After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Anyone can see that the group of Zhengtian Daoist people are more nervous than anyone else at this moment. Their little saint just got into trouble not long ago, and now it is inevitable that they will be targeted by major sects, but then again, this thing Dongzhou was originally the home of the Daoists, and everyone came to see how the famous Daoists in Dongzhou would deal with today's situation.

To everyone's surprise, the one who participated in the religious dispute today was the Tantric lama who was severely injured a few days ago.

There is no doubt that their participation will intensify the bloody smell on the bright altar.

Three poles in the sun, Si time, ten o'clock in the morning.

A family of gray sedan chairs walked slowly from the direction of the palace, and stopped outside the altar.

A woman in a costume stepped out of the car.

This is Dongzhou's "most prestigious" candidate for the prince, the third prince who is affectionately called "Poisonous Bug" by the people of Dongzhou, Long Chaohua.

Many of the onlookers had heard the name for a long time, but this was the first time they saw this notorious princess who claimed to be the reincarnation of Su Chan.

Her appearance made the crowd murmur. Along with her came a short man in a black cloak and a group of No. [-] Dragon Guards who were guarding the surroundings.

Long Chaohua was obviously used to being looked at with sarcasm and ridicule by others, she climbed up to the altar step by step, and sat behind the red table in the center.

According to the usual practice, as the organizer of the event, she should make an opening speech, but the face of the poisonous princess was full of blatant perfunctory. She sat in her seat, thought for a while, and opened her red lips.

"Originally—this event is just to give the Taoist gang a blow."

Her voice was not loud, but it overwhelmed all the whispering audience.

As the emperor's heir, by absorbing the power of the earth's veins, her voice is so clear that the audience of tens of thousands of people can hear it clearly.

"Of course, there are other purposes—it's not convenient to tell you. But my purpose has been achieved, and the rest...you can mess around as you like."

After Long Chaohua finished her opening speech, she closed her eyes and rested, and stopped talking.

This was supposed to be used to stir up the atmosphere, or at least it was an opening remark that should clarify the rules of religious disputes, but Long Chaohua said it like this.

All of the onlookers were stunned, not knowing how this would end.

The religious controversy that has been publicized for so long, anyone with long eyes knows that there is something tricky in it. Conspiracy theories have already been spread all over the imperial capital. Who would have thought that the third prince would confess when he came up, and after confessing, he would start to play badly up?

But after all, this is not a stand for cross talk. If the performance is not good, you can still boo. The opening of Long Chaohua silenced the audience until a crisp and charming smile broke the silence.

"I think this table is very empty, why not lend it to the little girl before the official competition, so as to add some interest to everyone?"

A woman in a blood-red long dress with a blood sparrow tattoo on her chest dragged another little girl onto the stage, and made a grand appearance in front of the Dongzhou crowd.

This is the proprietress of Mingyue Building and the number one Yin Niang. The appearance of the two caused the audience who had been depressed to burst into loud cheers.

Hua Yingying smiled and waved to the audience, turned around to look at Long Chaohua, and asked with a smile: "Our Yin Niang is performing a song and dance for a quarter of an hour here, so I won't disturb you?"

"As I said, you can mess around as you like."

Long Chaohua opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Yin Niang's body, he stared for a while and then looked away.

"It's optional."

"The little girl thanked you here."

Hua Yingying fluttered down and bowed with a smile, then looked at Yin Niang beside her, took out a zither from the storage ring, tapped the ground with her toes to float in mid-air, placed the qin on her knees, and gently Caress.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, this "Mingyue Tower", which was not a part of religion and had no intention of participating in religious disputes, unexpectedly became the first force to appear in today's religious disputes.

Yin Niang danced lightly, her sleeves fluttering, she was still wearing a veil today, but her dancing posture was completely different from when she performed in Mingyue Building a few days ago.

At the beginning, Yin Niang danced cheerfully and agilely, but now Yin Niang dances with a bit of cleanliness, free and easy and joyful.

The sound of the piano made the audience squint their eyes and indulge in enjoyment, and it also made Hei Hua, who was hidden in the crowd, sigh slightly.

Hua Yingying did not hesitate to take the risk of attracting the attention of the royal family to play the piano, in order to find out her position from the melody she is best at.

This guy……

Hei Hua raised his head with a complicated expression, and met Hua Yingying, who was floating in the air, playing the piano and smiling.

She understood what Hua Yingying meant.

Since there is no way to stop Hei Hua from taking revenge, then at the end, use this piece of piano music to send off her former good sisters.

Yin Niang's eyes also followed the dancing posture, and quickly searched among the crowd.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and as the sound of the piano came to an end, the graceful dance also slowly ended.

Yin Niang stopped her dancing posture, her hands were hanging down, and a thin layer of sweat floated on her forehead.

The audience applauded like thunder, and the crowd applauded, but Yin Niang turned around and walked up to Long Chaohua.

The two looked at each other across a red table.

Long Chaohua smiled slightly: "Why, go down after dancing, and continue dancing before finishing. You don't want me to applaud you, do you?"

"..."

Yin Niang didn't speak, but her eyes slowly moved down to Long Chaohua's chest.

There, a piece of black yin-yang fish amber exudes a faint light.

Seeing Hu Po, Yin Niang's expression became a little more relaxed, and she bowed to Long Chaohua lightly, "I've heard about His Highness Poison Chong's name for a long time, but seeing him today, I really look hideous."

"Why? I'm also an emperor's heir, so being so rude doesn't do you any good?"

Long Chaohua looked at Yin Niang who suddenly provoked her with some amusement.

She knew that Yin Niang's real body was Hang Yanling, but she didn't know why the other party wanted to provoke her at this time.

"It's really not good for me, but I really want to scold you like that."

Yin Niang smiled, turned around and walked in front of the crowd, and said loudly: "Everyone, I know that you are not here today to watch me dance or listen to the proprietress singing. You have been looking forward to a tragic fight, The chaotic actions organized by this poisonous bug—but unfortunately, I am only 13 years old, I can’t see so much blood, and I can’t see people dying in front of me——Mingyuelou will talk about it here today , no one will die on this platform."

"Eh?"

Hua Yingying, who had planned to put away the qin, slipped her hand and dropped the qin to the ground with a plop.

"Wait, wait, wait - which one is this?"

Unfortunately, her voice was drowned out by the cheers of the spectators.

The big guys don't care whether Yin Niang is really capable of guaranteeing that no one will die today, what they care about is that today's bustle seems to be bigger than they imagined.

There are those who fight to the death for the belief, how can there be others who are not fighting for the belief, but simply want to guarantee that no one will die here?

This is so lively! ?

"If you can really guarantee that no one will die, I think that the name of that little saint in Nanzhou will be on your head!"

Among the crowd, I don't know who made such a coax.

Soon, it was as if a pot of cold water was poured into the oil pan, and the hot oil droplets splashed out.

The onlookers quickly booed.

After waiting for so long, the girl who was considered a saint by the Taoist sect came to Dongzhou, and the first thing she did was to kill.

This made Zhengtian Taoist Temple and the entire Taoist sect lose a lot of face. Now the crowd is booing not only to applaud Yin Niang, but also to disgust the once invincible Taoist forces openly and secretly.

After all, those who watched the funeral were not afraid of a big funeral, and it was rare for the Daoists to be deflated for a while. Why don't they seize the opportunity to disgust them for a while?

Hua Yingying hurried to Yin Niang to ask for clarification, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of golden light, and at some point a big bald lama jumped up on the stage.

He is the most irritable buddha in Tantra.

Because he was afraid that the saint would be in danger, the leader of Tantric Buddhism today is this fiery, arrogant and unreasonable Buduo.

When the crowd saw Bu Duo jumping onto the stage, they all held their breaths. After all, everyone couldn't figure out what the purpose of the Tantra who had just been hit hard was to be the first to stand out at this time.

Hua Yingying subconsciously stopped in front of Bu Duo, but Bu Duo did not approach Yin Niang. He bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to Yin Niang three times.

"The grace of saving lives, the gift of silver, we have nothing to repay."

Seeing this mighty lama kneel down to the little Yin Niang, the crowd chattered again.

Yin Niang frowned and looked at Bu Duo who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "I said, I just can't bear to see others die in front of me—I don't intend to make you kneel down."

"But we prairie people must repay our kindness, and we must pay for our grudges... Today you speak out here, and I see so many people in the audience who are unwilling to believe you-I am not convinced. Those bastards of the Taoist faction are not Playing around the rules, hurting people, and now hiding in the audience. They used to bully you Mingyuelou, but now they dare not do it; you saved my fellow family and donated money, but you ended up being laughed at by others. I can't bear it, I can't stand it!"

"What do you think is up to you, let's go, Sister Yingying."

Without paying attention to Bu Duo on the stage, Yin Niang took Hua Yingying's hand and walked down the altar.

Poor Hua Yingying still couldn't figure out the situation.

"What saves people!? What money!? What's going on!? Ah???"

Seeing Yin Niang walking away, Bu Duo bent down, prostrated himself on the ground, stretched out his hands, and kowtowed to Yin Niang.

In their tantric etiquette, this is an action that only respects gods and Buddhas.

The audience were all puzzled, but Bu Duo didn't explain much, he got up from the ground, his facial features were ferocious, his eyebrows were raised, and he shouted in the direction of Zhengtian Taoist Temple: "Okay, Now it's time to settle accounts with you—Dongzhou people who are full of etiquette and morality on weekdays, self-denial and good life, your little saint killed my master and killed my fellow disciples. If you don't give us an explanation now, you will pay back from now on. How can you convince the crowd!"

The faces of Zhengtian Daoist were as sinking as water, and when Bu Duo's fingers were on their heads, a middle-aged man in green robe jumped up and landed on the altar with a gust of wind.

"Since you want an explanation, we will give you one. I am the contemporary master of the Zhengtian Daoist Temple, Li Zhengxuan——I am not here today to discuss the Dao with you group of barbarians from outside, but to return our righteousness. The Taoist Temple is innocent, and the justice of the world is restored——bring it up to me!!!”

Following Li Zhengxuan's words, several disciples of the Zhengtian Taoist Temple under the Ming Altar squeezed out from the crowd and walked towards the Ming Altar.

Each disciple held a rope in his hand.

And these ropes are all pulling in the same direction - that is a woman who was blindfolded with cloth strips, her ears were plugged with cotton, her mouth was sealed with sackcloth, her head was bowed, and she said nothing.

Someone who has seen the excitement before can tell at a glance, isn't this the "little sage" from Nanzhou who massacred Tantric Buddhism at that time?

The little sage is now imprisoned in an iron cage with wheels underneath, pulled by ropes, like a circus performance being visited, and the tightly restrained "little sage" is put on the altar.

Li Zhengxuan looked at Bu Duo solemnly.

"We Dongzhou people are different from the barbarians. We have our own way and correctness, and we also have the way of heaven and justice on our side-now I will let you see clearly, set up the formation!!"

After bringing the prison cage to the bright stage, several male disciples of Zhengtian Daoist Temple immediately stood at the southeast corner of the arena, reciting the mantra in a low voice.

"What are you going to do, kill me too?"

Bu Duo looked at Li Zhengxuan with a sneer, but Li Zhengxuan just swept the whisk away and said solemnly:

"I will do my best to invite the Patriarch to confirm this saint again... If the Patriarch still thinks she is a saint, then your tantric sect deserves it, you deserve to die. But if the Patriarch does not recognize this person It’s a saint—then I’ll use her life and blood to sacrifice your dead compatriots in front of you, how about it?”

Chapter 65 Frenzy

The girl in the cage was restrained as much as possible like a beast hunted by a hunter.

Sight, hearing, touch.

In this way, he was loaded in a prison cart and pushed onto the altar, where everyone watched, let alone a "little saint", and he didn't even have the right to be called a "human being".

Seeing the young girl imprisoned in this way, the naked Buduo couldn't help but have a complicated expression when he remembered that she was still the target of his group a few days ago.

Although he and this little sage from Nanzhou used to be in opposing camps, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled when he saw that the Taoist sect, who should have been her staunchest supporter, treated her like this when she was invited here.

That is not sympathy for the murder of the enemy of the same clan, but emotion for the same "pawns used by those in power".

The reason why the Daoists treat their saints like this is naturally to preserve their "reputation", and at the same time they are unwilling to give up the "living saints" they finally obtained from Nanzhou.

If the little saint was chopped to death after a short trial, they would also count as upholding justice and killing demons.

If the little saint is still alive after a while trial, then they will be the ones who will suffer.

Ugh……

Forget it, whatever.

Bu Duo was a little tired, shook his head, turned his head and jumped off the altar following Yin Niang's direction.

Sitting behind the red table, the poisonous princess looked at the motionless kneeling villain in the prison car, her eyes narrowed, and before she could speak, Lai Laizi, who was wearing a black cloak behind her, took a step forward.

"Wait, how could it be..."

Originally, she wanted to reveal the identity of the villain imprisoned in the cage, but Lai Laizi suddenly remembered what Hang Yanling told her before she died the night before, so she bit her lip.He was about to raise his hand to make a seal, but was stopped by Long Chaohua raising his hand.

"Don't move." Long Chaohua shook his head: "Although I don't know why you want to save this damned person, don't worry, she won't die here."

"why?"

Long Chaohua casually pointed to the audience: "Besides the Dragon Guard I brought, there are a few more people over there. The Dragon and Tiger King He Kui, the Flood Dragon King Chu Zhenhai... the top masters from Dongzhou are staying here, eyeing you Staring at the table."

Lailaizi looked in the direction Long Chaohua was pointing at, and as expected, there were these two powerful auras among the crowd.

A majestic sitting in the center of the dragon guard, wearing a golden helmet and armor, with his hand on the saber at his waist, is not angry and majestic.

The other was hiding in the crowd, wearing a gray robe, sitting on a maza and drinking wine, staring at the cage with gloomy eyes.

Originally, both of them restrained their sharpness, but at the moment when the prison car was brought to the altar, both of them could not help revealing the coercion of the strong Jindan period.