Mr. Higashiri hadn't even started his lecture, but this worship had already shocked the world. The officials and messengers hiding in the crowd were all stunned by his shouting, and they still didn't wake up, while the others were full of interest and whispered endlessly.

After a big cry, Mr. Dong Li finally stopped his sorrow, slowly stood up, bowed to the people in the audience, first reported to his home, and the disciples behind him also came forward one by one. First, the old man wants to say that immortals are evil, hateful, hateful, and killable; second, ......" As he spoke, Mr. Dongli looked at the many monks present, and his voice was much lower: "Fellow immortal cultivators, you are about to face a catastrophe!"

After speaking, he looked up to the sky and snorted, as if fooling a child, and waved his hand at the monks: "Don't worry, I first told the fathers and elders of Tongchuan Mansion the first meaning, and then I will tell you what kind of catastrophe is pressing on the heads of you monks!"

Liang Xin and Qingmo glanced at each other, and then they knew that Dongli was arrogant, and this class was divided into two sessions by him, the first half of the class was for the common people, and the second half was for the monks!

After finishing speaking, Mr. Dong Li nodded to the group of disciples behind him and whispered, "Let's start." ”

The first disciple was very young, but only thirteen or fourteen years old, walked to the front of the stage and looked at the dense crowd below, looking at the helplessness, his body was trembling slightly under the nervousness, his lips trembled and he said something, and there was a splashy laugh in the audience and shouted: "What you said, I can't hear clearly, we can't read the lip language!"

Dong Liang stretched out his hand and pressed it firmly on the young disciple's shoulder, the child breathed rapidly, and finally mustered up his courage, and his voice was almost hoarse: "I am from Zhongzhou, my father and mother are farmers, although my life is hard, but it is also happy, I don't think that when I was ten years old, two groups of monks chased and beat me, razing my village to the ground, my father and mother pressed me with their bodies, I was able to survive, until now, I don't know who the enemy is." As the doll spoke, tears crackling down her eyes, and she was about to burst into tears.

Mr. Dong Li sneered indifferently at the audience: "In the eyes of the monks, mortals are ants, compare your heart to your heart, when you are chasing and escaping, there is an anthill under your feet, will you carefully avoid it?

At this time, the second disciple walked up tremblingly, an old man with a wrinkled face, who looked twenty years older than Mr. Dongli, while wheezing muddy, he said with difficulty: "I am from Pingyao Prefecture, I have been studying since I was a child but have not learned anything, I opened a private school when I was old, and taught the doll to read every day. Children in the market will inevitably learn some bad habits...... Three years ago, a fairy who was in a hurry passed by the private school, and his old man swept by in mid-air, rolling the wind and thunder was really majestic, and at this time there was a child who was ignorant, covered his ears and shouted: Monster bastard. The immortal chief suddenly stopped his supernatural powers, and sneered: "If you spit foul language at such a young age, it will be a scourge when you grow up! ”

The audience had gradually quieted down, but when they heard this, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

The old scholar laughed miserably: "I really don't understand, the old man himself said that this child is young, since he is young, he is inevitably ignorant, and he should be punished for swearing, but the old man thinks that it is enough to punish him for not being allowed to eat lunch and then beat him with twenty palms." Hehe, but the fairy chief doesn't think so. ”

As he spoke, the old man changed the conversation again: "The town where I live is really not very good, there are few scholars, there are many people who practice martial arts, it is a famous place for the people, a child died for no reason, and the adults are red-eyed...... These people are all old neighbors, some have invited me to drink, some have gambled with me, some have scolded me, and one has lent me three dollars that I haven't repaid, and in the blink of an eye, all of them are dead!"

Mr. Dongli commented coldly again: "Compare your heart to your heart, when you walk on the road, you suddenly see an ant shaking its head and tail at you, showing off its might, and naturally stepping on it to death." Dead, deserved!"

The third disciple is in his thirties, burly and dark-faced, and his speech is crunchy: "I am a native of Heilongzhou in Northeast China, and my ancestors have been digging wild ginseng in the deep mountains and old forests for generations......

This big man spat and flew, the more he talked, the more off-topic, from the value of ginseng to how to dig ginseng, until Dong Liang glared at him, he suddenly realized, his face turned angry: "Six of our brothers, together with my father, dug up this baby, laughing from ear to ear, when we went down the mountain, we were suddenly stopped and asked us to hand over the baby, I bah!" There is nothing to mess with in the ginseng guests in the old forest, not to mention that there are seven of us in total, he is only alone, and at the moment a few of us rushed up, but we didn't think about killing him, we just wanted to beat him out of anger, but I didn't expect him to be a monk. ”

As he spoke, the big man stretched out his hand and cracked open his clothes, and there was a hideous scar on the position of his heart: "Needless to say, the seven of us father and son only felt a flash of cold light in front of them, a cold chest in their chests, and they all lay down, the monk took out the ginseng from my father's arms, and swaggered away, they all died, and I didn't die because my heart grew on the right side, which left a life." Father...... Students, students can't figure it out, if he shows his identity as a monk, how dare we make a mistake, no matter how unwilling we are, we have to obediently hand over the ginseng to him. But would he rather stretch out his hand and kill us than bother to reveal his identity to us?"

Mr. Dongli commented here: "Compare your heart to your heart, if a few ants are rushing against a gold ingot, you still don't go up to take away the ingots, if the ants are not convinced, they still step on it, do you have to report your name and place of origin before stepping on it?"

4th student, 5th student, 6th student......

Mr. Dong Li Xuan Baojiong has not many disciples, all of them add up to more than 20 people, each of whom has a different background, and they come from all over the world, but they all have one thing in common: they once suffered from cultivators, and their relatives and friends were killed and wounded, and only he was lucky to survive.

When everyone tells their story, Mr. Higashi will start with 'Compare your heart to your heart' and end with 'You deserve to be dead!'.

There are no scholars in Tongchuan Mansion, but there is no shortage of heroes and scoundrels in the market, listening to these students report their own disasters one by one, everyone was moved, and then heard Mr. Dongli's comments that can only be described as 'harsh and ruthless', many people are angry.

These people didn't dare to scold the monk directly, but they didn't have to be polite to the old man Xuan Baojiong, and finally there was a person in the audience, when Mr. Dongli commented, he pointed at him and scolded: "Old horseman, why don't you die, you deserve to die!" Mr. Dongli laughed loudly, and as soon as his laughter came out, it suddenly rose, like a brilliant thunderstorm, mercilessly rammed into everyone's ear drums.

In the midst of laughter, Mr. Dongli said loudly: "Yes, I also deserve to die, because I am also a person who cultivates heaven and cultivates qi, as long as I walk in the world, but do not respect the laws of the world, self-respect, and do not put mortals in my eyes, I will all deserve to die!"

As he spoke, the old gentleman suddenly changed his expression, and when he looked up, the scholar's towel that tied his hair was shattered, and his long gray hair danced without wind, and the sound was terrifying, and he stretched out his hand and pointed angrily at the many monks in the audience, and said angrily: "I deserve to die, you can't live even more! Righteous and evil cultivators? Five Ways and Three Customs? A Line of Heaven? Ninety-nine into one? Haha, you self-righteous cultivators who have forgotten their roots and forgotten their roots, but you are born in the world but regard mortals as grasshoppers and ants, in fact, you are a piece of bullshit!"

Speaking of this, Dong Li suddenly put his hand into his arms, and after groping for a while, he actually took out a small ingot of silver, and threw it to Liang Xin in the audience, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, buy wine!"

smashed the god card and scolded the emperor, stunned the poor officials and reprimanded the monks...... Spend money to buy wine during the class, Mr. Dongli, Xuan Baojiong!

Five catties of a jar of spirits, the seal mud is broken and the aroma of wine overflows, Mr. Dongli leaned to the end of his nose and sniffed, and laughed: "Fifteen-year-old Bai Fen, good, not bad!" Then he raised his head slightly, like a long whale sucking water, drank half of the jar in one go, burped a big wine, and suddenly sang loudly:

"Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, wine and wealth can be thrown away, just because they are afraid of death and seek eternal life!"

"Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, seven emotions and six desires are cleaned up, parents, wives and children stinky skin!"

"Cultivate immortals, cultivate immortals, cultivate your own body and forget the world, and manage your country to break mountains and rivers!"

"Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, burning the sky and boiling the sea for Jindan, for the preaching of the iron heart, just for my own selfishness, I will go to ****** mortal world, one foot over, you can't escape, die, you deserve it!"

"Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, cultivating one, only I!

After singing the song, the crows were silent.