If Buddha dared to do this to her before, Yan Ji would guarantee that not a single piece of wood would be left in Tuohang Temple the next day!
But now——
Thinking that she is now the princess of the subjugated country, and is currently a member of the royal family of the Wei Kingdom who is wanted by Yan and Chengguo——
Yan Ji still endured this breath and just pretended that nothing had happened.
after all……
Unlike several other countries, only the princess Yan Ji remains in the orthodox royal family of the Wei Kingdom.
Restoration?
Nominate an empress?
This road is too difficult, even King Wei has no hope for it, let alone Yan Ji, who is the only one left now.
But if Yan Ji is to live her whole life in such anonymity, and watch the enemies who caused the tragic death of King Wei and the destruction of their homeland to be high-spirited - then life is simply worse than death.
so--
After two days of desperate contemplation, feeling like there was nothing she could do - Homura, who was about to commit suicide in memory of her motherland, just picked up the dagger...
No!
etc!
From beginning to end, she missed one thing - Buddha!
Thinking back on the ability that Fozi showed on the day he was assassinated...
The Buddha who was able to scare away that group of people and never let the rain stain his clothes during the rain - his strength must have reached the first-class realm. Even if he didn't reach it, it should be almost the same as the first-class realm.
Realizing this, the scene of King Wei's tragic death and the destruction of the palace appeared in front of Yan Ji's eyes——
If the top masters of her Weiguo were not assassinated, how could Yan and Chengguo dare to attack their Weiguo?
As a monk of Tuohang Temple, Buddha should also belong to the people of the country. Even if she was not summoned by her father, she saw the difficulty of defending the country, so she should help!
Once the Buddha appears, Yan and Cheng will definitely not be as unscrupulous as before!
So - why didn't he show up?
Is he dead?
But when the Buddha passed away, there would be no news about Tuohang Temple.
No, not necessarily!
After all, it was a time of war, so it was normal for Tuohang Temple to keep the secret secret...
All of a sudden, all kinds of thoughts were spinning in Yan Ji's mind.
finally--
She put down the dagger, her eyes cold.
She is going to Tuohang Temple.
She wanted to see if the Buddha was alive or dead.
If she were dead, then Yan Ji would have nothing to say, but if she were alive——
Yan Ji's eyes suddenly became complicated.
If you are alive...
She must let his status as a Buddhist son come to the fore - beauty, sometimes, can be a woman's most powerful weapon.
She wants to use herself as a bargaining chip to tame the Buddha, and then... avenge her father!
With this idea in mind, when she arrived at Tuohang Temple in a covert manner and learned that the Buddha was safe and sound - Yanji's eyes felt sour.
Why……
Why don't you go down the mountain and save Weiguo!
Why did he have to watch Weiguo step into the flames of war!
Why!
For a moment, Yan Ji even had the urge to die with Fuzi - she knew that her emotions were inexplicable and unreasonable, but...
She could only let it go - she wanted revenge, and Fozi was the only way in front of her.
therefore--
Yanji knocked on the door of Fuzi's Zen room.
She originally thought that this bald donkey would just watch her fall to the ground, but she didn't expect that he would dare to casually pull other men to deal with her!
This bald donkey is really too much!
No, no, wait!
Why is there a grown man in Buddha's room in the middle of the night?
oh--
Not one, but two?
Is it possible——
What other unspeakable hobbies does this Buddha have?
No!
If he had this hobby, how would he have a chance!
Thinking of this, Yan Ji immediately ignored everything else and looked around the Zen room with her eyes - paying special attention to the whereabouts of Zao Zhaoli and Jin Yuyu.
Then--
Enji saw the pile of copied Buddhist scriptures:...
Too.
This bald donkey talks about "Amitabha" every day, saying "I am Buddha" every time, and that's all he thinks about.
She breathed a shallow sigh of relief.
The next second——
Before Yan Ji could reach out and push Zao Zhaoli away who was still holding her...
She saw the pretty boy opposite with an ugly expression——
"Grass!"
With an incompetent scolding, Zao Zhaoli, like a defiled young lady, directly pushed Yan Ji aside, and then looked down at the snot and tears stained on his clothes——
"court death!"
Under the cruel words, Zao Zhaoli, who was shaking with anger, raised his hand Han Bing and wanted to take Yan Ji's life directly.
However--
Just when the general raised his hand, before it fell down - Zao Zhaoli suddenly caught a glimpse of the Buddhist scripture he had written in the corner of his eye.
Um--
He seems to be in a Buddhist temple now.
Buddhist temple…
Buddha is still around.
If he did this and killed people——
What to do? What to do? What to do?
What should he do now to make himself less embarrassed?
otherwise--
Zao Zhaoli's eyes lit up as he thought of something.
Before Fozi could speak, Zaozhaoli turned around on the spot, raised his hand and slapped Jin Yuhe who was still watching the show next to him, who was just about to eat melon seeds and scream.
"You really deserve to die if I let you see a joke!"
An innocent person was attacked. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost hated Jin Yu and Zao Zhaoli on the spot:...?
no--
Jin Yu dodged away and stared blankly at the pile of papers on the table that had been turned into ashes by Zhi Zhaoli's palm...
Jin Yuyu didn't even have time to be afraid, his expression was distorted on the spot, and he screamed in horror——
With that miserable look, he almost tried to pick up the pile of ashes with trembling fingers... But in the end, he could only watch the ashes slipping from his fingertips——
"You must have done it on purpose...you must have done it on purpose!"
Jin Yu raised his head with red eyes, looking at Zao Zhaoli like a ghost seeking his life.
"Zam Zhaoli, you thief, come and die quickly!"
He raised his fan and stepped forward, all his moves aimed at killing him.
It was indeed intentional. Zhaoli:...
Tsk——
"You're not interesting. Didn't you just ruin some paper? You can't take a joke?"
While taking the attack with all his strength, he didn't forget to add fuel to the fire.
"This only shows that you haven't copied the Buddhist scriptures at home yet, and you can't even calm down!"
Jin Yuyu:...?
Okay, okay, you want to say that, right?
That's okay.
Jin Yu turned the fan that she originally intended to attack Zao Zhaoli and pointed at the other manuscript remaining on the table.
Could Zao Zhaoli make such a mistake?
nonexistent?
He protected the stack of paper behind his back faster than Jin Yu and Shang. After thinking about it, perhaps because he felt it was not safe to put it in his hands, Zao Zhaoli directly thrust the manuscript into Fozi's hands.
Jin Yuyu, who was almost going crazy:...
Now that things have happened, Jinyu Yuya, who knows that he cannot retaliate in kind, has calmed down.
He stared at Zao Zhaoli, word by word.
"When I leave the Buddhist temple, I am willing to spend half of my wealth to reward your life!"
Zao Zhaoli:......
"No, it really isn't, brother."
He was smiling playfully.
I was just about to say something more——
"Amitabha, the golden donor, it is indeed not the case."
Fozi also spoke with an easy-going look on his face.
Jin Yuyu:...?
No, you bald donkey, what's wrong with you?
If you didn't copy the co-author yourself, then you really don't take his hard work seriously, right?
Or--
"What benefits has this son of a bitch Zao Zhaoli given you? I'll give you double the amount!"
Buddha:......
Hearing this, the Buddha was not happy.
What's the meaning?
Is this questioning his character?
He stared at Jin Yuyu carefully for a while, and the smile on his lips suddenly deepened——
"Donor Jin, do you really want to ruin this manuscript?"
if not?
"Buddha, it would be best if you tore it apart!"
Jin Yuyu's voice was cold and angry. Looking at Zao Zhaoli's smiling face, he answered directly without thinking.
That’s okay——
"Since the golden donor has asked for this -"
Of course, Buddhists choose to follow the good and follow the flow...
"嚓——"
With a crisp sound of tearing paper, under Zao Zhaoli's disbelieving eyes, Fozi tore the paper into pieces calmly.
very good.
Jin Yuyu was satisfied now.
Just when he closed the folding fan and was about to say a few hypocritical words of comfort——
But he saw Fozi put the torn manuscript paper back into his hand.
Jin Yuyu:...?
He looked down subconsciously without knowing why -
The smile on his lips froze, and his whole body trembled slightly.
no--
Why did the words on this paper seem familiar to him?
It's just like……
"Amitabha, just when the young monk pulled the donor, the paper you copied changed its position because it was caught by the belt of the donor..."
Fozi looked at Jin Yuyu with an innocent face and sighed in his voice.
"I can only say that there is God's will in all this - Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"
Zao Zhaoli suddenly felt that it was not so unacceptable to have the manuscript paper destroyed:...
Jin Yuyu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and even felt that he could no longer stand on his feet:...
What the hell--
God's will, you are a hammer! God's will!
Why is your Buddha so compassionate? What the hell, if you, a Buddha, were truly compassionate, how could you, this bald donkey, become a Buddha?
It’s over——
According to the progress of copying Buddhist scriptures, he Jin Yuyu will probably stay in this Tuohang Temple for most of his life, right?
The more I thought about it, the more painful it became, and my eyes gradually filled with tears.
The look that makes those who see it sad and those who hear it shed tears——
As a compassionate Buddhist, he certainly can't pretend he didn't see it, right?
therefore--
Fo Zi took a step forward with great concern and looked at Jin Yu Yu with sincere words.
"Donor Jin, what are you doing - tell me if you are unhappy..."
"Can you help me solve it if I tell you?"
Between the golden jade and tearful eyes, the tone is still sad.
"certainly--"
Fozi smiled slightly, looked at Jin Yu and the eyes that suddenly flashed with hope, and added the second half of the sentence lightly.
"Can't."
Buddha was obviously very sad about this, and he explained in a serious and thoughtful way——
"Although I can't solve it, little monk, if you tell me what you're unhappy about, it will definitely make Donor Zao happy! This can be regarded as a good deed every day."
Jinyu and:...
The tears in the corners of my eyes still flowed down.
Bald donkey - he really does all kinds of bad things!
