After the autumn rain, the city of Chang'an seemed to be much refreshed. No matter how lively and grand the debate among the three religions was, the common people were just having fun and watching the rumored eminent monks reciting sutras and Taoist priests fighting.

After the incident, I returned home and continued to live my life, getting up early and working hard to make a living.

However, some people can work hard and walk around the streets, while some people are idle, eating and waiting to die.

This is especially true for rich people. Those who have the ability go to brothels and spend a lot of money just to win the smile of the oiran. They are always surrounded by literati and poets who compose poems for fun, which is very corrupt. The second group of people like famous toys, calligraphy, paintings and rare treasures.

Exotic treasures, most of these people are marquis who have followed Taizu to conquer the world for a long time. Influenced by their predecessors, they like some old things. The most despised ones are those who don't have much money on weekdays, but they want to

Those young people who follow the trend have no choice but to raise birds and dogs, which are cheap and easy to feed. As for those bloody BMWs and Western Region war horses, they are out of reach.

But among these people, there is a weirdo, Zhang Zhongming.

He doesn't like literati calligraphy and painting, nor does he collect rare treasures. He keeps dogs. But no one dares to look down on him, because he lives in the only Prime Minister's Mansion in Chang'an City, and he has a good father.

Both dogs were native dogs adopted by Zhang Zhongming’s grandfather a few years before his death. One was completely white, and Zhang Zhongming named it White Wolf. It was the kind with fierce breasts. It didn’t bite people on weekdays, but only when it saw strangers.

He started circling around the house, and the other was a yellow native dog named Dahuang, who was usually extremely lazy. He followed Zhang Zhongming to the south gate of Chang'an City, found a shady place, and lay there motionless.

After Zhang Zhongming came out of the alley, he quickly came to the south gate of Chang'an City. This is one of the few gates where people still go in and out. This is the closest gate from Chang'an City to Nanchu. Countless merchants and escorts are here.

To enter Chang'an City from here, Zhang Zhongming's main task is to collect taxes from all merchants passing by here.

Zhang Zhongming came here as usual and sat in the shed amidst the flattering voices of countless colleagues. Two local dogs followed Zhang Zhongming to the shed and lay on the ground.

At this time, a sly-looking man came in from outside with a pot of tea and quietly poured a cup of tea for Zhang Zhongming.

Zhang Zhongming glanced at the visitor and coughed twice, "Fan Zheng, you are a good boy."

Fan Zheng chuckled, put the teapot in his hand on the table, then put his hands on his sides, bent down and said, "It is my honor to serve you."

Zhang Zhongming touched Bai Lang's head, and Bai Lang rubbed Zhang Zhongming's hand flatteringly.

Zhang Zhongming looked at Fan Zheng, then at the white wolf under his command, and murmured: "What a good dog."

The Taoist who flew out came in an instant

When he arrived in front of everyone, the Taoist robe on his body was already in tatters, and his trembling feet showed that he had been seriously injured in the fight with Jiechen just now.

"Old bald donkey."

The Taoist priest gritted his teeth and looked at this Jiechen who he could not even get close to, and his heart was full of resentment. At that time, he, the star king, had no choice but to ignore the indestructibility of this Buddha.

"Haha, Junior Brother, I have told you a long time ago that Master Jiechen is an eminent Buddhist monk. You, little Xingjun, are a little embarrassed."

While he was talking, a Taoist figure suddenly appeared on the horizon, standing on the eaves in the distance, with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone on the street, and smiling slightly.

"Qingfan, I am the senior brother!"

Qing Fan laughed and disappeared again. The next second he appeared next to the Taoist priest, "Junior Brother Qinglin, Master wants you to go back."

When Qing Lin heard his master's words, he couldn't believe it. He thought Qing Fan had deceived him when he heard the next words.

"Master said, if you don't go back, if you die here, no one will collect your body."

Then Qinglin ran out of the street as fast as he could in his life, without stopping for a moment. Qingfan stood there and continued to smile, as if nothing in this world could make him sad.

"Master Jiechen, each one is his own master."

Jiechen who was sitting there was speechless. He looked a little pale and just nodded, indicating that it was okay. Wang Yi, who saw that Jiechen was a little weak, stepped forward and stood in front of Jiechen. This sudden movement made Qingfan and

Jiechen was a little surprised. One of them lamented that he was a little lucky, and someone who was not even Xingjun wanted to stop him. Jiechen couldn't bear it, and wanted to persuade him, but Wang Yi turned his head.

, smiled at Jiechen, and then Jiechen gave up the idea of ​​persuading Wang Yi.

"Why, this friend wants to stand out? Do you know that you can't handle this subordinate around me?"

Wang Yi smiled slightly to hide his nervousness. If he said he was not nervous, he would be lying. If he said no, he would be scared. He didn't believe it himself, but Wang Yi really couldn't bear to see so many people bullying an old man.

"When I was studying, there was a sentence that made me feel something even after many years."

"Oh? What are you talking about?"

Qing Fan became interested. Since both Jiechen and the boy in front of him were going to die, he didn't mind letting the boy say a few more words.

Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that were beginning to gather in the sky, and said softly: "The book says that a gentleman has certain things to do and things not to do."

"Although I am not a gentleman, I was once a scholar. Today I will imitate my ancestors and be that gentleman for once."

Wang Yi's eyes sparkled, and he was no longer afraid. He took off the scabbard from his waist and threw it aside. He held the Xiuchundao in his hand like a tiger ready for death.

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Among the three religions, Qing Fan couldn't help but take a few steps back and was shocked by Wang Yi's momentum. It turned out that there is still a righteous way in the world, but it is a pity that he will not live long.

Jiechen looked at Wang Yi's back and sighed slightly. It's been a long time since he met such a distinguished person. The last one seemed to be the senior brother who was regarded as someone who could carry forward Buddhism. However, Zhishen said that the senior brother had gone there long ago.

Go away in bliss.

"Donor Wang can do whatever he wants, but leave those men in black to the poor monk."

Wang Yi, who had his back to Jiechen, nodded and said no more. The Buddha bead in Jiechen's hand slowly rose and floated above the two people's heads, emitting soft Buddha light to protect the two people below.

Qing Fan was calm and stood on the spot. A white tiger slowly appeared on the ground beside him. He looked up to the sky and roared. He stood in front of him with extraordinary momentum. Then, an old turtle with a cold breath crawled out and looked at it with unkind eyes.

Wang Yi, a bird chirped in the sky, a red bird circled, and then a roar came from behind Qing Fan, and a green dragon flew out of Qing Fan's body.

Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu.

The four sacred beasts of Taoism slowly appeared. Wang Yi swallowed his saliva and beads of sweat began to appear on his face. He really looked down on himself. He had learned from Xiao Wenxuan that this was a common method used by Qi practitioners to pray to the gods.

Qingfan pointed towards Wang Yi, and the four holy beasts all attacked Wang Yi and Jiechen, constantly impacting the Buddha's light falling from the beads.

Wang Yi's eyes were fixed on the four holy beasts that appeared out of thin air. He knew that although these were illusory, the energy on their bodies was reminding Wang Yi that if they hit him, then his true life

In this realm, you will really die.

Wang Yi decided not to stay, and held the Xiuchun knife tightly, intending to attack Qing Fan. Qing Fan seemed to have seen Wang Yi's thoughts, and smiled and said: "Boy, I advise you to stay there honestly. If

Once you step out of the scope of the Buddha's light, I guarantee that you will first go back to the inexplicable and wonderful fall, and then face the rain of arrows from these people on the wall. If you can't avoid it, you will die as hard as you can."

Wang Yi smiled miserably and looked back at the crumbling Jie Chen. Although he didn't know how Jie Chen became so weak, he knew that if a period of time passed, Jie Chen would not be able to hold on and the Buddha's light would disappear.

Then still die.

Since it is all death, whether you die early or die late, it is still death.

Wang Yi poured out all the starlight in his body and attached it to the Xiuchun knife. He took a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and murmured: "If you die, you will die."

The young man immediately escaped from the range of the Buddha's light, with a firm look on his face, and rushed out holding the embroidered spring knife in his hand.
Chapter completed!