Chapter 299: Xiao Yi raised his chin provocatively, smiling arrogantly

The treasurer who was hiding in the crowd trying to escape was pushed out by the people.
He shivered and argued: "No, it's not like this—"
"Don't hide it from you, Hongjia Mipu, now my second brother's person is taking care of it."
Nan Baoyi interrupted him and told the truth:
"After the drought, the shopkeepers of the Grain Chamber of Commerce, represented by Wan Owner, found my second brother and tried to unite him to increase the price of food, but the second brother refused.
"The forces behind Ten Thousand Shopkeepers, such as Taishou Cheng, and joining the army such as Xia, immediately became angry and turned into anger, not hesitating to retaliate by burning grain, which led to today's situation.
"The drought in Shu County was a natural disaster. Tens of thousands of catties of grain were burned, but it was a man-made disaster. Instead of scolding me as an unnecessarily evil girl, it is more serious to bring Cheng Hao to justice."
Nan Baoyi has an elegant posture.
The fire blazed behind her, devouring the entire Zhennan Temple.
Her long snow-white hair was flying in the mountain breeze, and her sickly pale face showed a strange beauty, which was extremely touching.
The people looked at each other a few times and felt guilty for each other.
Someone took the lead:
"South Fifth Girl, I'm sorry you wronged you as a Xie Chong girl before!"
"Yeah, I just picked up a rock and hit you... It's ridiculously wrong, please forgive me!"
"I said long ago that the Nanjia Jishan Home, how could it be evil, you don't listen to me!"
Everyone was chattering, looking at Nan Baoyi with kindness and respect.
Nan Yan knelt in the corner, her beautiful little face turned blue and purple.
She clenched her fists tightly, wishing to kill Nan Baoyi with her eyes!
She worked so hard to set up the situation, why can this escape again and again? !
I hate it!
Pavilion on the hillside.
Gu Chongshan took a drink with one hand and drank half a cup of spirits slowly.
He curled up the corners of his red lips, "This girl from Nanjia is really interesting."
The little who was standing behind him said respectfully: "Enjoy the Supervisor, Governor Xue Dadu's wolf guard is already on the way to come, and I will definitely conflict with Jingxihou. The game between you and the Nan girl will soon Can tell the winner."
Gu Chongshan stared at the clearing.
A young man of his age, with a blood-stained shirt and riding solo, with a mosquito, chopped down all 108 monks with high martial arts in Zhennan Temple to the ground.
It is a hearty gesture.
The black horse neighed and rushed towards the old host.
The steed raised their front hoofs, shocked the old host and everyone around him backed away.
Xiao Yi grabbed the reins with one hand and waved the Mo knife with the other, the blade pointed directly at the old host's front door.
He raised his chin defiantly, smiling arrogantly: "Zhennan Temple, but so!"
The old host folded his palms together and said "Amitabha Buddha" calmly.
Nan Baoyi stared at him, "The abbot has long known that I am not the evil girl in the nursery rhyme. However, I still betrayed the Cheng family and the Xia family, trapped me in unrighteousness, and even set fire to me. They all said that my family was compassionate. Where is the compassion of the host?"
"Xia Canjun promised to the poor monks that as long as his daughter wanted to burn you in front of the people in Shu County, he would donate 200,000 taels of snow-patterned silver to Zhennan Temple, and lead the army to dig and release water and irrigate ditches. Dead donor One, to save the world, the poor monk is a great merit. Even if you die here today, you will definitely be able to go to the Western Paradise and ascend to Buddha."
The old host's eyes are cold and old.
As the mountain breeze blows, the robes and sleeves hunt and dance.
In the eyes of the people, there is quite a monk demeanor.
The mountain breeze howled.
"Death to me, save the world, in your eyes, is it a great merit?"
On the high platform, the girl's voice became a little cold.
She stood up.
Three thousand white hair, flying wantonly.
The wide snow-white skirt swayed with the wind, with a fairy and grace, as if about to go home in the wind.
She stared at the old host, "You know that the nursery rhymes are fake, but you still give me the notoriety of "Xie Chong", which is a deceit.
"You are a child of the Buddhist family, but you teach and receive privately with officials, it is six impures.
"Amitabha Buddha in your mouth, but in your heart you want to kill me and then hurry. It's the devilish nature.
"You obviously have a thousand ways to clarify nursery rhymes as a high monk, expose the sins of Xia Junjun, and let the government help the people, but you chose the most nasty one.
"You think you are great, but you don't know that your heart is despicable and you don't have Buddha's mind!"
"You are unbearable to host Zhennan Temple!"
The old host is about to split.
The blue veins on the back of his hand were violent, and he stared at Nan Baoyi fiercely: "The poor monk is dedicated to the Buddha and only wants to save the people from water and fire. How dare you question that the poor monk does not have the mind of Buddha?!"
The people were silent.
They looked at the old host from time to time and Nan Baoyi from time to time.
Only from the appearance, one is an eminent monk who has a precious robes and is cold and dusty.
One is a demon girl who is damaging the world, with a childlike face and red lips.
but……
The monk looks hideous, like a monster.
The demon girl's eyebrows were clean and bright as sunshine.
Which is good or bad, at a glance.
It can be seen that the demons and ghosts in the world cannot be distinguished by their appearance alone.
The murmurs gradually sounded around, all of which were from the old host.
The old host's face was twisted, "You demon girl, the poor monk killed you to thank the world!"
Before he took half a step, Xiao Yi's Mo Dao tipped casually against his neck.
He smiled: "If Benhou doesn't kill the monk, it doesn't mean that he can't kill the monk. Do you want to try?"
The old host is even more angry.
The old eyes gradually congested, killing thoughts everywhere, as if about to be enchanted.
He abandoned his abbot's demeanor and roared ferociously: "Kill you alone to save the world, the poor monk is right! The poor monk will save all living beings. The poor monk is the one who wants to go to the Western Paradise!"
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist horn is particularly loud.
The old monk with white beard and hair, wearing an orange cassock, came in the air.
Behind him were dozens of monks, all of whom were in the cellar, who had sat and talked with Nan Baoyi.
"Niezha, don't you go back?!"
The old monk scolded.
With his whisk 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 performed Buddhist etiquette calmly.
Xiao Yi gave him a salute.
The old monk turned to the high platform again, looked at Nan Baoyi carefully for a long while, and said with a smile: "The old Taoist priest, I have accepted a good apprentice."
Nan Baoyi pursed her small mouth.
She didn't know the depth of the old monk, so she only bowed respectfully.
The old monk turned to the people and said loudly: "What happened today is the fault of my Zhennan Temple. This female benefactor is not so-called evil, and Lao Na is here to justify her. Drought is a natural disaster and cannot be changed by man. According to the nursery rhyme, you can let go. As for this wicked barrier, Lao Na will bring it back and be punished."
"Master—"
"To shut up!"
The old monk cast his eyes on the old presiding officer in an annoyed way, "Say and talk, and beat and beat them, and you have lost all my old face! Why is my apprentice so smart and my apprentice so stupid?! "
The old host was getting old, and was publicly admonished, his cold and old face immediately swelled red.
He pinched the robe and bowed his head shyly.