What!?

There was an uproar in the audience.

Two years ago, Empress Changsun passed away, and Princess Changle resolutely walked into Zhongnan Mountain to pray for Empress Changsun to practice Taoism... But this is only temporary!

It only takes three years to keep mourning.

She will never be a female Taoist priest for the rest of her life, right?

If Fang Yiai really wants to practice Taoism, why don’t he find a professional master? But he is the teacher of Princess Changle... He obviously put on a vest in order to deal with this defense...

And so many women don’t worship them.

I just want to be a disciple of Princess Changle, but why don’t I think she is beautiful?

shameless!

In the team in the palace, countless gazes looked at Li Lizhi with a strange expression.

"Sister?"

Princess Gaoyang's beautiful eyes widened and asked in surprise: "When did you accept Fang Yiai as your disciple? Why don't I know?"

...You don't know much, Fang Ying kissed your sister's mouth and touched her whole body, but will she tell you about this?

Princess Yongjia's pretty face was slightly red.

She herself had many secret meetings with Fang Ying. The feeling of having an affair was very exciting, especially in front of the person involved, the other party didn't know...

It's really hard to stop and becomes more and more addictive.

Facing Princess Gaoyang’s questions.

Li Li's clear and beautiful face was also a little unnatural, but she nodded: "No, Fang Erlang has been worshipping me as his teacher."

Although I know that house wins nonsense.

But she had to help Fang Ying make this lie clear, because it was related to the overall situation and the foundation of the Tang Dynasty. She, the eldest princess, had no choice but to do so.

"Master Bianji, do you need to confirm with Princess Changle?"

Fang Ying looked at the Bian Ji opposite and asked plainly.

“No need.”

Monk Bianji shook his head.

On such an occasion, even if he confronts Princess Changle in person, can the other party deny it? I am all the saints of others. If the princess of the Tang Dynasty does not help her own Taoist sect, can she still help you a monk?

Bian Ji opened his eyes again, looking like a great monk.

"The donor of the house, then start the debate."

The so-called defense is a question and answer.

The person who asks the question can ask the question at will. The answerer must answer correctly to be considered a winner. If the call is wrong, the questioner will give the answer.

If the questioner himself cannot beat it, it is considered a draw.

If the outcome is difficult to determine, then continue the Q&A and it will not be considered as the end until one side loses.

Fang Ying first asked: "What is Buddha?"

Bian Ji was slightly stunned, then a hint of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not expect that Fang Ying would ask such a simple question.

The scene was also in an uproar.

Everyone also showed disappointment and disappointment.

They were also immersed in Fangying's cool and cool appearance, and could not extricate themselves for a long time, but found that the object they were looking for was an embroidered pillow and a candle.

I saw Bian Ji clasped his hands together and replied, "Buddha, since he is a Buddha."

Unexpectedly, Fang Ying shook his head.

"wrong!"

This word is so abrupt that everyone was confused, and everyone looked at each other, as if saying:

"Wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"How do I know!"

The opposite Detective Ji looked at him mocking: "Please give me advice from the donor."

Fang Ying opened his mouth: "It's very simple, take Lord Changsun as an example..."

Lord Changsun?

Is it Changsun Wuji?

There are so many people in the Tang Dynasty, why do you take Changsun Wuji as an example? There were countless court officials at the scene who looked stiff.

At the beginning, Fang Ying contributed a horseshoe. His Majesty was overjoyed and wanted to reward him, but was stopped by Changsun Wuji. Now, I always take Changsun Wuji as an example... There is nothing good about Fang Yi's love.

Just as everyone was complaining in their hearts.

Fang Yinglanglang's voice had already sounded from the stage.

"In the seventh year of Zhenguan, the saint named Changsun Wuji as Sikong..."

"That's Sikong! He is known as the Three Dukes together with the Taiwei and Situ. Since the Northern Wei Dynasty, "ranking the Three Dukes" is the ultimate goal of civil and military ministers. However, this position is highly powerful, and only when a person dies will he be given a Three Duke. The title of Lord Changsun gave it to him when he was alive. This is amazing..."

I will only give a title when I die? I will get it when I live? Isn’t this cursing Lord Changsun to die?

Ahhhh! Fang Yiai! I want to kill you!

Off the stage, Changsun Chong's face turned purple and his whole body was trembling with anger.

The powerful people in Chang'an twitched, and looked at Changsun Chong, who was already angry with puffer fish, thinking that Fang Yiai had indeed released poison.

They thought the house won on the second floor.

In fact, Fang Ying has been so high on several floors... Two days ago, he not only touched Changsun Chong's wife Princess Changle, but also kissed her... Isn't this humiliation a hundred times stronger than now? Unfortunately, this kind of thing For the time being, I can only shoot quietly, and I don’t want to make a sound.

On the stage, Fang Ying continued.

"Then we usually say that Changsun Wuji is Sikong, but we don't say that Sikong is Changsun Wuji, but why in your Buddhist eyes, Buddha is the Buddha?"

"Buddha, why do you mean only someone?"

"Why isn't it a title, which is what you call fruit position?"

The words fell.

Anger burst out from the scene!
Chapter completed!