All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

Ning Caichen said in a low voice, "Is your teacher testing me?"

He looked at the left and right and no one was approaching, and said in a low voice: "The book says that the mouth of defending the people is better than the mouth of defending the river. In the past, when Xia Jie was a road, it is similar to the current Daning Dynasty. It seems that Guozuo will not be long. already."

Zhuge Wolong said: "When you arrive in the capital, the lord should pay attention to his words and deeds. There are many ears and eyes of the national teacher, so it is not appropriate to stand out at this time."

Ning Caichen nodded.

They traveled together and stayed in the same inn together, and were sitting upstairs to eat.

Suddenly, I saw people on the street turning their backs, and someone shouted: "The skinheads are here!"

The women on the street went to their homes to hide.

Even a seventy-year-old old woman, down to a six- or seven-year-old little girl, is no exception.

Under the astonished eyes of Zhong Zhuzi, half of the pedestrians on the street were reduced.

One of the shop assistants asked, "Man, what's the situation? What is the origin of the skinhead they called?"

The second shopkeeper whispered: "Since the national teacher settled in Daxiangguo Temple, his disciples have been accepting apprentices.

Those rogues on the streets shaved their heads one after another, transformed themselves, and became the disciples and grandchildren of the national master.

The thieves of these people are hard to change, but they intensify their efforts, swaggering through the market every day, acting indiscriminately, and even forcibly robbing women.

In short, these fake monks are so daring that even the lady of the official family dares to provoke them. "

Everyone was stunned when they heard it. They didn't expect that the area of ​​the first good at the feet of the emperor would be so smoky.

Ning Caichen said: "Don't people dare to control those officials?"

The second shopkeeper shook his head and said, "It was fine a few years ago, but a few honest and honest adults caught a group of fake monks, and they all restrained themselves a lot.

But later, these adults either contracted the disease and died, or returned to their hometown, and even worse, they were sent to prison to raid their homes and exterminate their families.

These officials who have been replaced now are all clay statues of Bodhisattvas, each with their mouths tightly closed, turning a blind eye.

There are even those who rose up by fawning on those monks.

They call brothers and sisters with the group of monks every day, drink and eat meat, so happy! "

As he was talking, a dozen or twenty bald-headed monks came into view.

They don't have ring scars on their heads, they just shaved their hair, and some have short hair more than an inch long.

They all wore thick brocade-patterned clothes with gold, silver and beautiful jade hanging from their waists, looking nondescript.

They swaggered through the market, picked up the food from the roadside vendors and stuffed them into their mouths.

He spit on the ground when he encountered something unsatisfactory, and he didn't care about meat, wine, and meat.

At this moment, a carriage passed by on the street, and in front of the carriage were four health servants with knives slung around their waists.

The monks blocked the road, and the two sides quarreled.

Ning Caichen's heart trembled, he sensed Nie Xiaoqian's presence, and he couldn't help getting up and standing by the window.

At this time, the carriage opened the curtain, revealing a face that was both angry and joyful.

The two looked at each other and looked excited.

Ning Caichen wanted to go downstairs, but saw Nie Xiaoqian gently shaking his head at him, and then whispered something to a guard.

The guard turned and walked towards the inn.

Zhuge Wolong walked to Ning Caichen and said in a low voice, "My lord, since I've seen Miss Nie, when we meet again in the future, I'll ask about the situation first."

Ning Caichen suppressed his excitement and nodded.

At this time, when the group of monks saw Nie Xiaoqian's face, they were all stunned and fascinated.

One by one, they were about to rush forward. The guards drew their knives and glared angrily, and the two sides confronted each other.

Some of the pranksters stretched their necks and shouted: "If you have the seeds, chop me up and hurt your grandfather Buddha, let's see who can save you!

Don't talk about you bastards, even your masters will eat and hang! "

Seeing that these guards did not dare to draw their knives to cut them, these monks became bold and rushed forward around the carriage.

If you don't use the knife, the opponent will be crowded, and the three guards on Nie Xiaoqian's side are really not the opponents of this group of monks.

Upstairs, everyone was filled with righteous indignation. Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye were about to make a move when they suddenly saw a pretty woman jumping out of the carriage and shouted softly:

"We are the family of Mr. Fu, Minister of War. Are you also these bastards, are you courting death?"

She rushed into the crowd with three punches and two kicks, knocking down a large area in an instant.

The mourning of the group of monks rang out, and one by one, they limped away with each other.

It wasn't until he ran far away that he turned around and said harsh words. Seeing the woman was about to chase, one by one screamed and scattered.

"The little lady of the Fu family is doing well!"

The women on the street stuck their heads out of the door and applauded.

The woman Luoluo generously clasped her fists to everyone, and then jumped into the car lightly.

Nie Xiaoqian took a deep look at Ning Caichen, lowered the curtain, and the carriage started slowly.