Ratan Tata wanted to object, but Tang Ping whispered behind him: "Don't worry, now is not a good time to take action. Let's wait until these people are drunk."
Today's Tata family festival was naturally full of wine and meat. Many people who came even regarded it as a lively event and watched it with gusto while drinking and eating meat.
Ratan Tata stood up and said, "Okay, I just want to see how you are going to trap me?"
The monk raised a large earthen jar in his hand: "I have a jar of Tianzhu sacred oil here. After boiling it, it can destroy all evil spirits. You will know if it is a trap. You will know if it is a trap."
Tang Ping suppressed a smile in his heart, but it was a pity that no one here except himself knew about Tianzhu Divine Oil.
Soon Nimotata arranged for someone to deliver a large pot with firewood underneath, and the monk also poured the oil in the pot into it.
Tang Ping smelled the faint smell of vinegar and knew what kind of trick they were up to.
Sure enough, when the oil pot began to boil, the monk said: "It doesn't matter that the sacred oil has boiled, but if you haven't done anything wrong, the sacred oil will not hurt you."
As he said that, he put his hand in.
The melon-eaters who didn't know the truth screamed in surprise and stretched their necks to look over. Then they found that the skin and flesh they imagined were torn apart, and they were crying and crying.
The monk still looked like a worldly expert. He even stirred the oil pot lightly with his hand before taking his hand out and showing it to the people next to him.
"Wow, look at his hands, they seem to be whiter!"
"I thought my hands would rot, but it turned out that a servant in my room accidentally spilled the lamp oil. The oil in such a small lamp burned his hands and caused a big blister. This holy monk Surprisingly unscathed."
"It seems like this is really a magic oil!"
"Since it's the divine oil, do you dare to put your hand in it?"
"Of course I don't dare. This holy monk also said that he has never done anything untoward. Who knows if I have done anything in these years? I won't take such a risk!"
While the people around him were talking a lot, the monk who had a Rakshasa ghost cast on him by Tang Ping also put his hand into the oil pot, and was naturally unharmed.
Then all eyes were on Ratan Tata.
"This donor, if you have done nothing wrong with this sacred oil, then you will be as unscathed as the two of us. But if you do something inappropriate in your daily life, this sacred oil will make you feel the pain of scraping your bones and pulling out your muscles. Ordinary people can endure it, and some people even die of pain, so this poor monk is here to remind the donor to think twice before taking action!"
Ratan Tata's face was pale. If he had to say that he had not done anything wrong, he might not be able to deceive even himself.
But if you don't pass the test of this sacred oil and are accused of colluding with evil spirits, it will be a death sentence in Tianzhu, a Buddhist country.
Tang Ping lightly patted him on the back and whispered, "Don't worry, I've given you twenty years of skill with this palm, and you will definitely be able to withstand this divine oil."
Ratan Tata was slightly shocked, as if there was a warm current flowing all over his body where Tang Ping had just photographed him.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he walked to the oil pan with some anxiety, looked at the hot oil still boiling inside, gritted his teeth and inserted his hand horizontally.
"Eh!" I thought there would be a burning sensation, but who knew that although the temperature inside the oil pan was not too low,
Yes, it's just a little hot.
To say that it is hot enough to burn someone, the temperature is still far from enough.
At this time, he became bolder. He even imitated the monk's behavior and stirred the oil pan twice before taking his hand out and showing it to the people around him.
"Ratan is fine too!"
"Let me tell you, although he behaves a bit like a bastard, how could he be colluding with evil spirits?"
"Is it possible that this sacred oil is fake?"
"If you think it's fake, you can reach in and try it yourself."
Tang Pingkan
Ratan Tata came back with a surprised look on his face and smiled slightly. Isn't this just a trick like taking money out of a frying pan?
The smell of vinegar that I smelled just now means that only the top layer of the pot of oil is actually oil, and the bottom layer is all vinegar. What seems to be boiling is just boiling vinegar.
The boiling point of vinegar is not high enough to burn people, but it was impossible for him to explain to Ratan Tata at this time, so in order to get him to try it, he could only lie to him and say that he had been given twenty years of skill.
"Sir Tang Ping, your skill is indeed powerful. I wonder what other effects it has? Can you still ?" Ratan Tata asked in a low voice, suppressing his excitement.
"We'll talk about this later. Let's see how you perform."
Tang Ping looked at the monks across from him again. This scene suddenly reminded him of the plot of the protagonist group of Che Chi's Journey to the West and their battle with the Great Immortal Hu Li, the Great Immortal Lu Li and the Great Immortal Yang Li.
The monks murmured a few words, and another monk stood up, but before he could speak, he heard the Tata family patriarch say: "That's enough."
After everyone's eyes turned to him, he said slowly: "Today is the grand ceremony of my Tata family. Since you said that Ratan Tata was dealing with evil spirits, please show evidence. If not, please withdraw." Get off."
Although the Tata family has joined the Mittal family, if the people brought by the other party are allowed to behave like this, wouldn't it be any different from being slapped in the face?
You must know that Ratan Tata is the eldest son of the Tata family. If it were not for the Mittal family, these monks would have been kicked out long ago.
"Father, I'm afraid it's better to get this matter straightened out!" Nimotata didn't dare. Behind this matter, he and the Mittal family originally did it together.
He just wanted to use the theory of evil spirits to drive Ratan Tata out of the position of successor. Now that the patriarch wants to give up, how can he be willing to give up?
"Nimo Tata, today is the grand festival of our Tata family!" The clan leader suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice.
Ratan and Nemo usually fought openly and secretly. If he was shocked by the monk at first, he would have figured it out after a while. It was obviously Nemo Tata who was behind this.
He usually turns a blind eye to the fight between the two. After all, if the heir of a family loses in such a fight, it means that he is not qualified to inherit the Tata family.
But today is different, and Nimotata has obviously colluded with the Mittal family. The Tata family also has certain conditions for being attached to the Mittal family. This is a choice to continue the family in this troubled world. .
It does not mean that he will be willing to let the Mittal family completely annex the Tata family. Nimo Tata's approach is obviously over the line, so he will remind him not to go too far.
Nimotata's face darkened slightly, he glanced at the visitor from the Mittal family, exhaled softly, and then picked up his wine glass.
Step by step, he walked towards the family patriarch and his father.
Today is his last chance, because Ratan Tata is about to marry the king of the Eastern Girl Kingdom, and by then the entire Eastern Girl Kingdom will be merged into the Tata family.
And Ratan Tata will completely confirm his position as the heir to the patriarch because of such achievements.
He tried every means to establish a relationship with the Mittal family, and even married a 200-pound fat woman back just for that position.
Arriving in front of the clan leader, he knelt on the ground and raised the wine glass in his hands.
The patriarch of the Tata family nodded with satisfaction. This was the etiquette of the family expressing repentance. He took the wine glass, which meant that he had forgiven Nimotata for what he had done today.
At this moment, Nimotata said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Why him? Why can he marry the beautiful king of the Eastern Lady Kingdom, while I want to marry a fat woman like a dominatrix?" Pig? Just because he is one year older than me?"
"What did you say?" The patriarch of the Tata family frowned, the wine glass he was holding shook slightly, and a few drops of cold wine dripped on the head of Nemo Tata, who was lying in front of him, and followed him ’s cheeks flowed down.
Nemotata
He stuck out his tongue and licked the wine that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then said: "I say, from now on everyone can only kneel in front of me!"
As he spoke, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, he reached into his arms and took out a dagger, jumped up and struck the chest of his father, the patriarch of the Tata family, and his father.
This sudden change shocked Ratan Tata, who had been preparing for an uprising for a long time. Although he wanted to seize power, he never thought of killing his father.
He didn't even plan to kill Nimotata, he only planned to drive him away from the Mittal family after he took power. Anyway, if he marries a woman from the Mittal family, it will depend on his ability whether he will live or die.
As Nimotata took action, Salman Mittal also took out a short bow from under the table, but this was not to shoot anyone, but to shoot a loud arrow into the sky.
A sharp roar echoed throughout the square.
"Do it!" Tang Ping pressed the headset and shouted. Nimotata's sudden action forced them to take action in advance.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was protected by Lao Du.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, who were still wearing the clothes of Tata family soldiers, pulled hard, revealing the black clothes they were wearing, and rushed towards the center of the square.
Similarly, a group of soldiers wearing the clothes of Tata family soldiers rushed over from the opposite side, and those were Nimo Tata's people.
"Don't hold back. Clear the area quickly and take control of the main square. A small team will protect Lord Ping."
Xiang Long gave an order, drew his sword and crossed Tang Ping and others, facing the Tata soldiers who were rushing over.
The other members of the Tata family came to the festival without weapons, and they were all a bit overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events.
Moreover, on one side were the black-armored warriors they had never seen before, and on the other side was Nemo Tata, who had just rebelled and killed the clan leader. Even if they wanted help, they didn't know who to help, so they could only stand in the middle of the square.
On the other side, in the aisle between the main square and the side square, Lao Cui slowly stood up.
"Which brother is controlling the drone? I need to make your Brother Cui look more handsome!"
As he said that, he walked to the middle of the aisle alone, and rushing over from the opposite side were five hundred fully armed soldiers of the Mittal family.
