Back in Mo Mansion, Mo Lingfeng entered the second hall first to see Mo Qianlan.

The lights in the second hall were bright, the door was open, a large bucket of hot water was sent in, an aunt went in with a basin of snow-white towels, and Mo Lingfeng stood in the courtyard and didn't go inside.

The door of the house was closed, and she walked back and forth in the yard twice, her head dizzy, and she said in her heart: "Brother, Cheng San is a fool and a fool." ”

The grandmother urged her to drink the sobering soup, so she left the second hall and walked to the Changsui Residence.

The sound of Xun was mixed with the sound of the wind, like the dull and melodious sound of the flowing water under the frozen Shuo River.

There was no tune, just a calming sound, and the noise sank to the bottom of the river, leaving only the resonance of the riverbed and the thick ice.

Zell heard the sound too.

He was sitting in the house drinking, but when he heard the sound of Xun coming from afar, he curled up with a wooden staff in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and jumped out of the house, and then went under the cloister, and then stretched out his wooden staff across the road, and sat on the wooden bench himself, drinking while waiting for Mo Lingfeng to come.

Spirits can relieve pain, he walked too much today, his leg hurt from time to time, and Mo Lingfeng was not in the mansion, in this huge mansion, for some reason, there was an unbearable quiet.

"Goodong" two mouthfuls, he saw Mo Lingfeng blowing and walking.

Putting down the wine jug, he didn't put away the wooden stick, and the grandmother was about to step forward to drive away, but Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and asked the grandmother to take the maid back to the Changsui House first, put away the Xun, and walked to Zell to sit down.

Yin Nan burped, pulled out the sharp knife, and guarded Mo Lingfeng after five steps.

Zell picked up the wooden staff, leaned against his feet, and handed the wine jug to Mo Leaf: "Your wine is good. ”

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand, his eyes were blurred and hazy, with two lumps of carmine on his cheeks, and leaned sideways against the pillar: "Drink enough." ”

"I heard them say you're going to drink the wine," Zell withdrew his hand, "the Han people are particular about using the best wine, but unfortunately I didn't taste it." ”

Mo Lingfeng smiled: "Yes." ”

Zell brought the spout to his mouth, raised his head and drank the wine in the jug, threw the jug into the grass with his hand, raised his hand and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "What are you blowing?" ”

"Xun."

"Like the sound of the wind," Zell said as he looked into the night, "the wind blew through the bonfires, the wind through the vault, from the earth to the heavens, and approached God." ”

"Your god is Shiraishi?"

"Shiraishi is the embodiment of a god," Zell said reverently, "a god of all but the god of fire." ”

He turned his head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "The first time I saw you, I actually liked you very much, so I gave you a white stone, do you keep it?" ”

Mo Lingfeng said honestly: "Throw it away." ”

Zell immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, put his hands together, brought them close to his mouth, and said a long series in the Qiang language, as if begging for God's forgiveness.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Lingfeng: "If you throw away the white stone, you are discarding God, and God will not protect you because of this, your brother."

He realized that the words were wrong and quickly stopped talking, but Mo Lingfeng's gaze still turned cold for a moment.

An elm leaf floated under the porch, making an empty sound.

She said coldly: "You always carry the white stone, why hasn't God protected you?" ”

"God has sheltered," Zell whispered, "I am alive, and I can drink wine and eat meat, and I am God's protection." ”

"No," Mo Lingfeng let out a sneer, "you survived because I spared your life, so your god is me." ”

Zell was stunned for a moment, and stood up in shock: "How can you compare yourself to a god!" ”

A sudden surge of anger swelled up in his heart: "This is a great disrespect to the gods! ”

"What about great disrespect, will it really punish me?" Mo Lingfeng didn't care, his eyes closed slightly, "Your god is the same as the clay puppets in the temple, they are all man-made. ”

The wine surged in her heart, her indifference and contempt for everything in this world, and with the wine flowing out little by little, between the words, there was no concealment.

And this understatement of contempt is enough to defeat Zel, who worships all things as gods.

This is a revenge that is more ruthless than a sword.

"If Shakyamuni is truly the body of a god and Buddha, then the bhikshus will not hesitate because of his perdition, and Shakyamuni will not have to spread the supreme Dharma to the kāṇa, so that the kāṇṣṇa will be the great reliance of the bhikshus.

You see, the bhikshu also knows that the death of a Buddha means death, and there is no trace of it, and the so-called Buddhahood is nothing but a lie.

Your ancestors were even more stingy, and when they made the gods, they used only a white stone to deceive you. ”

She lowered her head, bent her back down one by one, picked up the dead leaves on the ground, put them in her hands, and looked up at Zell and smiled, her eyes shining in the light of the fire, and the gold collar between her neck also added luster, as if it was the magic weapon she held.

Zell looked at her smile, stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, angry, a long list of Qiang words came out of his mouth, and soon remembered that Mo Lingfeng didn't understand, and hurriedly changed his Chinese.

"Nonsense, of course your gods are fake, but our gods will never be false, our gods are born of the wind, trees grow, and the earth is born!"

Mo Lingfeng got up, approached Zel, came face to face with him, and beckoned to him: "Squat." ”

Zell didn't know why, but he still held on to the pillars and squatted down.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his index finger, pointed at Zell's forehead, and pushed it forward, Zell was squatting on one leg, and he was caught off guard by her finger, and immediately fell backwards, turned over the corridor, and fell into a mess.

Immediately from the broken leg came the heartache.

He struggled to get up and sat on the bluestone slab: "You can't argue with me, you have to do it?" ”

Mo Lingfeng stepped on the bench, jumped off the porch, squatted in front of him, shook his head and said, "No! This finger is just to tell you that I can overthrow you or kill you, and that your life and death are not the ethereal gods you believe in, but me. ”

She laughed and said, "I am your god." ”

Zell immediately said, "You're not a god, you're a demon!" ”

Mo Lingfeng sighed: "Don't tease you, I'll find a white stone for you again." ”

Zell didn't know why she changed her face so quickly, frowning, smelling the wine on her body, guessing that she was drunk.

He suppressed his anger: "You don't have to look for it, you don't believe in God, and the white stone you find will not be spiritual." ”

Mo Lingfeng said in a low voice: "Then I will believe in your gods, and ask your gods to protect me from all battles and protect my brother from living forever, okay?" ”

"Really?" A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Zell's mouth.

"Of course it's fake," Mo Lingfeng's gaze and voice were all oppressive and bewitching, she reached out and grabbed the placket of his clothes, forcing his upper body to move closer to her, "You see, I am not only in charge of your life and death, but also can manipulate your joys, sorrows, and sorrows. ”

Her gaze became cold: "I am your god, you believer, you should have great respect for God, God doesn't want to hear a word about your brother from your mouth, otherwise-"

She loosened the placket of his robe, smoothed out the folds, and said lightly, "God will make you lose your tongue and never open your mouth." ”