Wei Jisi and Wei Sixing frowned and looked at each other.

The old woman in the dragon robe also looked back slightly.

After less than three breaths, Wei Jisi stepped forward and whispered something in front of the saint.

Everyone saw that after hearing this, the saint nodded slightly, turned around, and continued as usual, ignoring the golden light.

Because Wei Jisi was sweating on his forehead and was getting closer, he heard that Brother Wang seemed to say that there was a fight in the Xunyang Grottoes today, and it was normal for Tianshu to react, and it was in the plan.

Wei Sixing digested it and breathed a sigh of relief for a while.

Wei Jisi returned with a calm look on his face.

Wei Sixing greeted him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Brother Wang, who was facing away from everyone below the stage, his face was quickly gloomy and he pursed his lips tightly.

Wei Sixing wiped sweat and felt a little irritated. He whispered to Wei Jisi: "Is it so serious? Didn't Brother Wang just say that he was expected?"

"It was indeed expected, but Tianshu's reaction means that the Donglin Buddha has stopped and operated with all his strength."

"Those rebels in the Tiannan River are so powerful? Force Wei Rong, Madam Song and others to do this?"

Wei Jisi suddenly shook his head, his eyes gradually calmed down: "Don't panic, I have already asked Wei Wu to bring the real fake tripod sword over. I can give it to Wei Rong at a critical moment. It was originally dedicated to the saint... Unlike

The fake tripod like the white jade Buddhist bead, with the fake tripod sword, not only mobilizes the Donglin Great Buddha, but also can mobilize the power of Tianshu and the four Buddha statues. One big Buddha cannot deal with the rebels, and the four plus Tianshu cannot deal with it?"

Wei Sixing was stunned for a moment and reacted. After a while, a smile appeared on his face and quickly hid it.

"Brother Wang is still far-reaching in his plan and has considered it a lot."

Wei Sixing's tone was admiring, and Wei Jisi nodded indifferently.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the ceremony officially began.

Wei Jisi and Wei Sixing turned their heads one after another and followed the old woman in the dragon robe to the Tianshu together.

The only one who is qualified to go up today is the main priest and accompanying priest.

Under the gaze of everyone, the figures of the three were pulled long by the sun.

The old woman in the dragon robe had a calm back and slowly climbed the stairs.

Wei Jisi looked slightly squinting as if he was stabbed by the sun, but the deepest part of his eyes was filled with a ray of burning light that was as hot as the sunlight, and he walked up step by step.

Wei Sixing bowed his head deeply.

I just feel that today's sunshine is particularly dazzling.

So are they.

...

Outside the Xunyang Grottoes, on the official road not far away.

The carriage driven by Yan Liulang and others was stopped.

Ouyang Rong frowned and opened the curtains, looking at the scene of water mist and sword energy turbulent in front of him.

It is a strange phenomenon on the other side of Xunyang Grottoes!

Fighting started.

It's a big battle.

"Mingfu..."

"Be on the spot and don't get close."

Ouyang Rong quickly instructed Yan Liulang and put down the curtain without waiting for his answer.

Ouyang Rong ignored Xiao Mo Jing.

I found a genuine Peach Blossom Spring Record from the sword box. Before he could burn it, he simply kneaded it into a piece of paper and started swallowing it with a cup of herbal tea brought from Fangjia Villa.

This scene is like a child taking bitter medicine, eating voraciously.

The little Mo Jing, who was originally bored and shook her legs next to her, stopped shook her feet. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at the young man in Confucian shirt who was eating paper and inexplicably.

Ouyang Rong, who had swallowed the runes, ignored the little guy's strange gaze, closed his eyes tightly, and chanted a spell in his mouth.

Show the decree of God!

The atmosphere passed quietly for a while.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

No movement!

He waited for a long time, but he didn't remember the success of the sect.

But strangely, the merit was deducted by three thousand.

Somewhat weird!

Ouyang Rong waited for a long time, but there was still no movement.

Fuck, is it another fake?

Even the authentic Peach Blossom Land Records hidden by the Northern Wei royal family are fake?

Let’s talk about you all fakes, right? You’re just cheating on future generations?

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and frowned.

But since it is fake, why did he deduct three thousand of his merits?

Where did the three thousand merits go?

Could it be that the Buddha was ignored?

After making two consecutive mistakes, Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, forced himself to stand his mind, calm down and thought quickly. At this moment, Miaosi's voice came from the side:

"Little Rongzi, do you have any quirks?"

Ouyang Rong looked down and ignored him.

Miaosi tilted her head and lit her lips with her fingers:

"Hey, can you still eat paper and ink like this fairy girl? "

She asked seriously: "Xiao Rongzi, by the way, what does it taste like when you humans eat paper and ink raw..."

Halfway through her speech, she couldn't hold back her expression. She turned over and lay on the table, laughing and slapped the table:

"Hahaha, Xiao Rongzi, very stupid, no one!"

Ouyang Rong glared at her:

"Don't make trouble, go back!"

He immediately stretched out his hand and wanted to stuff the little ink essence into his sleeve, but the latter's slow words made the young man in Confucian shirt stop all the movements:

"Where did you come from the fake? Why did you imitate Xiao Taozi's writing? This was not written by him at all, but the handwriting was imitated vividly. However, without Xiao Taozi's literary spirit, it could deceive others and not be deceived... Xiao Rongzi,

You might have spent a lot of money on buying it, hahaha, the most unfair species, no one! I am so happy that I am so sad."

Xiao Mo Jing rushed to the scene and laughed at him hard, and Ouyang Rong suddenly became quiet.

Miao Si was suspicious and protected her chest with both hands: "You...why are you looking at this fairy?"

Ouyang Rong stared at him and asked, "Are you very familiar with Tao Yuanming and his literary style?"

"I know all the nonsense, the fairies who turn into ashes."

"Where can I find his original works as soon as possible now?"

At this moment, Ouyang Rong saw Xiao Mo Jing showing some strange expressions, and took out a stack of paper from his arms with new and old ink words on it.

Ouyang Rong recognized the top one, and he vaguely remembered it was an IOU that he wrote to Miaosi one time, as if he was in a hurry to borrow Lingmo.

Miaosi casually took out an IOU from a thick stack of IOUs and put it on as if she was not worth it.

"What you mean by the authenticity... is this?"

Ouyang Rong bowed his head slightly:

"This is……"

Xiao Mo Jing looked at the original work on the old IOU, threw it on the ground, and stomped his feet hard before he relieved his anger:

"That old boy's IOU, I owe it in the first year of Yixi, and it's been almost three hundred years of credit. Oh my, I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I think about it. I have money to buy wine, but I don't have money to buy ink, and I'll collect it.

Such a follower, I will starve to death!"

Ouyang Rong:…???
Chapter completed!