Cyber Daming

Chapter 222 Bodhisattva’s decree

The night is dark and people feel uneasy.

The moonlight shone on Yuan Mingfei's face, reflecting a bit of desolation.

"It seems like we are all eight generals these years, but you, the direct descendants, are just sitting back and enjoying the benefits, while those of us who have come up on our own ability are working very hard. We have worked so hard to help the gambling club make so much money. In the end, we are really just a little bit Don’t you show mercy?”

"But if there is no backer, how can the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Association monopolize so many gray industries in Chongqing? Besides, we people don't just take money and do nothing. Now we need someone to work hard, so we have to be at the forefront."

Gong Qing smiled and said, "As the old saying goes, eating people is soft-spoken and taking advantage of others is short-handed. Now we are all grasshoppers in the same boat, and it is meaningless to worry about those things in the past."

"It's really meaningless."

The hesitation on Yuan Mingfei's face gradually dissipated, and she sighed: "I can't twist the thigh with my arms, so I'll join in."

"I knew you, Sister Mingfei, were not a fool."

Gong Qing's cheeks were inexplicably stained with a blush, and she seemed to be really happy for Yuan Mingfei.

"Sister, you don't have to be upset. Mr. Zhang didn't ask Nian Bai to work. He asked me to bring you a treasure."

"what?"

The blush on Gong Qing's face gradually deepened, and golden light seemed to flash under her steamy eyes.

She stretched out her hand, her slender fingers slowly spread out, revealing a budding lotus in her palm!

But the next second, the pupils in her eyes suddenly widened, and her whole body seemed to have lost consciousness, freezing in place.

Coincidentally, Concubine Yuan Ming's expression at the moment was exactly the same as hers, and she was also frozen in place.

One second in this world, one thousand years in the Buddhist Kingdom.

The night is getting darker and the wind is blowing in the courtyard.

To ordinary people, it was just an ordinary cool night breeze, but when it blew through Gong Qing's body, it was like a bone-scraping steel knife, cutting off every inch of her flesh and blood.

Upon closer inspection, these cuts look a bit like fingernail torn marks.

In an instant, the beauty has turned into a bloody person.

Gong Qing suddenly collapsed into a pool of blood beneath her body, her re-condensed pupils filled with horror and fear.

Before the lifelike lotus flower bloomed, it was broken into countless small mechanical parts and scattered around the skirt.

"Why?"

Gong Qing raised her blood-red face, the resentment in her eyes seemed to be substantial.

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled and said, "Sister, have you forgotten where your sister lived back then?

"Isn't it the Jokhang Temple?"

"It's hell! I smelled the Buddhist stench on your body as soon as I walked in."

Concubine Yuan Ming sneered and said, "I know you can sleep, but I didn't expect you would even dare to try the Vajra Pestle of Jokhang Temple. You really don't know how to live or die."

The woman yelled heartbreakingly: "Longtu told me that you don't have a Buddhist host in your hands!"

"If I don't even have a Buddhist host, guess what I relied on to escape from the Jokhang Temple? Why didn't that bald donkey Longtu come here myself?

Gong Qing's face was dull and blood flowed all over her body.

"He lied to me that you are the Lord of the Buddha Kingdom"

boom!

An iron rod swung out from the thorn, smashing the woman's head directly into the abdomen.

Cao Cang, who had arrived late, was full of anger. He turned around and saw the woman smiling at him: "Now I am going to be on the run again. But before I leave, I want to kill this bald donkey Long Tu first!"

Boom.

Cao Cang kneeled on the ground, clasped his hands together, and placed an iron rod as thick as a bowl in the tiger's mouth.

"Dharma protector Cao Cang, please obey the Bodhisattva's decree."

jingle jingle jingle

The wind chimes that welcomed guests made a crisp sound as the store door was pushed open.

This old-fashioned gadget was popular for a while in the early days of Emperor Longwu, but it has long been eliminated.

I'm afraid it's just this old-style grate restaurant that's still in use.

The tradition of the Ming Dynasty is that both men and women have long hair, but most ordinary people cannot afford servants who specialize in taking care of their hair. Therefore, some grate makers saw the business opportunities and opened grate restaurants following the example of Xiyi.

This grate-headed restaurant named ‘Yunyan Restaurant’ follows the style of the old Ming Dynasty, and the shop inside is not very spacious.

Only two or three leather hair chairs can be placed on the tung oil wooden board, and towels, protective cloths, razors, grates and other items are placed on the three-layer wooden shelves next to them.

The only thing that may have a Xinming style is the mirror in front of the hair chair that has built-in hairstyle simulation and surround viewing functions.

On the blank wall on the right side hangs a battle scroll, which clearly shows the majestic appearance of Emperor Longwu when he personally conquered the Japanese pirates and successfully landed.

"Heavy snow is falling, hitting people's faces, the new wind is chilling to the bones, the red clouds are low and the mountains and rivers are dark, and the sparse forests are cold and withered."

The loudspeaker in the store is playing a Kunqu opera repertoire from the pre-Ming Dynasty, and the song is about The Leopard Head Going Up Liangshan on a Snowy Night.

"coming?"

The speaker's tone was strong, but it was as sharp as a knife cutting through the wind and snow.

This is an old man in his sixties, with gray beard and hair, but extremely sharp eyebrows.

Wearing ordinary bright clothes, only a two-finger-wide belt is tied around the waist. The thumb of his right hand is buckled on it, and the black jade-shaped impermanent book ring between his fingers reflects a faint light.

Li Jun nodded and said, "Here we come."

"It's not easy for you to invite me."

"There is nothing I can do. I lost most of my life in Chengdu Mansion. I finally survived, so I have to be careful no matter what."

"Then why are you willing to come now?"

"Since you have decided to kill someone, you have to see clearly who the enemies are."

"Listen to what you mean, if I advise you to stop, will you also kill me?"

"Persuasion is not resistance. I can still clearly distinguish between grudges and grievances."

Every question and every answer is like a martial artist throwing a punch, decisive and happy.

Yan Bahuang did not continue to ask questions and stared at Li Jun with a pair of tiger eyes.

Suddenly, Li Jun felt that the temperature in the museum seemed to be rising, and beads of sweat covered his vest in the blink of an eye.

In shock, Li Jun's vision seemed to be narrowing rapidly, or perhaps Yan Bahuang's figure was expanding.

After a while, all that was left in his eyes was the old but never aging face, and the increasingly high-pitched Kunqu opera singing in his ears!

The strength of this Jinyiwei Baihu definitely exceeds Xu Qi!

"In Chengdu Prefecture, the fact that you can hold Le Zhong's ruler means that you are not guilty of any serious crime before the Ming Dynasty Law."

Hearing this name again, Li Jun couldn't help but be shocked, "Le Zhong?"

Yan Bahuang said calmly: "Friends and relatives."

Li Jun frowned: "How dare the Wu family do that?"

"It's Confucianism."

A trace of sadness and anger flashed in Yan Bahuang's eyes, "He made arrogant comments about government affairs and became the leader. Under the overwhelming situation, even if I am a member of the Jin Yiwei Baihu, I can't protect him."

Sadness is that one’s heirs are in trouble and there is nothing one can do.

Anger means that if the Legalists do not fight, they will lose completely.

Li Jun was silent for a moment, then suddenly cupped his hands and bowed to Yan Bahuang.

This bow is to repay Le Zhong's life-saving grace that day.

Without the ruler he gave him, Li Jun might have died under Yu Kou's flying sword.

Yan Bahuang's body remained motionless and he accepted the ceremony with dignity.

After Li Jun raised his body, the hidden defensiveness in his eyes had dissipated a lot.

Yan Bahuang's cold face softened a lot. He patted the hair chair beside him and asked Li Jun softly: "In the past, Zhong'er liked me to cleanse his face the most. Can you give it a try?"

"my pleasure."

Li Jun grinned, strode forward and lay down in the hair chair, his expression calm and calm.

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