When the goal is achieved, Cui Xiuran doesn't care about the answer of the cool shopkeeper.

"Hahaha......"

He patted Liang Maoshi on the shoulder, raised the corners of his lips with his wine glass, narrowed his eyes into a line, and walked away with an evil smile. In the afterglow, I caught a glimpse of the cool shopkeeper's iron green face, several traces of sweat were particularly dazzling under the light, and his broad lips trembled, not knowing whether his heart was cold or hot.

Fireworks in the city light up the sky, colorful and full of red flowers.

For example, Fengming City, which was about to set off a bloody storm, was dazzling in bloom, imprinting Cui Xiuran's slender figure on the floor, and walking along the winding staircase to the study.

"What do you want to do, you devil?" Han Tianhou followed the prince silently.

"Kill!"

The prince munched on the roast chicken legs, strutted with his head held high, and said his purpose presumptuously, "I want to kill!"

"Adversary, you're going to kill someone! I'm going to kill you!"

No one took the words of the two fat men seriously, the singing and dancing were leveled, the fireworks were bursting, and the city lord's mansion stayed awake all night, and the carnival continued.

"Who are you going to kill?"

Along the smooth bluestone road, Wang Zimo led the follower to the shore of Xianting Lake. Han Tianhong saw Wang Zimo tinkering with something from the storage bag, and then a bunch of red, green, and purple bottles and cans were taken out by him, mixed in the water, and finally nodded with satisfaction, put away the rest of the bottles, and left only one in the palm of his hand.

"I'm going to kill everyone!" the prince leaned into Han Tianhong's ear and squinted at the lively event.

From these people, Wang Zimo felt a strong murderous intent.

Although they didn't know that the big fat man was Wang Zimo, Wang Zimo could deeply feel the existence of killing intent. This killing machine converged into a single force, directly against the prince's silent eyebrows, and he almost couldn't bear the softness on the ground just now.

"I can't help it!"

Han Tianhong opened his arms to stop Wang Zimo: "Amitabha, they have no grievances with you, how can you do it?"

"But they're going to kill me!"

Facing Han Tianhong, who was eloquent, Wang Zimo's lips trembled with excitement, as if what he did was wrong, "In your eyes, they are human beings, and I am not human beings, why can they want to kill me, but I can't want to kill them?"

"Amitabha!"

After all, Han Tianhong is still a shallow Buddha, and he can't answer Wang Zimo's question, "You are already infected with evil obstacles, I can't continue to do evil with you!"

"Am I evil?"

The prince trembled silently, gritted his teeth, pinched Han Tianhong's neck, and suddenly found that his movements were much more flexible than when he first came down the mountain. looked at Han Tianhong again, and after making sure that his body was slowly getting thinner, his heart became more anxious. I secretly told myself in my heart that I had to hurry up, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

"Okay, then tell me, what evil have I done along the way?"

"Amitabha! Ahem!" Han Tianhong coughed a few times: "Killing people is doing evil, having the intention of killing does not mean taking action, but you are going to kill people!"

"It means that someone put a knife on my neck and shouted, 'I'm going to kill you!' That's when I can resist, right?"

"Amitabha!"

"Really?" the prince roared in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Buddha, Buddha, Buddha!

Is this a Buddha?

The prince smiled bitterly, and in the face of the ignorant Han Tianhong, he actually felt a sense of relief.

Looking up at the sky, a Kong Ming lantern meets the stars. It was the people of Li who prayed for the blessing of the city lord when they were children, and they spontaneously loved the city lord from the bottom of their hearts.

However, this Cui Xiuran, who everyone admires, wants to kill himself.

Is it because he is respected, right? And if you are obscure, everything is wrong?

There are also those rich sons in the VIP room, all of them are sanctimonious, but they don't know how many bad things they have done behind their backs!

Could it be that in this Jiuli, the real right and wrong are determined by the number of people?

"Look at those young masters in the capital, which one of them is not covered by black clouds overhead. Can't you see clearly how they kill people? Aren't they demons? Cultivating Buddhas, cultivating Buddhas, cultivating Buddhas, what kind of Buddha do you cultivate?"

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha is idealistic, Han Tianhong's face was purple and red when he was silently pinched by the prince, his eyes were red, and he still insisted on chanting the Buddha's name, with firmness and determination in his eyes!

"How do you know that they killed someone? Just based on one side, you don't dare to speculate wildly, how can you say that people are demons?"

"What about me, in your eyes, is there only a sky above your head?"

"You killed someone!"

For a moment, the prince was speechless and choked.

yes, he's murdered. He not only killed people, but also killed the younger brother and cousin of the little Buddha in front of him.

"Okay, then I'll let you see with your own eyes and see how many people they killed!"

After speaking, Wang Zimo snatched the King Kong Demon Descending Pestle behind Han Tianhong, raised it above his head, and said something in his mouth. Han Tianhong listened carefully, and it turned out to be the "Dizang Bodhisattva Wish Sutra".

"How do you know how to save people in Buddhism?"

The prince was silent, like a bodhisattva in the body. On the fat face, the lips slowly retracted, and with the chanting of the scriptures, the body was much thinner. He knew in his heart that those fat monks really only ate fast and did not recite Buddha.

The Buddha can consume aura, but now Wang Zimo doesn't want to change back.

But I saw those rich sons, the black clouds above their heads slowly dissolved, turning into ghosts vying to eat away at their good karma, aggravating the influence of the declining gods little by little. When Tai Sui is on duty, and the god of Ke is built, he will definitely touch the god of mold, go unlucky, and in serious cases, he will hurt his life.

After the mantra was recited, Wang Zimo lost weight again. He said leisurely, "Didn't you say that my understanding is higher than yours?"

"Do you understand?" Wang Zimo stretched out his hand and pointed to the VIP seat.

Han Tianhong's heart changed suddenly, he never expected that Wang Zimo's evil spirit was comparable to that of a demon, and he would be able to recite the "Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra". After holding it for a long time, he simply said: "Anyway, you can't kill people!"

"Hmph, hmph!"

Wang Zimo was actually laughed at by Han Tianhong.

"I think you are from Sanhezhuang, I am not your enemy! Let's go, don't follow me again!"

After speaking, he let go of his hand and handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Han Tianhong, "This is a healing medicine, and it has a miraculous effect on treating your chest disease!"

"Amitabha!

Han Tianhong's face was cloudy, and his eyes were slightly rosy. After receiving the porcelain bottle, whether it is true or not, whether it is a poison or an antidote, anyway, it is better in your own hands than in Wang Zimo's hands.

"Little Buddha also thinks of you as a colleague, so he can't bear to see you become a demon. ”

"Stubborn!"

"You're stubborn!"

The study is in the southwest corner of the City Lord's Mansion. Hidden in the secluded phoenix tail bamboo bushes, it looks extraordinarily quiet.

Cui Xiuran flipped through the historical records of the classics, and the huge desk was full of books thick with blue bricks, all of which he threw in the corner and judged useless.

The two fat men at the banquet seemed to have seen them somewhere in a book, and they caused a strong reaction. "Where the hell is this?"

Shengxiao singing and dancing is drunk, and Luo Yi is full of satin wine.

But make a thousand cups of free drinking, and live up to the present and the present.

The VIP seat on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion. There was a boy in a white dress with dragon pattern brocade, lying on the table drunk. Through the wine, the boy pointed to a group of dancing girls and let them recite poems.

"The book says that Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps in ancient times!"

The boy burped and raised his head with red eyes. "Hiccup, this man, you don't push him, Hiccup! I don't know how capable I am!"

After speaking, he pointed to the group of dancing girls and said: "This prince ordered you to write a poem in half a pillar of incense, and whoever wins the jackpot will go to warm the quilt to this king tonight." If this can't be done, what's the end?"

He looked back at the group of boys, but saw blank faces, their eyes wide open, and they didn't know how to answer with their mouths open.

"This, King Wenchang, where can we compare to you in terms of literary talent!" I just know, at this time, I have to give King Wenchang face, who made him so careful!

"A group of wastes who only know how to have fun, and my father will rule the world with you?"

No one dares to speak!

But I saw a woman walk out of the dance floor, bowed generously, and said: "Boiled beans are held as soup, and the soybeans are used as juice; the beans are burning under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle; they are born from the same root, so why be too anxious to fry each other!"

"Good!"

King Wenchang clapped his hands and applauded, "I didn't expect that in the poor countryside of Fengming City, there are also talented women who know books." ”

"Back to the prince's words, Emperor Wen tried to order King Dong'a to compose poems in seven steps, and those who failed to do it did Dafa. The woman lowered her head, "However, King Dong'e became a poem in seven steps, but Emperor Wen only sat for seven years, and collapsed at the south gate of Xuchang City for no reason. If I compose a poem in a quarter of an hour, won't I touch the king's mold, and the little girl can't afford it!"

At this time, Wang Zimo took Han Tianhong to the third floor.

After seeing the woman talking to King Wenchang, he immediately took a deep breath and muttered to himself in his heart: "What is my aunt going to do? Could it be that she wants to rebel? This goblin is getting younger and younger!"