Beiming took Jingzhi to Chongquan.

The Shuiyue Building was still full of friends, people, demons, ghosts, and demons were sitting together, and they were surging with wine, and they were sambling.

Beiming bought two pots of wine and handed one pot to Jingzhi, Jingzhi, who has always been self-disciplined, did not refuse.

He took the wine and took a sip, but for those who haven't drunk, the first sip is always fatal.

Jingzhi covered his mouth in pain and coughed non-stop, and Beiming laughed happily when he saw that he was so useless.

"So this is where you let Poor Dao come?"

Beiming smiled and asked, "Isn't it good?"

Jing Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the people in the Water Moon Building who were soaked in wine, demons, ghosts, demons, and then shook his head: "The plaything is demoralized."

「……」

Jing Zhi put the wine jug on the long steps outside the Shuiyue Building, and said goodbye to Bei Ming: "Bei Ming, if you just want to ask Poor Dao to accompany you to drink, please forgive Poor Dao for not being able to accompany you."

"Do you think they're happy?"

"What?"

Bei Ming's gaze also fell on the Shuiyue Tower: "There are many good places to go in the Qiye Continent, such as the Shixian Street in Zengcheng, the Linlang Waterside in Nine Doubts, the Qiancao Mountain in Jiangling, the Changhe Valley in Yumen, the Fish Play White Lotus in Jimo, and of course, the Hundred Birds and the Phoenixes in your Xuan Site. But among these good places, my favorite place is the Shuiyue Tower of Chongquan."

As he spoke, Bei Ming paused and looked sideways at Jingzhi who was cold: "Don't you ask me why?"

Jing Zhi didn't answer, obviously not caring.

"For it is only here that people, demons, demons, and demons forget where they came from, and indulge in wine and delicacies, and rejoice with fellow and non-kindred people."

Jing Zhi, who was a little impatient, suddenly turned his eyes to the depths, he turned his head sideways, and his gaze fell on the people in the building, demons, demons, and ghosts.

"You saw the slaughter of demons in Zengcheng, you saw the hatred of people against demons in Jinling, and then you saw the harmony between people and demons here."

Bei Ming turned around and looked at Jing Zhi, whose eyes had lost their clarity again: "Jing Zhi, everything in the world has always been very complicated, hostility and harmony, love and hatred can often coexist."

Jing Zhi was silent for a moment and asked, "So even if the demon clan kills more people, people should forgive them without a bottom line?"

"......" Beauty is beautiful, but the brain is too axis!

Le Zhengjia shouldn't have said that he and Jingzhi didn't understand, so he was so angry that he kicked people out of the training ground?..

For the first time, Beiming regretted it, regretting what he had done? Now it's okay, inexplicably put a flute on the stall, so angry that she scolded and was reluctant to scold, and she may not be able to beat it.

Aggrieved!

Bei Ming stomped his feet twice, stretched out his hand and pulled the person forward.

"Beiming, you let go!"

"Le Zhengxichen, you should shut up, otherwise, do you believe that I will fix you for a hundred days?!"

「……」

The two of them twisted and twisted for a while, and went around to the shore of the heavy spring.

There is a thatched hut on the shore, and a big demon wearing a robe with three colorful feathers hanging from his forehead sits cross-legged cross-legged on a conjured green lotus with a kind and quiet expression.

In front of him, there was a long line, and most of the people in the team were people.

An old woman at the front of the line, holding a female doll with pigtails in one hand, performed a Buddhist salute with the other: "Sanskrit Bodhisattva, how much is my family worth?"

Fanyin raised his eyelids slightly, then turned out a silver ingot in his palm, and he handed it to the old woman, who immediately let go of the female doll and took it with joy.

The old woman with the silver in her hand turned around quickly, and the girl doll who was left behind shouted uneasily, "A-Niang-"

But the old woman did not look back, and ran faster.

The female doll raised her feet and wanted to catch up with the old woman, but the female doll's legs were short, and after a moment of effort, the old woman had already run far away, and the female doll couldn't catch up at all.

The doll cried out in fear, "Ah

Mother, mother-"

At this moment, under the heavy spring, a huge snake arched out of the water, and it opened its bloody mouth, wanting to swallow the female doll who had fallen alone. However, before his mouth opened, a wave of spiritual power from Jing Zhi shattered three or five teeth.

This commotion was so anxious that Fanyin jumped off Qinglian, and he didn't embarrass Jingzhi, but only shouted to the old woman who ran away with the silver: "Your doll is not dead, you have to leave the money."

When the old woman heard this, she grabbed the silver and said, "The Great Bodhisattva of Sanskrit, I have already sold the girl to you, she is not dead, and it is not that I refuse to let her die."

As she spoke, the old woman glared at Jing Zhi hatefully, "How much do you meddle?"

Jingzhi was dumbfounded, he took the trembling and tearful female doll and asked, "She is your child, how can you watch her feed the demon beast?"

"Why not?" The old woman asked, "She's the meat that fell off my body, I can sell it if I want, is it your turn?"

「……」

The old woman clutched the silver in her cuffs and said to Sanskrit, "Sanskrit is a living Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva and I are two pieces of silver, and the Bodhisattva is ...... I don't want it."

Then the old woman stopped talking, turned and ran into the night.

Sanskrit Yin carried the Buddha beads and slowly walked in front of Jing Zhi: "Amitabha, the path is long and polite."

"Hmph."

In the face of Jing Zhi's rudeness, Sanskrit Yin maintained an appropriate smile, he stretched out a hand, and said to Jing Zhi: "If the little Taoist has a fancy to the female doll, even if he takes it back, only the poor monk will pay a piece of silver, and ask the little Taoist chief to pay the poor monk a silver ingot."

Then, Sanskrit Yin half-sideways, pointed to the procession on the bank of the river, which was as long as a swimming dragon, and said lightly: "If the Taoist chief is merciful and compassionate, he can also pay another 1,000 taels to save everyone here."

Jing Zhi coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, really took out a thousand taels of silver tickets from his sleeve, and threw them to Fanyin: "Take it!"

The corners of Fanyin's mouth were almost the highest, and he unceremoniously put the silver ticket into his arms: "The little Taoist is not only a living bodhisattva, but also a god of wealth, and the poor monk likes to be tight."

Jingzhi didn't answer, and took the female doll to leave.

"Oh, yes." Sanskrit raised his eyebrows and folded his hands, and his appearance was the same as that of the gods and Buddhas enshrined in temples in the world, "Those who sell their sons and daughters to the heavy spring are not 1,000 every day, but 900. If the path leader is really a living bodhisattva, it is better to build a house next to the heavy spring, so that all sentient beings can be blessed every day and help the suffering."

Jingzhi's steps to walk paused: "You-"

"Poor monk?" "In view of the good people of the small path, the poor monk will say a few more words. Since they have chosen to sell their children, they have made up their minds to give up their children. Today, the trail is generous and has saved more than a thousand people, but I don't know, how does the trail chief plan to place them?"

Jing Zhi frowned, he didn't understand why Sanskrit Yin asked like this, and Sanskrit Yin could also see that Jing Zhi didn't understand.

So he turned around gracefully, dressed in a purple-gold robe, and drew a beautiful arc in the night, only to see him shouting to the line of people who were lining up to sell their sons and daughters, "Everyone, you are blessed to meet a great good man, and he is willing to give you a piece of silver for nothing, and when you have received the money, take your children home."

The crowd cheered.

However, after the cheers, one of them jumped out and asked, "Sanskrit Living Bodhisattva, child—I don't want it, do you think I can take two ingots of silver?"

Sanskrit didn't answer, and looked at the scenery with half-slanted eyes.

In the midst of this silence, another man stood up and responded: "Yes, I don't want children either, I just want money!"

"Yes, yes, I don't want children! I want money!"

Soon, almost everyone said that they didn't want children, but money.

Facing the crazy mortal, Jingzhi held the female doll's hand and couldn't help but let go.

Sanskrit once again folded his hands and learned from the world's high monk to recite a Buddhist saying: "The little Taoist chief, although the poor monk is a demon, he is dedicated to the Buddha, and the small Taoist chief should not misunderstand the poor monk."

"Great demon, can you say such nonsense?" Jing Zhi finally became angry, "If the Buddha knows that you sacrifice the internal organs of the demon beast with human life, I am afraid that he will turn into an angry King Kong and behead you."

"Tsk." Sanyin couldn't help but be "frightened" by Jingzhi's anger, and took two steps back, "Xiaodao is not very old, but his temper is not small."

Jing Zhi drew his sword: "You're right, Poor Dao can even kill demons in anger."

Sanskrit Yin seemed to be even more frightened, and rolled up his sleeves and made a nervous gesture: "Xiaodao Chief, you want to kill the poor monk, the poor monk feels it, but the Buddha wants to kill the poor monk, but the poor monk doesn't feel it."

As he spoke, Fanyin lowered his sleeves, where was the slightest fear in his eyes?

"Little Taoist, the poor monk still says the same thing, if you really want to be the living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, build a residence in Chongquan, and distribute wealth here day and night."

"Nope." Jing Zhi shook his head and slashed, "Poor Dao can still kill you!"

Sanskrit Yin, who was pointed at by the sword, laughed, he opened his arms and faced Jing Zhi with his chest: "The little Taoist is so courageous, or the little Taoist can kill the poor monk and try it, and see if the transaction by the Chongquan will continue after the poor monk dies?"

Jing Zhi wields his sword.

Bei Ming hurriedly jumped out and stopped between one person and one demon: "Everyone is a friend, why bother with sabre-rattling as soon as we meet?"

"Who is his friend?" Sanskrit and Jing Zhi shouted at the same time.

Bei Mingtou turned to the left: "Sanmao'er, you are my friend, Jingzhi is also my friend, a friend's friend, of course, a friend."

"......" Sanskrit Yin was speechless for a while, "The female benefactor, the poor monk also said, why is there a stunned young man here today, and you brought the co-author!"

Beiming smiled dryly and hurriedly apologized: "He hasn't seen the world, I'll bring him to open his eyes."

"If it weren't for the face of the female benefactor, the poor monk wouldn't be polite to him." Fanyin sneered, and his eyes turned white, "I don't know what he thinks? Even the gods and Buddhas dare not say that they have become the saviors of the world, so dare to try it with him?"

With that, Sanskrit strode forward, sat back on the Qinglian Terrace, and continued his trade of buying and selling children: "One thousand taels, poor monks are not greedy, but they are still distributed to others. When a person takes the money and wants to leave, the poor monk will not stop him, but if he refuses to leave, he has to sell his children, and the poor monk will not refuse."

Hearing this, Jing Zhi was so angry that he picked up the long sword, and he was about to kill it again, Bei Ming was helpless, and he popped out a fixing spell, and then dragged him into the Water Moon Tower.