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"I don't know if Master Yi Nian is called subordinate, why is it?" Yuan Zhen was wearing a vestment, a hanging bead around his neck, and a Buddha spirit.

Without a word, he frowned and looked at him up and down.

Yuan Zhen is not annoyed, and he is not humble or arrogant.

"I'm a young man, and I have no thoughts, but I have never inquired about which temple Yuan Yuan once fell in."

Yuan Zhen saluted with his left hand: "Amitabha, the poor monk only temporarily lived in an unknown temple."

A thought with a cold expression: "Really, then I can understand that Yuan Yuan was born with a Buddha statue, but I haven't learned much Buddhism."

Yuan Zhen's expression condensed.

Regardless of his reaction, Yi Nian continued: "I have never studied Buddhism, nor do I understand the windings in the temple. But I was fortunate to have heard a master talk about Buddhism."

Yuan Zhen: "Huh?"

With a thought, he raised his eyes, his gaze was like a sharp blade, wrapped in countless auras, like a sharp sword: "Buddha learners, with a face of Buddha, full of Buddha words, what to say [賀养], just give things to others. There are also [prajna][bushi][karma][numerology], which are some profound terms that ordinary people hear."[Note]

Yuan Zhen:...

Yuan Zhen: "Donor"

Yi Nian raised his hand and interrupted him: "You call me the benefactor for a while, and you call me the lord for a while, and you claim to be a subordinate, Yuan lord, do you really understand your position?"

"If you want to be a minister, put away your polite set. If you really want to be a monk without fighting against the world, I will let someone give you a lot of credit before you. Build a temple to confess you, the abbot, and give you money for sesame oil every three or five months."

Yi Nian's words were merciless, and Yuan Zhen admitted that he was indifferent, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

There was a crack in his expression, and his smile revealed reluctance: "One thought..."

The young man stared at him with eagle eyes.

The words behind Yuan Zhen got stuck.

A thought sneered: "Buddha said, learning Buddhism should see through the world, be aloof, learn liberation. Taoism, learning is about freedom and freedom, just follow the conditions, learn to be free. I look at Master Yuan now, neither free nor seem free. , I really don't understand it, so I would like Master Yuan to clarify."

Yuan Zhen was silent.

The room was terribly quiet, and the two looked at each other, not giving way to each other.

Obviously one is a young man and the other is a teenager. Over time, the latter has the upper hand.

Yinian picked up the teacup at hand, opened the lid, drew the tea foam slowly, and took a sip. Then put it back in place.

The teacup made a soft noise on the table, very subtle, but at this time it was unusually loud.

Yi Nian sighed and said helplessly: "Those who think this way are also upside-down. Those upside down are serious problems and should be separated from them——" The words fell, and there was another long sigh. [Note]

Yuan Zhen:...

He thought, and thought of something general: "The master is a very interesting person. He is often distressed. Those who are well-known will bow to salute as soon as they see him. The master is also helpless. He said he has to return the bow. He said. Changdao: Just say hello with respect, why bother with formalism. He also said that he is most afraid of a Buddha statue, a speech of Buddha, and a person with Buddha spirit. It seems that he has entered the house and even the house is completely dyed. What's the point? The Buddha is still on the surface in his heart, and I am afraid that only the person concerned will know it."

Yuan Zhen:...

After a thought, he adjusted his cuffs and looked directly at him: "It's rare to say so much today, no wonder Yuan Yuan. I don't want to leave Yuan Yuan if I have something to do."

Yuan Zhen made him laugh, in fact, he really laughed.

He tilted his head and asked: "The subordinates knew what was wrong, and they only knew their position today. But there is still something unclear, and I want to ask for some advice."

A thought lifted his eyes.

Yuan Zhen: "Your subordinates don't know whether to call you an adult or your highness."

Yi Nian raised his eyebrows.

Yuan Zhen was generally distressed: "I don't even know which His Highness is."

Yinian's face slowly sank, and for a long time, he said, "It's okay to tell you, my real name is Qin Xiao. Do you have any questions."

Yuan Zhen pondered for a moment, and for the first time bowed his head in front of the boy: "The subordinate has passed over, and the subordinate retires."

When he walked to the door, the young man suddenly said: "This temple really doesn't like you being close to the palace, and it is very disgusting."

Yuan Zhen lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Subordinates understand."

After Yuan Zhen left, two people slowly walked out of the room: "His Royal Highness, is this person really okay?"

One thought: "With me pressed, he can't figure out any tricks."

Despite his conspiracy and tricks, he was vulnerable to absolute strength.

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Huijiu County is a small county town along the coast. By the sea, the people of Huijiu County should have a very good life.

This was true in history, but the good times did not last long. Since the water bandits along the coast, the life of these coastal people has gradually become difficult.

At that time, it was still lingering, but since nowadays, the villain is in power, the imperial concubine is in power, the court has not sent soldiers to eradicate the water bandits, but has conquered aggressively, pushing the coastal people who are already struggling to live into the abyss.

Nowadays, there are only one to two thousand people in Huijiu County. All the people who had a way escaped, and the people who had no way and hard-hearted were almost killed. Now what is left is nothing more than a corpse of walking corpses.

This lifeless dead city welcomed several ruddy men today.

"Sixth, I said you have nothing to look for, why are you running here?"

The sixth person is a thin man who is neither tall nor short, but with bulging veins on the back of his hand and strong fingers, which is very powerful at first glance.

The sixth was embarrassed and said, "I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for someone."

Others showed interest: "Who are you looking for."

It's not that they are puzzled. The sixth one has been in the gang for a year or two. He has been looking for someone long ago, so how can he wait until now.

The sixth child was silent for a while, and then he said, "It's not that I didn't mix well before and couldn't help the brothers. Now Master Songshan has brought back important news. Wang wants us to fight, and I want to bring my brother. Give him some broth when the time comes."

He said so, and everyone else laughed at the same time.

"I don't see that your kid is very affectionate and righteous. Okay, don't you just open your mouth to eat, brothers."

In their concept, their gangs are omnipotent, and they are the overlords of the sea. Once they enter their gangs, they are in the blessing nest, eating fragrant and spicy food, and so happy.

They walked for more than half an hour, and finally stopped outside a dilapidated small courtyard. The sixth one hesitated for a while before knocking on the door impatiently urged by his companion.

"Who." A weak and old voice came from inside.

The old sixth's nose became sore all of a sudden, he held back his emotions and whispered: "It's me."

There was a moment of silence inside, and then there was no sound.

Others waited and waited, but the door did not open. A few people completely lost their patience, and kicked the door open. It happened to face the old lady in the yard holding a wooden stick.

"Heh, this old lady still wants to make a sneak attack."

"Old sixth, this is your enemy."

The sixth man shook his head desperately: "No, no, you have misunderstood, I'm with her"

"You beast!!" The old lady smashed at the sixth man holding a wooden stick.

Sixth: "Wait, I, I"

"I'm not dead, I'm so tired of life." The person next to him was instantly irritated, and he stepped forward and kicked the old lady's heart.

The old lady was kicked out by this force.

The sixth person was in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. The old man on the ground vomited a big mouthful of blood, opened his turbid eyes, and said hoarsely: "Go, go, let me go--"

The water bandits thought that the old lady was driving them away, and became more angry, stepping forward to make up for a few more feet.

Halfway through, he was stopped by the sixth man. The sixth man smiled and said, "This old woman doesn't know what's good or bad, but she's a person who will soon get into the soil, so why bother to dirty the feet of a few older brothers? How unlucky?"

The man hesitated for a while: "Forget it, for the face of the sixth man, let you be a dead old woman."

The sixth man said nice things, and said: "It seems that my brother has left here, let's go."

"It's really bad luck to run for nothing."

The sixth man smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have given up my quota to the Hualou in the past few days to a few older brothers."

The gang often catches many young women back, washes them clean, and shuts them in the building. The good colors are for the powerful people in the gang to enjoy, and the poor colors are their turn. But they are all free, so everyone didn't pick it, but thanked Bangli for taking care of them.

The only distressing thing is that those women die every day without playing, and the consumption can't compare with the supply. Nowadays, there are restrictions on the entry of people in the flower house.

So when a few people heard that the sixth child was willing to give up the quota, one of them was pleased, but there was still an old woman to care for.

The sixth man took the man out and halfway down the road, he uttered, "My money bag has fallen."

He panicked: "Several elder brothers, you go first, I'll go back and look for it. I don't have any money pockets. I really want to drink northwest wind in the next few days."

Others glanced at him sympathetically, and someone "kindly" persuaded: "Old sixth, why do I think you are violating your brother. Look at you, but if you don’t find someone, you don’t want to talk about it. Crazy old lady, now I have lost my money bag. He won’t treat you specifically. My brothers have been with you for more than a year, and they feel a little emotional. Listen to my advice, don’t look for your brother, save you. Come back and hurt you."

The old sixth nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, I listen to a few big brothers, but I still have to find the money bag."

"Okay, you can go back, we won't wait for you anyway, you know the way back to the gang anyway."

The old six should be again and again.

With a few people's permission, the sixth man rushed back to the small courtyard, but the old lady who was lying in the small courtyard disappeared, except for the dazzling blood on the ground and the garish money bag in the corner.

He went up and picked up the purse, glanced at the footprints, quickly covered it, and then chased it.

Before long, he saw the familiar figure of the old man, and when he approached, he found a young man struggling to walk around with his back on his back.

The old man’s consciousness was blurred, but he was shocked when he saw Lao Liu, as if returning to the light: "What are you doing here, Xiao Jiu'er, hurry up, leave me alone, hurry up."

The young man didn't say a word, but rushed forward with the old man on his back.

The sixth child was anxious and afraid: "Slow down, slow down, don't hurt my mother."

The old man didn't hear it, and beat the young man on the shoulder: "I told you to put me down, did you hear me, Xiao Jiu'er, you didn't listen to the milk? I asked you to let go--"

The old man vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"Milk--"

"mother--"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Lao Liu didn't care about anything else and snatched the old man off, but the old man had already died of his breath and couldn't squint.

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