In Linxi Thatched Cottage, two grown men were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly. The white cat seemed to have gained a lot of weight, as plump as a snowball, and was sleeping on Gui Liu's chest.
When the young monk who was responsible for delivering the porridge saw this, he quickly slowed down his steps, carefully placed the lacquer plate on the table, turned around and walked out of the thatched cottage. He couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly left after receiving the signal from the man.
Wang Sizhi quietly walked into the thatched cottage and saw two men sleeping sprawled on the ground. She was struggling to hold back her laughter. Seeing Xueqiu'er lying on his man's chest, he quickly picked it up and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You have to be clingy for a while. Don't do this next time. Do you remember?"
The plump white cat meowed lazily, still a little dazed, and only opened its eyes a slit.
She walked out of the thatched cottage with the cat in her arms, thinking that the two men were going to sleep for who knows how long, so she might as well take Xueqiu'er and the little girl to visit the temple. There were many new pilgrims arriving, so it must be very lively. .
Sure enough, when Wang Sizhi and the little girl entered the temple, they saw a sea of people boiling. People burning incense and praying lined up from the inside of the temple to the outside. The queue was winding and winding, like a long giant dragon.
There are also many pilgrims walking around casually, who must have come to burn incense or admire the scenery. At a glance, most of these people are dressed in luxurious clothes. The men all have jade-like waists and the women all wear fur coats and shawls. They should all come from wealthy families.
Being lively is a good thing, but being too lively can actually be a kind of noise. Wang Sizhi immediately lost interest, especially when he noticed the coveted looks cast by countless men. She thought it would be better to go to the Liuli Archway and overlook the scenery below the mountain, but the little girl was obviously very interested. She tugged on her clothes, pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "Sister, I want to go there."
Wang Sizhi looked at it and immediately couldn't laugh or cry. Wasn't it just a few little boys from wealthy families gathered together?
She bent down and said softly to the little girl: "Tell sister, why do you want to go there?"
The little girl smiled shyly, but she was actually somewhat heroic and said, "I want them to become my servants!"
Wang Sizhi was shocked, quickly covered her mouth, and said angrily: "Who did you learn these words from? And did your father teach you?"
But the next second, she vaguely had an answer in her mind. Not everyone can say the word "subordinate", at least as a tea merchant with three wives and six concubines, he is not qualified to say such words.
As expected, the little girl pushed her hand away and grinned: "My brother-in-law told me that I am a beautiful woman, and I will definitely have many slaves in the future!"
Wang Si was so angry that she wanted to eat that dead man in one bite. She even taught such a young child to be evil. She pulled the little girl's ears hard and said expressionlessly: "You should be able to tell the difference between good and bad words. From now on, Don’t learn such words again, if you make your sister angry again, she will eat you up.”
"I know, I know." The little girl grinned in pain and jumped up and down.
Neither of them noticed that the turbulent sea of people rushed to both sides, and the crowd was in commotion.
Wang Sizhi heard a voice behind her, "Hey, isn't this the little girl from the Bai family? Your father has taken another concubine? Is this your new aunt?"
Wang Sizhi frowned. His voice was obviously full of vitriol, as if he was deliberately provoking trouble. Turning around, I saw a beautiful woman, dressed in gold and jade, but with an aggressive aura. Behind her stood four evil servants with fierce eyes.
The little girl hid behind her in fear and said timidly: "Sister, let's go quickly."
Wang Sizhi comforted and rubbed her little head, and said softly: "Has she bullied you?"
The little girl was obviously very frightened, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and she was about to cry, "She hates my father, she has humiliated several of my aunts, and she even slapped me."
Wang Sizhi's heart trembled, and he knelt down and hugged her heartily, saying softly: "Don't worry, with my sister here, no one can bully you anymore."
She handed the white cat to the little girl, stood up slowly, and narrowed her eyes.
She never imagined that the little girl would cling to her and cry out, "Sister, I don't want it!"
Wang Sizhi became a little angry and shouted softly: "Why are you crying? There is nothing to be afraid of!"
The little girl cried loudly, "My mother was injured to the point of being bedridden, and my favorite aunt was abducted to a brothel. It was all her fault. Sister, please leave quickly! Please leave quickly!"
Wang Sizhi froze on the spot as if he had been hit hard.
The woman in gold and jade clothes laughed heartily when she saw this scene, and the haze of having stinky shoes thrown at her while climbing the mountain was swept away.
She suddenly became extremely irritable and wanted to peel off this vixen's face. What are you pretending to be? No matter how good-looking she is, isn't she just a bitch?
The woman suddenly stepped forward and slapped her hard. Wang Sizhi immediately staggered and took a few steps back, blood oozing from the corners of her lips.
"You little bastard, your new aunt is so pretty. Tell me, should you strip her naked for everyone to have a good look at, or sell her to a brothel and become an oiran prostitute?"
"Get out! You bitch!"
The little girl swore for the first time in her life. She was so angry that she threw all the gravel in her hands towards her face.
The stones were sharp and sharp, and the woman screamed, her eyes were about to burst, and she roared: "You bastard! Strip them both naked for me!"
The powerful slaves and evil servants looked at each other and began to approach slowly.
The huge crowd of people watching the excitement were all dignitaries, but no one dared to stop him.
Why?
Because this woman is the favorite granddaughter of the current prime minister Zhuang Tianji! Her grandfather is that one person who is better than ten thousand people!
"Master, that is the Crown Princess!"
The young monk mixed in the crowd was so anxious that for the first time he tugged on the old abbot's cassock without understanding the etiquette.
The old abbot glared at him and said angrily: "Why are you so anxious? She's not your wife. Shut your mouth and just show me!"
The little girl stubbornly stopped in front of Wang Sizhi, even though her whole body was shaking with fear, she said angrily: "Don't touch my sister!"
"Lian'er, get out of the way."
As if she heard her mother's voice, the same gentle words, and a very similar scene, the little girl trembled all over and subconsciously turned to Wang Sizhi and cried: "Mother, leave quickly! Leave Lian'er alone!"
The woman covered her face and smiled coldly, "Your mother is dead? Do you accept this vixen as your mother?"
"But that's right, that good-for-nothing bitch of yours should just die. Living is just a burden."
"Don't scold my mother!"
The little girl hugged Wang Sizhi's legs tightly and begged with tears: "Sister, come on, come on! Leave Lian'er alone."
Wang Sizhi, who lowered his head and remained silent, slowly took a step forward and gently rubbed the little girl's head.
A very light sentence, like a soft hypnotic song.
"Be good, close your eyes."
The little girl staggered and finally fell to the ground in a coma.
Wang Sizhi slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips, and finally no longer deliberately suppressed that desire.
So, when she raised her head, she saw a pair of enchanting and frightening bright red eyes.
The whole temple suddenly trembled. This was just an illusion. In a real sense, the entire Mount Fanke shook violently.
A blood rainbow fell from the sky, and the sky and the earth turned pale at that moment. The old abbot swore angrily and hurriedly stepped out, clasping his hands together to form nine golden dharma shapes to protect everyone present.
Everyone's eyes widened, because not only were they shrouded in golden light, but they could not see clearly the scene in the blood rainbow ahead.
The young monk trembled: "Master, is this the Crown Princess?"
The old abbot had nowhere to vent his anger, so he gave him a hard knock on the chest and cursed angrily: "You idiot, are you talking nonsense? If she is a powerless woman, then we are just fucking ants!"
The rainbow light obscured it, and scarlet blood lines floated in the air. Ten thousand bells of Fanke Temple rang together, and the 108 Buddhas shone with golden light.
In such a chaotic situation, there was a subtle and imperceptible golden line across the sky.
In the Linxi thatched cottage, Li Minghao was stunned and murmured to himself: "Isn't this damn handsome guy?"
When the bloody rainbow light connecting heaven and earth finally dissipated.
Everyone present had their eyes widened.
The four powerful slaves and evil servants disappeared out of thin air.
But the mean woman who was so domineering before was so frightened that she went crazy and said, "You are not a human being! You are not a human being! You are a monster!"
Wang Sizhi narrowed his blood-glazed eyes, and his whole body became cold and violent. He licked his red lips. Just as he took a step forward, a hand gently pressed his head, and a soft voice said, "You little glutton." .”
In full view of everyone, the man with white hair and golden eyes tilted his head to look at her and smiled softly: "What a cold beauty, she doesn't look too much like my little Sis."
Wang Sizhi looked at him coldly, her glazed blood eyes without a trace of emotion. She stretched out her hand and slowly scratched the man's chest, leaving a bloody wound.
The old abbot was shocked. He stretched his hands a foot apart and made a gesture of clasping his hands together.
"No need!"
Guiliu roared angrily, holding back the pain, hugging her and saying softly: "I'm sorry, I'm late."
It was at this moment that Wang Sizhi's red lips opened slightly, and she was stunned for a moment, and then gradually, there was a softness in her eyes. She also hugged Guiliu tightly, and before she knew it, her eyes returned to normal, and her whole person returned to her gentle and gentle temperament.
Guiliu rubbed her face and said distressedly: "Did I hit you like this?"
She gave a small hum. No matter how strong she is, she still feels aggrieved and aggrieved in front of this man.
In the temple square, when the white-haired young man turned around, everyone felt a chill.
The white snow flashed past, and Gui Liu pinched the woman's neck fiercely, narrowed her red and phoenix golden eyes, and said with a smile: "Zhuang Tianji's good sister, bullying the future queen?"
When the woman was at the point of fainting, Guiliu let go of his hand and wiped his hands in disgust, "I heard that you wanted to marry me before? Even dogs don't want dirty things."
The woman stared at him stubbornly, with scary scarlet handprints spread around her neck. Looking at the towering golden-eyed man in front of her, murderous intent surged in her heart. She suddenly pulled out the hairpin behind her head and tried to stab Gui Liu's neck, but her wrist was easily grasped.
Guiliu waved his sleeves lightly, and the woman flew several feet away and fell heavily to the ground.
Suddenly, someone threw a stone and hit the woman's head hard. After the scream, there was shocking blood.
Guiliu looked with a cold gaze, and one person in the crowd was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
With an expressionless face, he took off the knife sheath and took out the dull knife to drink water.
Next, the white-haired young man swung his sword in the air, flicked the blade, and said, "I know that many of you have been bullied by her, but it doesn't matter what you say. This woman, His Highness, has the power to deal with it, and You commoners have no right to touch her."
The crowd suddenly remembered a huge commotion.
A woman holding a sharp stone in her palm shouted at the top of her lungs: "I don't agree! Leave her to us!"
An old woman said fiercely: "The sin is unforgivable, and you deserve to die!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd immediately exploded with deafening protests. These people have all been bullied to one degree or another, so they want to take revenge.
Among the boiling crowd, someone threw a handful of copper coins and hit the woman hard.
There was a lot of arrogance in the crowd, and no one cared whether you were the notorious Crown Prince or not. The crowd threw objects at the woman one after another.
Wang Sizhi looked worriedly and quickly took the little girl back to a safe location.
A man and a woman on the field seemed to be in the crosshairs.
The young monk, who was surrounded by the loud roars of the crowd, was stunned. He turned to look at his master and asked in confusion: "Why did His Highness the Crown Prince help that unforgivable woman? She has done so many bad things, and so have you, Master." knew."
The old abbot recited the Buddha's name softly, and said with unprecedented seriousness: "Disciple, look carefully and think carefully, there is a Zen opportunity here."
As if struck by lightning, the young monk quickly held his breath and concentrated, standing at attention.
Debris was like rain falling from the sky, one after another hitting the woman in the field, but it was all stopped by the azure sword energy.
The white-haired man always stood in the way of the woman and remained silent for a long time. He looked at the little girl from a distance and asked softly: "How to deal with it?"
The little girl was frightened and turned pale, especially when she saw blood on the woman's face, and people kept smashing things.
Guiliu smiled and said, "It's very simple. You just need to tell me whether I should put away the knife and retreat, or whether I should stop in front of her."
The little girl burst into tears out of nowhere and roared: "Give back my mother! Give back my aunt! Give back my family!"
Guiliu remained silent and planned to put the knife away.
"Save her, save her, she will be smashed to death..." the little girl choked.
Guiliu took a deep breath and said softly: "Don't worry, I understand."
Leaving the handle of Lu Shui floating in the air, he slowly walked towards the kneeling woman, stopped in front of her, and said expressionlessly: "I said you were dirty before, because I was angry. My mother said, no matter what No matter how angry you are, you can't insult girls as dirty, so here, I apologize to you."
The woman bit her lip, her face covered in blood, and looked at him dreamily.
Gui Liu said in a cold voice: "You are violent and unruly, disturbing the people and causing trouble. I really annoy you. So don't think that my apology to you is out of some kind of psychology towards you. I apologize to you only for my mother." Please tell me, what she taught me, I did wrong, that’s all.”
He raised a hand and shook it lightly.
The green sword energy flowing all over the ground suddenly carried a strong force, as if it was as heavy as a mountain, wrapping around and spreading in all directions, and the crowd suddenly turned upside down.
Then he inserted the blunt knife into the ground and held the knife with both hands. The ground was torn for dozens of feet, and a shocking ravine appeared.
The crowd fell into deathly silence, no one dared to speak anymore.
The man drew his sword and sheathed it, and said his last words, "Zhuang Bingyan, I order you to enter the palace immediately to apologize, and kneel down and worship at the Ji Tu Altar for three days and three nights."
Then he held Wang Sizhi with one hand and the little girl with the other, leaving only his leaving figure behind.
On the way back to the monastery, the young monk was silent and the old abbot was silent.
Suddenly, the young monk stopped and laughed until he burst into tears, "I understand! I understand!"
"What have you learned?" the old abbot narrowed his eyes and smiled.
The young monk did not give an answer, but asked: "Why did His Royal Highness ask the little girl of the Bai family? Why did the little girl let her go?"
When the old abbot heard this, he looked up to the sky, laughed, and left happily.
Both of them need to plant a Buddhist heart first.
As for what kind of reason you will choose in the future, who knows?
Anyway, from that day on, there was another Chiyuan in the Buddhist family.
