Back at Mo Mansion, Mo Lingfeng went into the second hall first to see Mo Qianlan.
The lights were brightly lit in the second hall, the door was open, and a large bucket of hot water was sent inside. An aunt came in carrying a basin of snow-white kerchiefs. Mo Lingfeng stood in the courtyard and did not go in.
The door of the house was closed, and she walked back and forth in the yard twice, her head feeling dizzy, and she thought to herself: "Brother, Cheng San, stupid people are blessed with stupid things."
The nanny urged her to drink the hangover soup, so she left the second hall and walked to the Changsui Residence. As she walked, she took out the xun and started blowing it.
The sound of the xun was mixed with the sound of the wind, like the dull and melodious sound of the water flowing under the frozen Shuo River.
There is no melody, but it is soothing to listen to. The hustle and bustle sinks to the bottom of the river, leaving only the resonance of the river bed and the thick ice.
Zell also heard the sound.
He was sitting in the house drinking, when he heard the sound of the xun coming from afar, he held a wooden stick in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, curled up his injured leg, jumped outside the house, and then went to the corridor, and then stretched out the wooden stick across the Across the road, he sat on a wooden bench, drinking and waiting for Mo Lingfeng to come.
Strong alcohol can relieve pain. He walked too much today and his injured leg hurt from time to time. Moreover, Mo Lingfeng was not in the mansion. For some reason, there was an unbearable silence in this huge mansion.
After saying "Gudong", he saw Mo Lingfeng walking away while blowing.
He put down the wine bottle but did not put away the wooden stick. Auntie was about to step forward to drive her away. Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and asked Aunty to take the maid back to Changsui Residence first. He put away the xun and walked to sit down next to Zell. .
Yin Nan burped, took out the sharp knife, and stood guard after Mo Lingfeng took five steps.
Zell picked up the wooden stick, leaned at his feet, and handed the wine bottle to Mo Lingfeng: "Your wine is good."
Mo Lingfeng waved his hands, his eyes were blurry and hazy, with two clusters of rouge on his cheeks, and he leaned sideways against the pillar: "Drink enough."
"I heard they said you went to have a wedding banquet," Zell retracted his hand, "Han people are very particular about using the best wine. It's a pity that 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 hay, raised his hand and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "What are you blowing?"
"Xun."
"Like the sound of the wind," Zell looked at the night, "the wind blows through the bonfire, the wind blows through the dome, blowing from the earth to the sky, approaching God."
"Your god is Shiraishi?"
"Shiraishi is the incarnation of God," Zell said piously, "all gods except the God of Fire."
He turned to look at Mo Lingfeng: "The first time I met you, I actually liked you very much, so I gave you a white stone as a gift. Do you want to keep it?"
Mo Lingfeng said truthfully: "Throw it away."
Zell immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, clasped his hands, brought them close to his mouth, and babbled a long string of words in Qiang language, as if he was begging God for forgiveness.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Lingfeng: "When you abandon the white stone, you abandon God. Therefore, God will not protect you, your brother."
He realized that what he was saying was wrong and quickly stopped talking. However, Mo Lingfeng's eyes still turned cold for a moment.
An elm leaf floated into the corridor, making a hollow sound.
She said coldly: "You always carry Bai Shi with you, why doesn't God protect you?"
"God has protected me," Zell whispered. "I am still alive and can still drink wine and eat meat. This is God's protection."
"No," Mo Lingfeng let out a sneer, "The reason why you survived is because I spared your life, so your god is me."
Zell was stunned for a moment and stood up holding the pillar in shock: "How can you compare yourself to a god!"
Suddenly there was a surge of anger in his heart: "This is a great disrespect to the gods!"
"So what if it's disrespectful? Will it really punish me?" Mo Lingfeng didn't care and closed his eyes slightly, "Your god is as artificial as the clay puppets in the temple."
The drunkenness surged in her heart, and her indifference and contempt for everything in the world flowed out bit by bit with the drunkenness, and there was no concealment in her words.
And this kind of understatement is enough to defeat Zell, who worships all things as gods.
This is revenge more severe than the sword.
"If the Buddha truly is the body of a god and Buddha, the monks will not be hesitant because of his death, and the Buddha will not have to pick up flowers. He will teach the supreme dharma to Kassapa, and let Kassapa be the great support of the monks.
You see, bhikkhus also know that the annihilation of a Buddha is death, and there is no trace left. The so-called Buddhahood is nothing but a lie.
Your ancestors were even more stingy. When they created gods, they only used a piece of white stone to deceive you. "
She lowered her head, bent her back section by section, picked up the dead leaves on the ground, held them in her hands, raised her head and smiled brightly at Zell. Her eyes were shining brightly under the firelight, and the golden necklace around her neck also added to the glow. The luster seems to be the magic weapon she holds.
Zell looked at her smile and was stunned for a moment. Then he came back to his senses and became furious. A long string of Qiang words came out of his mouth. He quickly remembered that Mo Lingfeng didn't understand and hurriedly changed to Chinese.
"Nonsense, of course your god is fake, but our god will never be fake. Our god is born from the wind, grown from trees, and conceived from the soil!"
Mo Lingfeng stood up, approached Zell, faced him, and waved to him: "Squat down."
Zell didn't know why, but he still held on to the pillar and squatted down in anger.
Mo Lingfeng stretched out his index finger, pointed it on Zell's forehead, and pushed forward hard. Zell, who was squatting on one leg, was caught off guard by her finger, and immediately fell backwards, flipped over the corridor, and fell. Seven meat and eight vegetables.
Heartbreaking pain immediately came from the broken leg.
He struggled to stand up and sat down on the bluestone: "You can't argue with me, so you want to take action?"
Mo Lingfeng stepped on the bench, jumped down the corridor, squatted in front of him, shook his head and said: "No! This finger just tells you that I can overthrow you or kill you. Your life and death are not yours." The illusory god you believe in is me.”
She smiled and said: "I am your god."
Zell immediately said: "You are not a god, you are a devil!"
Mo Lingfeng sighed: "I won't tease you anymore. I'll find another white stone for you."
Zell didn't know why her expression changed so quickly. He frowned and smelled the alcohol on her body, guessing that she was drunk.
He suppressed his anger: "You don't have to look for it. If you don't believe in God, the white stone you find won't work."
Mo Lingfeng whispered: "Then I will believe in your gods and ask your gods to protect me and win every battle, and protect my brother with a long life, okay?"
"Seriously?" A smile appeared on Zell's lips unconsciously.
"Of course it's false." Mo Lingfeng's eyes and voice were all full of oppression and bewitchment. She reached out and grabbed his collar, forcing his upper body to come closer to her. "You see, I am not only in charge of your life and death, but also Manipulating your emotions, two questions can make you furious, two lies can make you happy."
Her eyes became cold and stern: "I am your God. As a believer, you should have great respect for God. God does not want to hear another word about your brother from your mouth, otherwise -"
She let go of his clothes, smoothed the wrinkles, and said calmly: "God will make you lose your tongue and never be able to speak."
