No wonder Zhuo Bufan wants to talk about family self-discipline, and then think of what the old man said before, the family of the five generations has begun to gradually withdraw from some economic fields, all of which shows that the five generations are erecting a benchmark, as he himself said, what he can't do, don't ask others to do it!

Good you're extraordinary, worthy of being called a demon who can see through people's hearts!

The rule of Wenjing, the problems encountered by Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing, in today's view, there are still many similarities, the extravagance of Emperor Wen, as well as the struggle between the central and local power of Emperor Wenjing and the Xiongnu problem faced by external conditions.

However, in the same way, there are many differences, so it is necessary to solve it in the same way, but also to treat it differently, and it cannot be solved by simply copying history.

Thinking of the role that this bun can also play in the field of morality and consciousness, Huang Zhengdong couldn't help but gasp, this trick is really powerful!

What a lot!

No wonder it is now said that the fifth generation is the most powerful one since Taizu and the second generation.

Thinking of this, Huang Zhengdong couldn't help laughing, thinking that he was really simple at the beginning, thinking that the abolition of the re-education through labor system in the five generations was because his old man had suffered from that system, but he didn't expect that the idea of the five generations was actually the same as Emperor Wen, to abolish corporal punishment and start judicial reform, and then pave the way for comprehensive reform.

This is the historical positioning he has set for himself!

And he thought it was to remember his ancestors, and he was suspected of using public weapons for private purposes.

Sure enough, it's the realm that determines the vision.

Of course, whether things are as the five generations wish still needs to be tested by practice.

......

Winter is coming, in the afternoon, in a certain neighborhood.

Directly in the middle of the complex is a pool where the winter sun shines. Let the pool glow with a cold light, and occasionally a golden carp or two will swim in the water with waves.

A middle-aged man in green clothes stood on the balcony, looking lonely into the distance, holding a bright mirror in his hand, and suddenly the mirror flashed, and a figure appeared on it.

"Boss!" Tsing Yi said respectfully, bowing his head.

"Huh, progress again?" came the startled voice of a young man with an inch head from the other side of the mirror, and Tsing Yi was finally able to see his head, although he couldn't see it clearly. But it's already pretty good.

"Yes, boss. Tsing Yi didn't dare to say much, he originally wanted to shoot the sycophant, I don't know why, when I was able to see the boss's young head. But he couldn't say a word.

"Very well!" the young man seemed pleased, and then asked, "How is it going?"

"People from the sea have already begun to put pressure on the Tianleiyin Temple. Believe soon. Fan Yun, that little bald donkey, will ask Zhuo Bufan for help. Tsing Yi replied.

"It's a good job, Youlongmen is a good shield, they don't like monks the most, just right, I don't like it either. "The owner seemed happy with everything he did, actually. He hated the temple in heaven.

"It's all the credit of the blood envoy, if he hadn't made a move to drag down Tianqing Sect and Shushan, Fan Yun might not have asked Zhuo Bufan for help. Tsing Yi was rarely humble.

"Hehe......" The boss didn't speak, what are Tianqing Sect and Shushan. As long as Yan Chizun and the Demon King Fish Hate Water are casually swung in front of them, they will have to think about it for a long time, and when they figure it out, the matter is over, otherwise how can he attack the demon corpse?

The young man with the inch head smiled, touched his head, and what gave him the most headache was the fox and the old thing hiding on the fifth child, that little fox was really a bastard, and he actually took advantage of his sneak attack when he was fighting with the demon corpse!

Alas, the fox alone was able to see through his deployment.

Damn! Although you have pinched and exploded one of my mirror flower water moon clones, but I also cut off one of your tails! Even if your tail cultivation comes back in the future, I am afraid that the strength may not be easy to reach the original peak, and my mirror flower water moon clone retraining is a matter of minutes, and the power is even better than before, and it is you who suffers! The young man said secretly.

The most important thing now is how to pinch the old guy in the body of the fifth child, otherwise the speed of the fifth person's cultivation is too fast, and it is easy to have an accident!

But that old fellow, it's hard to pinch it!" the inch-headed young man thought again, frowning.

"Either way, pinch that old fellow!" the young man made up his mind, and with a flash of the mirror, his figure disappeared into the mirror.

And Tsing Yi, after the mirror regained its calm, reached out and gently touched the sweat on his head, and then spread his hand to see that in the sun, the sweat glittered like a pearl.

......

Also on the balcony, winter is coming, looking at the lawn in the distance, there are many children playing, Zhuo Bufan looks at the scene like an oil painting, his mood is gradually warming, although the winter sun is not big, but thinking that the New Year is approaching, his parents in Europe will come back soon, his mood is quite good.

However, at this moment, he saw the nine-tails wagging his tail and jumping onto the skylight, and muttered while muttering: "Damn, Lao Tzu hates baldness the most, why is there a little old bald head, he sings to the West when he has nothing to do, and when he sings, it is still ugly to death, I really don't know why so many people are willing to listen!"

As soon as the words fell, the Nine-Tails jumped off the skylight.

"You, don't be high-" Before Zhuo Bufan's words could be finished, the Nine-Tails had already jumped down from a high altitude.

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan was angry, and the words "falling object from a high altitude" had to be swallowed back into his throat.

"What's going on!" Zhuo Bufan scolded.

"Hehe, you're in trouble, Fanyun's little monk came to the door. Xu Lao said with a smile, there are two kinds of people that the Nine-Tails hate the most in this life, one is a Taoist priest, and the other is a monk, both of whom are experts in hunting demons, and they have suffered a lot when they were young.

"Damn! Dare to love what it just said to sing to the West, it's about chanting scriptures!" Zhuo Bufan suddenly realized, but then he turned his mind and said bitterly: "You say, the old monk Fanyun has come to the door, what does he want to do?"

For monks, Zhuo Bufan is also not cold.

"What do you want to do? It's not that I think about your hair, I want to shave them and accept you as a mantle disciple!" Xu Lao sneered, a long time ago, he saw Fan Yun's plan, the little monk is nerves!

"Yes! It's nerves!" Nerve Huang happily echoed, there is another Taoist friend in this world.

"Otherwise, let's go quietly like the Nine-Tails!" Mo Xiaoye gave Zhuo Bufan an idea.

Zhuo Bufan thought for a while, and was about to nod, when he heard a bell from outside, and at the same time, the annoying voice of the old monk Fanyun also sounded at the same time: "Little donor, is Zhuo Xiaodonor there?" I know you're here, and the location of your mobile phone shows that you're at home!"

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but roll his eyes, almost fainted, and was about to roll down the fence on the balcony, but he could only take it back stupidly.

Dead monks are really annoying! What is wrong with learning, learning from others to engage in high technology! You are not doing your job like this, does your master know? No wonder your cultivation in this life is only in the late stage of foundation building! Time has been wasted by you! Zhuo Bufan scolded in his heart, but he still walked to the door of the hall and opened the door for the old bald donkey of Fanyun.

The old monk Fanyun has said that to this point, there must be something to find him.

When he opened the door, he saw the bitter face of Fanyun's old bald donkey exposed behind the door, and Zhuo Bufan was suddenly startled.

"Master, what's wrong, what's going on?" Zhuo Bufan felt that the Great Wall had been lost, and that the big night skyscraper had launched an attack again.

But hadn't you already received news that the big night skyscraper had suffered heavy losses in the Great Wall and had died down?

Besides, a small organization like the Big Night Sky Scraper should not be placed in the eyes of the Xuanmen cultivators, if the strength of the Xiuzhen family in Beijing City is not enough, wouldn't it ask the Xuanmen for help?

Unlike what Xu Lao guessed, Fan Yun did not come this time because he was worried about Zhuo Bufan's hair, but because he asked Zhuo Bufan for help.

However, Zhuo Bufan didn't guess correctly, Master Fanyun didn't come to him for help because the Great Wall was lost, but because someone wanted to kick the field of Tianleiyin Temple, so he came to Zhuo Bufan for help.

"You mean, your Tianleiyin Temple has opened a branch temple in Beijing, and now someone is going to come to play the field?" Zhuo Bufan poured Fan Yun a glass of water, and asked while drinking a cup of yogurt.

"Hehe, little donor, it's not that someone wants to come to the field, but someone wants to come to the temple to communicate, our new temple opens, of course, we have to open the door of convenience, it's not easy to refuse. Fan Yun still had a smile on his face, and after seeing Zhuo Bufan, he began to smile, as if Zhuo Bufan was his savior.

However, in Zhuo Bufan's opinion, this smile looks like a treacherous smile.

"I don't know how to communicate, what are you letting me do!" Zhuo Bufan simply refused.

"Isn't this the opening of the temple? Zhuo Xiao donor and my Buddha have a fate, of course I have to invite, but when the temple was opened that day, there was a friend from Taiwan, who was very difficult to deal with, so I asked Zhuo Xiao donor to help deal with it. "The old monk Fanyun's face is as thick as a car tire, and it can't be punctured at all.

"I refuse!" Zhuo Bufan said, joke, what does it have to do with my Buddha? I also plan to marry a few wives!

"Ho ho ho, Ah Fan, you finally showed your fox tail, how many wives do you want to marry? besides Liu Dan and Su Xuehua, who else is recruited from the truth!" Mo Xiaoye said with a strange smile.

Who else?......

Sweat!

Zhuo Bufan can't understand Mo Xiaoye's leaping thinking, I'm just a metaphor, okay!

"You can't say no. The old monk Fanyun smiled solemnly, as if he had eaten a chicken.

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan felt strange, there are people who eat overlord meals, is there still overlord guards?

"Because, this is the task of the central government. After saying that, Fan Yun took out something from his monk's robe. (To be continued......)