When Zhao Dezhu saw the fat man venting his anger at himself, his soul was scared away. He said: "Well, I dare, no, it's not me, it's him, it's my cousin Zhao Lai Tou, he snatched the person back, I don't know anything, I immediately asked someone to let her go, you wait, you wait."

Zhao Dezhu's figure flashed, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived at Zhao Lai Tou, and slapped two slaps in the face, scolding him repeatedly: "Bastard, look at the good things you did. Why don't you invite Miss Magnolia out for me, go quickly." After that, he kicked Zhao Lai Tou desperately on the butt and kicked Zhao Lai Tou away. Zhao Lai Tou was so scared that he saw his cousin, so he didn't dare to talk too much. He got up and touched his butt, and crawled into the room where the Magnolia was imprisoned.

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color,

Form is emptiness, emptiness is color,

The same is true for feeling, thinking, action and consciousness.

The relics are the empty appearance of all dharmas.

Neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean,

There is no increase or decrease. Therefore, there is no color in the air.

No feeling, thinking, action, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind,

No color, sound, smell, taste, touch, and method, without eye,

Even the unconscious realm. No ignorance,

There is no end to ignorance, or even no old age or death.

There is no end to old age or death.

The mind has no worries, so there is no worries,

No horror,

Stay away from upside down dreams,

Ultimate Nirvana”

A Buddhist speech sounded in the air, and the Buddhist Zen singing sounded loudly. A dozen figures strode in from outside the auditorium. The eighteen people were wearing red cassocks, gray monk's robes, monk's shoes, and bald heads. Eighteen people were in two rows, chanting Buddhist scriptures, chanting the Buddha's name, putting their hands together, and walking in with a solemn look on their faces.

After entering the auditorium, the eighteen monks shouted loudly: "Namu Wuliang is my Buddha, welcome the World Honored One and invite me to appear." After saying that, he put his hands together and recited the scriptures, and a golden light of Buddha appeared on the bodies of the eighteen people, shaped like flames. With the sound of reciting the scriptures, the light gradually became brighter.

When the Buddha's light reached its peak, except for the fat man, the whole hall was confused by the dazzling Buddha's light. It was so irritated by the light that it could not open its eyes. When the people present opened their eyes again, there was a monk sitting cross-legged on the 18th-grade white lotus platform in the middle of the auditorium. Although this monk looked young and chubby, he had a solemn appearance on his face, and the Buddha's light was solemn that he was no one else, but he was back to Shaolin, Songshan. It was good to be the donor of the little monk who stood up Lingshan again.

"The little monk met Brother Zhang, who came to attend the wedding of Donor Zhao's brother. The auditorium was so chaotic. But what happened?" I saw that the donor bowed deeply to the fat man on the Buddha altar. The donor was obviously watching for a long time. At this time, he pretended to be ignorant and asked Staff Zhao.

Staff Zhao stuttered for a long time, but was so shocked that he couldn't speak. This time he did a huge mistake and shouldn't have offended the fat man. Now, the fat man came to the door, and it would be fine if he was no other family. He could kill his whole family at all. But this fat man is a person he really can't afford to offend. Not to mention himself, he is the emperor, and the ancestor of Buddhism, Rushi Buddha, when he saw this fat man, he became more obedient than a cat.

Without the need for fat man to say anything, Huang Laosan, who was behind him, stepped forward with a look of anger and told the matter. After learning about the specific incident, the donor also frowned and looked outside and said loudly: "Donor Zheng, this donor Zhao is your general. He is wrong now, and you have to deal with it. Donor Zheng, I know that you have arrived, please show up and see you."

The fat man looked calm and knew that Zheng Jingren had arrived for a long time, but the fat man didn't point it out. The fat man wanted to see if Zheng Jingren would favor his deli subordinate after seeing him.

Looking for peace in the end of the world

The hanging tassels are heavy and the clothes are light.

Who can compete for fame and fortune in the world?

Only my Jade Emperor fights Shangqing

A poem passed by, and a glory flashed in the field. A auspicious light covered the roof, auspicious aura circling around her body. She wore a twelve-drawn crown with red, white, green, yellow, black and five-colored twelve-drawn crowns, wearing a mysterious gold nine-dragon robe. The robe was mysteriously black, mixed with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and nine five-clawed golden dragons embroidered with white fine gold. Under her feet, a pair of cloud patterns stepped on the sky, holding a plain cloud flag in her left hand, holding it in her arms, and holding it behind her right hand, her face full of a white and serious demeanor and majesty that governs the world and everything. As soon as she stood there, a faint but inviolable power of the emperor dispersed. It made people dare not even breathe.

This person is no one else, but the actual master of Fengtian, Zheng Jingren, who is known as the Jade Emperor.

Zheng Jingren ignored the donor's good words, stretched his right hand forward, bowed his hands together, and bowed his hands deeply to the fat man with a cold face in the field: "My nephew Zheng Jingren, I have met the fat uncle. The fat uncle is here today, and Jingren is in a far-reaching welcome. It's great that I can get the fat uncle to come in this bitter and cold place in Fengtian."

Speaking of this, Zheng Jingren just turned around and greeted the donor, and then said to the fat man with a serious look on his face: "Fat Uncle, my nephew is not disciplined strictly, and he has caused such an angry and hated disaster. All the mistakes are wrong. Fat Uncle, please relax and see if my nephew deal with this matter."

Before the fat man could answer the conversation, Zheng Jingren turned his head and looked at Zhao Lai Tou who had just walked to the auditorium and said, "I haven't untie the hands of this girl. Staff Zhao, our army has always been very strict. I think you know what you did today. Zhao Xiaosi is your cousin. You can handle this matter yourself. If you can't satisfy Uncle Fat, don't blame me for taking action." Speaking of this, Zheng Jingren's tone turned sharp in his words, looked back at Zhao Dezhu and said coldly.

"Yes, Emperor, this matter is all caused by my cousin. My subordinates should take action to clean up the door and reorganize the military power. Xiao Si, you and my brother are in a big mistake. I can't protect you anymore. Brother, I see your parents, please apologize to them for me. Don't blame me for being cruel, go with peace of mind." The emperor's majesty cannot be violated, not to mention that Zhao Dezhu was already restless, and there was no good way for a while, so he had to make up his mind and call out the tiger-headed double hooks. His eyes closed, and his subordinates waved forward. Zhao Bae's big head soared into the sky, and blood splashed more than two meters high. Zhao Xiao Si's face was still unclear until his death, and he didn't know why his cousin, who had always spoiled himself, killed himself.
Chapter completed!