"Donor, you are the victim, right?" Daoran asked.

After hearing this, the dwarf threw the sharp knife and the woman's head out, and roared: "Doctor? Which eye did you see that I was suffering?! In this place, I am the emperor, and I can do whatever I want.

What’s there! You blind thief bald, see who is the victim!”

The dwarf cursed a few times, and the scene around him changed from a bustling street to a magnificent palace. The dwarf also put on a dragon robe, and there were eunuchs with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and there were also people holding various dishes.

Palace maid.

The woman who had just been killed by him turned into a concubine in a palace outfit and was kneeling at his feet, but was soon beaten to death by several eunuchs, and their bodies were not like human figures.

The short man wore a dragon robe, grabbed the rice bowl cast by gold and feasted on it. The tragic corpse in front of him seemed to be the best seasoning for him.

The dwarf who was full of oil said to Daoran: "Look, do I look like a suffering person? That's how the emperor's life is."

After hearing this, Daoran replied calmly, "The emperor does not need a golden rice bowl."

"What did you say?" The dwarf thought he had heard it wrong.

Daoran continued: "The emperor does not need a gold rice bowl, because it is too heavy, and he uses porcelain. Also, the emperor eats nothing like this. Three crispy soup, sheep tongue stickers, sprouted belly stickers, and shizhang paws

Five treasure stews and crab soup are all extremely exquisite dishes. What you eat now is just stewed with large pieces of meat."

The dwarf threw the bowl to the ground angrily and roared at Daoran: "How do you know that you, a monk, have you ever been an emperor?!"

"I haven't been, but I've been to the palace. Everything in the illusion is controlled by you, but you have never been to the palace or seen the emperor. Your palace is fake, and even the clothes on your body are more like numb short shirts.

It's not a dragon robe. Donor, you should know that everything in front of you is fake." Daoran said.

The dwarf was silent for a moment, and everything around him changed again, becoming the original bustling street. Every brick, every tile, every grass and every tree here was so real, and Daoran could not find any flaws.

Because this is where this person once lived, not the scene he imagined.

"Little monk, what are you doing here? Are you here to save me?" the man asked.

Daoran replied: "Amitabha, the little monk just passed by here and just wanted to return to the world from the Wude City."

But after saying that, Daoran asked curiously again: "A Buddhist person has come before, and wants to save the donor?"

"Haha, more than once. I have seen all the young monks and old monks. But in the city of Wushen, they are no different from mortals. I killed them dozens of times, and they themselves cursed. Over the years, only one monk was slandered.

After I made a urinal, I could still speak calmly, but all I said was the nonsense of putting down my butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha. When I was annoyed, I drove him out." The man said cruel words in a cold tone.

Daoran thought about it carefully and didn't find it strange.

The issue of the city of deceased death is definitely not the first day of Buddhism, and there will definitely be people in Buddhism who are willing to devote themselves to the resentful souls. However, now it seems that the effect is not very good.

Daoran is not surprised. The Buddhist conservation often depends on the power of magic. Repentance is based on other people's heads. For example, Fahai likes the tightness of his disciples. If it doesn't work for a day or a year, you will always be "aware"

.

Many monks also like this method, which is to use magic power to create various "tests" for others, so that the other party can "aware" in the ups and downs of life.

But the illusion in the city of Wude Death is completely controlled by the resentful soul. In this small world, the dwarf in front of him is probably more powerful than Buddha and can inflict endless pain and humiliation on others.

It is easy to test others, but when you endure the torture, how many monks can persevere? Even Manjushri Bodhisattva is a small-minded person, not to mention other Buddhist monks who may be tempted and degenerated by demons at any time.

No wonder the city of Death is left here for so many years, but the problem is just getting bigger and bigger. This is indeed a difficult bone to crack.

"Little monk, I have seen many monks. Many people say they are not here to save me, but in fact they are just playing the game with me. When I dismantle him, he cried and moved.

I advise you to be honest and confess earlier, so you will suffer less.”

As the man said, his short figure suddenly became tall and mighty, and the sharp knife in his hand also turned into a nine-ring big knife, looking at Daoran with malicious intentions.

The man's emotional change was obviously already in a state of madness.

But Daoran was not afraid and said to the man: "Amitabha, the so-called "Don't persuade others to be good without suffering others." The little monk doesn't know what you have experienced. Open your mouth and persuade others to put down the butcher's knife. That is the real sin."

Daoran really has no intention of saving this person. The fact that this person can enter the city of Wude Death means that he is innocent before his death and is innocent. In this case, if he doesn't help him with revenge, he will say that he put down his butcher's knife, even if there is one

Even Daoran can't even say the lies rewards.

It seemed that Daoran's treasure appearance was solemn and charming. The man looked at Daoran carefully for a moment, quickly returned to his original appearance, and said skeptically: "You are not here to save me, so why do you come to the Death City for the Injustice?

Huanyang has to leave the city of deceased!"

"It seems you know a lot of donors." Daoran said.

"Hmph, those monks are not all good at talking nonsense. I have been in Wudicheng City for so long and know some of the rules of the underworld." The man said proudly.

"Since donor, you know the rules of the underworld, you should know that people with serious sins cannot return to the world in the normal way, and the little monk can only use the way to die in vain." Daoran said frankly.

"The sins are serious? Even you, a young monk, can be serious? Have you done something that hurts the world, killed or stole people?"

Daoran thought about it and did not tell the story of his being cheated by the old demon in Heishan. After all, the cause and effect were too complicated and it would not be explained for a while.

Therefore, Daoran chose a simple and easy-to-understand explanation: "The little monk killed an emperor."

Sure enough, when he heard Daoran's words, the man widened his eyes.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, killing the emperor is a big shocking event.

"You, you... did you really kill the emperor? Which emperor?" the man asked in surprise.

"Chai Xihui, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty." Daoran said.

"Well, kill! This foolish lord should have died long ago! If he hadn't wanted to refine elixirs and collect any snake tax, I wouldn't have died in vain! My wife, obviously the most serious crime of killing her husband, actually because she paid ten times the snake.

Tax will exempt her from punishment!

"She took my money and was happy, but in the end she even joined a Taoist priest who knew magic. She is still happy and happy until now!" The man said loudly, and tears flowed down as he spoke.

Daoran understood most of the time, no wonder he hated so much. Not only did his enemy avoid the punishment, he also went to cultivate immortals. Even if he couldn't become an immortal, he might be able to live for a hundred or two hundred years. Seeing his enemy getting better and better, he was not at all

If you need to be punished, you will naturally not be able to swallow the resentment in your heart.

Thinking about it now, Chai Xihui is really worthy of death. Snake tax not only makes the people live in poverty, but also makes the evil people free of sin. It is simply a bad policy that harms the country and the people.

"Amitabha." Daoran didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only recite this sentence.

"Little monk, if you kill the emperor, you can avenge me half of the revenge. I will let you go. However, other people may not be so easy to talk to. When you encounter someone who doesn't want to listen to you, just turn you right away

It is possible to cut into pieces," the man reminded.

Daoran nodded, he was prepared in his heart.

There was a sudden extra fork in the bustling street, which seemed to be in the same direction as the tall buildings in the distance, but it was obvious that the location of the tall buildings was wrong, and the real exit was on this fork.

In the illusion, if you are focused on moving towards the tall building, you will probably only go further and further.

"Thank you, donor..." Daoran finished speaking, and was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "I don't know who your enemy is. If the little monk happened to meet him after he returned to the sun, he might be able to avenge you."

"Really?" the man said in surprise.

"The sea of ​​people is vast, and the little monk can't guarantee it, but he may be able to do his best." Daoran said.

"The bitch is named Yan Xijiao, and he should be in Qingcheng Mountain now!" The man said excitedly.

"Okay, the little monk remembered it, and he hasn't asked the donor's name yet." Daoran asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I am a resentful soul that will never be reborn. I don't want to taint the master's ears. As long as you can help me avenge me, I will repay my kindness in the next life."

Daoran did not force himself, so he walked towards the fork.

The more you go in, the more distorted the scene around you becomes, and it quickly becomes another appearance.

The bustling streets disappeared, but instead came to a execution ground full of people. A woman with disheveled hair was waving a ghost-headed sword and chopping off the heads of those who were kneeling on the execution ground one by one.

Among these people, some were dressed in official robes, some were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and some were mean-looking... More than a dozen people all turned into dead heads under the woman's ghost-headed sword.

But what's interesting is that after these people were beheaded, the blood splashed on the ground did not fall into the ground at all, and were all sucked in by the white banners hanging around them.

Daoran did not waste time, so he walked over and said to the woman: "Amitabha, female donor, the little monk is here to avenge you. What is your enemy's name?"

The woman holding the ghost-headed knife pushed away the messy hair on her face, looked at Daoran in surprise, and then said, "What are you saying true?!"

..............

In the world of the world, by the Thousand Lamps River.

Shen Xiu was looking at the few letter papers in front of him with a frown. This was the news that Zhu Wei sent through the Chamber of Commerce.

The content is very simple. Their business encounters people who do not abide by the rules and are seriously affected.

Qiandenghe’s main business is grain, and then various groceries. Originally, because Bai Suzhen helped, Zhu Wei got the first batch of grain, and with the name of Daoran, he successfully opened up the sales channels.

Once this business has a foundation, it will naturally develop faster.

Zhu Wei is also a business genius, and he has made the Chamber of Commerce very well in just a short time.

However, there has been something wrong with the food business recently.

On the way to transport grain twice, all the goods from the Chamber of Commerce were robbed. Zhu Wei immediately chose to report to the official. As a famous and surnamed figure in the capital, Zhu Wei would naturally receive attention.

Kaifeng Prefecture also made complete preparations and sent the most capable talents to arrest the murderers.

However, the thief was found, but he could not catch anyone.

The reason is very simple, because this is not a mortal at all, but three Taoist priests who know magic.

The food of the Chamber of Commerce was snatched by three people using magic, and after snatching it, Impermanence was given to the people directly. These three Taoist priests claimed to be robbing the rich and helping the poor, and were loved by many people.

When the three of them saw that the officials sent someone to arrest him, they were not afraid. After a few tricks, the yamen runners sent by the government were hit by ghosts and broke into a wall. They walked in place for a day and a night without going out.
To be continued...