them with spells, and after they were robbed, they were directly given to the people impermanently. These three Taoist priests claimed to rob the rich and help the poor, and were loved by many ordinary people.

Seeing that the official sent someone to arrest them, the three of them were also not afraid, and after a few tricks, the officials sent by the government fell into the ghost and hit the wall, and they did not go out for a day and a night.

This means that mortals simply cannot resist.

Zhu Wei originally wanted to calm things down, and when he met this kind of monk with mana, he would give some gifts to others, hoping that the other party would raise his noble hand.

After all, doing business is to make money in harmony, and it is only two truckloads of grain, and he Zhu Wei can afford to lose.

However, the three Taoist priests didn't know which tendon was wrong, and in the face of Zhu Wei's overture, not only did they not mean to make peace, but arrogantly asked Zhu Wei to give all the property of the Chamber of Commerce.

The three Taoist priests said that Zhu Wei was rich and unkind, and only by donating all the property of the Chamber of Commerce to the people could he eliminate his sins. And only give Zhu Wei a month, if he doesn't agree, they will take it themselves.

Zhu Wei really had no choice but to send a letter to Qiandeng River and ask for help from Shenxiu.

Spells are not something that mortals can resist, and these three Taoist priests are obviously not swaggering liars, but people who really have mana.

After Shenxiu received the letter, he also frowned.

Although he is also a monk, his experience in fighting can be said to be very small

, easily dare not fight with others.

But these three Taoist priests deceived the door, if Shenxiu can't deal with it, I'm afraid that the Chamber of Commerce will really be destroyed, and once the Chamber of Commerce is lost, thousands of people on both sides of the Qiandeng River will lose their livelihoods.

And that's not all.

In addition to the three Taoist priests who came to make trouble, Shenxiu also received two prayer posts, both of which were sent by Buddhist disciples.

They heard about Shenxiu's former status as a disciple of Lingyin Temple, and they all said that they would come to the door to ask for advice. Between the words, it seems that they had suffered defeat in the Lingyin Temple's discourse, and now that the Lingyin Temple is destroyed, they can't find the object of revenge, so they find Shenxiu.

Shenxiu is no longer a competitive character, he originally thought of admitting defeat directly, for him, the victory or defeat of the Fa is not as good as the harvest of their meditation for a day. However, the other party is obviously here for fame, but he is not willing to let Shenxiu admit defeat, but to argue in front of everyone.

Shenxiu is now in trouble, and he doesn't know what to do.

"Master, when are you coming back?" Shenxiu couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, a raunchy female Taoist priest kicked open the door of Shenxiu's room and shouted loudly, "Don't wait for your master, he won't be able to come back in a year and a half. Let me handle this little thing for him!"

Shenxiu looked at it and said in surprise, "Master Xuanji, you have finally returned to yang!"

The little monk is dedicated to returning to the world.

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