Chapter 221 Xiao Yi Raised His Chin Provocatively, Smiling Arrogantly

Shopkeeper Wan, who was hiding in the crowd and tried to escape, was pushed out by the people.

Trembling, he argued, "No, it's not like that—"

"To tell you the truth, the rice shop of the Hong family is now managed by my second elder brother's people."

Nan Baoyi interrupted him and told the truth:

"After the drought, the shopkeepers of the Grain Chamber of Commerce, represented by shopkeeper Wan, approached my second brother and tried to join him in raising the price of grain, but my second brother refused.

"The forces behind Shopkeeper Wan, such as Cheng Taishou and Ru Xia joining the army, immediately became angry and did not hesitate to burn food for revenge, which led to today's situation.

"The severe drought in Shu County is a natural disaster, and tens of thousands of catties of grain were burned, but it is a man-made disaster. Instead of scolding me for being an unreasonable and evil girl, it is more serious to bring the chief culprit, Cheng Hui, to justice."

Nan Baoyi has an elegant posture.

The fire blazed behind her, engulfing the entire Zhennan Temple.

Her snow-white long hair fluttered in the mountain wind, and her sickly pale face showed a strange beauty, which was extremely touching.

The people looked at each other a few times, feeling guilty about each other.

Someone first said:

"Miss Nanwu, I'm really sorry for accusing you of being an evil daughter before!"

"Yeah, I picked up a stone and threw you at you just now... It's so wrong, please forgive me!"

"I said earlier that the Nan Family's Jishan Family, how could it be possible for Xie Chong to come out, and you just don't listen to me!"

Everyone chattered and looked at Nan Baoyi with kindness and respect.

Nan Yan knelt in the corner, her pretty face was bruised and purple.

She clenched her fist tightly, wishing she could kill Nan Baoyi with her eyes!

She set up a trap with painstaking efforts, why did this bitch escape time and time again? !

I hate it!

Hillside gazebo.

Gu Chongshan rested his chin with one hand, and drank half a cup of spirits slowly.

He curled up the corners of his bright red lips, "This girl from the Nan family is really interesting."

The little eunuch standing behind him,

Respectfully said: "I would like to report to Governor, Governor Xue's wolf guards are already on their way, and they will definitely conflict with Jingxihou. The game between you and Miss Nan will soon be decided."

Gu Chongshan stared at the open space.

A young man about his age, with blood-stained war robes, riding alone, with a Mo Dao, chopped down all 108 monks with high martial arts skills in Zhennan Temple to the ground.

It is a hearty gesture.

The black horse neighed and rushed towards the old host.

The steed raised its front hooves, and everyone around the old host backed away in shock.

Xiao Yi grabbed the reins with one hand, and brandished the Mo Dao with the other, pointing the blade at the old host's face.

He raised his chin provocatively, and smiled arrogantly: "Zhennan Temple, that's all!"

The old abbot folded his palms together and calmly recited "Amitabha".

Nan Baoyi stared at him, "The presiding abbot has known for a long time that I am not the evil girl in the nursery rhymes. But I still work together with the Cheng family and the Xia family, trapping me in unrighteousness, and even setting fire to me. They all say that the monks are merciful For the sake of my heart, where did the compassionate heart of the presiding officer go?"

"Xia Canjun promised the poor monk that as long as his daughter wished and burned you to death in front of the people of Shu County, he would donate 200,000 taels of snow-patterned silver to Zhennan Temple, and lead the army to dig water and irrigate ditches. Dead benefactor One, saving the common people in the world, this poor monk is a great merit. Even if you die here today, you will definitely be able to go to the Western Paradise and become a Buddha."

The old host looked cold and old.

As the mountain wind blows, cassocks and long sleeves flutter and flutter.

In the eyes of the common people, he has the demeanor of an eminent monk.

The mountain wind howled.

"Death to me and saving the common people in the world, in your eyes, is it a great merit?"

On the high platform, the girl's voice was a little bit colder.

She stood up.

Three thousand white hairs, flying wantonly.

The wide snow-white Ru skirt is swaying with the wind, and the fairy looks graceful, as if it is about to ride the wind and go home.

She stared at the old host, "You know that the nursery rhymes are false, but you still give me the notoriety of being an evil girl, which is a lie.

"As a disciple of the Buddhist family, you are teaching and receiving privately with officials, which is impure with the six sense organs.

"You talk about Amitabha, but you want to kill me quickly in your heart, it's because your demon nature hasn't been eliminated.

"You obviously have thousands of ways to clear up nursery rhymes as an eminent monk, expose Xia's crimes in joining the army, and let the government rescue the people, but you chose the dirtiest one.

"You think you are great, but you don't know that your heart is despicable and you have no Buddha heart!"

"You can't bear to be the host of Zhennan Temple!"

The old host was furious.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he stared fiercely at Nan Baoyi: "The poor monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and only wants to save the people from suffering, how dare you question that the poor monk has no Buddha heart?!"

The people were silent.

Sometimes they looked at the old host, and sometimes at Nan Baoyi.

Judging from the appearance alone, one is an eminent monk who has achieved the Tao, with expensive cassocks and a cold and dusty appearance.

One is a mischievous demon girl with white hair and a childlike face, with red lips and blood red lips.

but……

The eminent monk had a ferocious appearance, like a demon.

The witch's eyebrows and eyes were clean, as bright as the sun.

It is clear at a glance which is good and which is bad.

It can be seen that monsters and ghosts in the world cannot be distinguished only by their appearance.

Whispering voices gradually sounded around, all of them were scolding the old host.

The old host's expression twisted, "You witch, the poor monk killed you to thank the world!"

Before taking half a step, the tip of Xiao Yi's Mo Dao casually rested on his neck.

He smiled: "If this Marquis doesn't kill the monk, it doesn't mean he can't kill the monk. Do you want to try?"

The old host was even more annoyed.

His old eyes were gradually bloodshot, and murderous thoughts were everywhere, as if he was about to be possessed by a demon.

He gave up his demeanor as the abbot, and roared ferociously: "Killing you alone to save the world, the poor monk is right! The poor monk saves all living beings, and the poor monk is the one who is going to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's chant, very loud.

An old monk with white beard and hair, wearing an orange cassock, came from the air.

Behind him were dozens of monks, all of whom were eminent monks who had sat and discussed with Nan Baoyi in the cellar.

"Evil barrier, don't you back down?!"

The old monk scolded angrily.

As his fly whisk fell on the old host's head, the old host's devilish energy gradually dissipated, and even the blood-red pupils gradually became clear.

He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Master."

The old monk turned to Xiao Yi, and calmly performed Buddhist etiquette.

Xiao Yi saluted him back.

The old monk turned to the high platform again, looked at Nan Baoyi carefully for a while, and said with a smile: "The old Taoist priest has taken in a good apprentice."

Nan Baoyi pursed his lips.

She couldn't figure out how serious the old monk was, so she just bowed politely.

The old monk turned to the common people and said in a loud voice: "What happened today is the fault of my Zhennan Temple. This female benefactor has exquisite thoughts and is not a so-called evil worshiper. I am here to justify her name. The drought is a natural disaster and cannot be changed by man. You can let go of the nursery rhyme. As for this evil, I will take it back with me, so that I can be punished."

"Master—"

"To shut up!"

The old monk rolled his eyes angrily and the old host said, "I can't talk about him, I can't beat him, I have lost all my old face! Why is his apprentice so smart, but mine is so idiot?! "

The old host was already old, and was reprimanded in public, his cold and old face immediately flushed.

Holding his cassock, he bowed his head shyly and remained silent.