The Shuiyue Pavilion was still full of guests, with humans, demons, ghosts, and demons all sitting together. They were all drunk, punching and gambling without any grudges.
Bei Ming bought two jugs of wine and handed one to Jingzhi. Jingzhi, who had always been self-disciplined, did not refuse.
He took the wine and took a swig, but for those who have never drank, the first sip is always fatal.
Jing Zhi covered his mouth in pain and kept coughing. Seeing how helpless he was, Bei Ming laughed happily.
"So this is where you asked Pindao to come?"
Bei Ming smiled and asked, "Isn't it bad?"
Jing Zhi raised his eyes and focused his gaze on the drunken people, demons, ghosts, and monsters in Shuiyue Tower, and then shook his head: "Playing with things makes you lose your mind."
"..."
Jingzhi placed the wine bottle on the long steps outside Shuiyue Tower, and said goodbye to Bei Ming, "Bei Ming, if you just want to trick me into drinking with you, please forgive me for not being able to accompany me."
"Do you think they are happy?"
"What?"
Bei Ming's eyes also fell on Shuiyue Tower: "There are many good places to go in Qiye Continent, such as Shixian Street in Zengcheng, Linlang Waterfront in Jiuyi, Qiancao Mountain in Jiangling, Long River Valley in Yumen, Jimo
Of course, there are also the birds playing with the phoenix at your mysterious site. But among these good places, my favorite place is the Shuiyue Tower in Chongquan."
After saying that, Bei Ming paused briefly and looked sideways at the cold-faced Jingzhi: "Don't you ask me why?"
Jing Zhi didn't answer, obviously he didn't care.
"Because only here, humans, demons, ghosts, and demons will forget where they came from, indulge in fine wine and delicacies, and enjoy themselves with people of the same race and those of non-common races."
Jing Zhi, who was a little impatient at first, suddenly turned his eyes to a deep look. He turned his head and focused his gaze on the people, demons, monsters and ghosts hugging each other in the building.
"You saw the massacre of people by monsters in Zengcheng, you saw people's hatred of monsters in Jinling, and then you saw the harmony between people and monsters here."
Bei Ming turned around and looked at Jing Zhi, whose eyes had lost clarity again: "Jing Zhi, everything in the world has always been very complicated. Hostility and compatibility, love and hatred can often coexist."
Jing Zhi was silent for a moment and asked: "So no matter how many people the monsters kill, people should forgive them without any bottom line?"
"..." Beauty is beautiful, but her brain is too crazy!
Could it be that the Yue Zhengjia couldn't explain it to Jing Zhi, so he was so angry that he kicked him out for training?...
Bei Ming felt regret for the first time. He regretted what he had done to take advantage of someone's sex. Now he was fine. He was inexplicably put on the spot and was so angry that she couldn't bear to scold him, but he might not be able to beat her.
Frustrated!
Bei Ming stomped his feet twice, stretched out his hand and pulled the person forward.
"Beiming, let go!"
"Le Zheng Xichen, you should shut up, otherwise, do you believe I will immobilize you for a hundred days?!"
"..."
The two of them twisted around for a while and arrived at the water bank of Chongquan.
There is a thatched hut on the shore, and a big demon wearing a cassock with three colorful feathers hanging from his forehead is sitting cross-legged on a transformed green lotus with a kind and peaceful expression.
In front of him, there was a long queue, and most of the people in the queue were people.
An old woman at the front of the line held a girl with pigtails in one hand and performed a Buddhist salute with the other: "Great Bodhisattva of Fanyin, how much do you think my daughter is worth?"
Fanyin raised his eyelids slightly, then dug his palms out and took out a piece of silver. He handed the silver to the old woman. The old woman immediately let go of the girl and happily took the silver.
The old woman carrying the money turned around quickly, and the little girl who was left behind shouted uneasily: "Aniang——"
But the old woman didn't look back and ran faster.
The girl raised her feet and wanted to catch up with the old woman, but the girl's legs were short. In a moment, the old woman had run far away, and the girl couldn't catch up.
The female doll shouted in fear: "Ah
Mother, mother-in-law——"
At this time, under the heavy spring, a huge snake came out of the water. It opened its bloody mouth and wanted to swallow the lonely female doll. However, just as he opened his mouth, Jingzhi blew out a stream of snake.
The spiritual power shattered three or five teeth.
This commotion made Fanyin jump off Qinglian in such a hurry. He did not embarrass Jingzhi, but just called out to the old woman who was running away with the money: "Your baby is not dead, you have to keep the money."
When the old woman heard this, she grabbed the money and said, "Great Bodhisattva of Fanyin, I have sold my daughter to you. She is not dead, and it's not that I don't want her to die."
As she said that, the old woman glared at Jingzhi bitterly: "Are you too nosy?"
Jing Zhi was dumbfounded. He held the trembling female doll with tears streaming down her face and asked, "She is your child. How could you watch her feed the monster?"
"Why not?" the old woman asked, "She is the flesh that fell from my body. I can sell it if I want. Is it your turn to take care of it?"
"..."
The old woman tightly covered the silver in her sleeves and said to Fanyin: "Fanyin Living Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva and I have money and money. Girl... I don't want it anymore."
Then, the old woman stopped talking, turned around and ran into the night.
Fanyin held the Buddhist beads and walked slowly to Jingzhi: "Amitabha, the little Taoist priest is polite."
"snort."
Faced with Jingzhi's rudeness, Fanyin kept a suitable smile. He stretched out a hand and said to Jingzhi: "If the little Taoist priest likes the female doll, you can take it back, but the poor monk paid a piece of silver.
Please also ask the Taoist priest to pay the poor monk a piece of silver."
Then, Fanyin turned half sideways, pointed at the team that was as long as a swimming dragon on the river bank, and said lightly: "If the little Taoist Master is compassionate, he can pay another thousand taels to save everyone here."
Jing Zhi raised the corner of his mouth coldly, took out a thousand taels of silver notes from his sleeve, and threw it to Fanyin: "Take it!"
The corner of Fanyin's mouth almost reached its highest point, and he put the banknote into his arms unceremoniously: "The little Taoist priest is not only a living Bodhisattva, but also the God of Wealth. The poor monk likes him very much."
Jingzhi didn't answer, so he took the baby girl and started to leave.
"Oh, that's right." Fanyin frowned and clasped his hands together. His appearance was the same as that of the gods and Buddhas enshrined in temples in the world. "There are people who sell their sons and daughters by Chongquan. They don't have a thousand or nine hundred a day."
If the little Taoist priest is really a living Bodhisattva, he might as well build a house next to the heavy spring, so that he can save all sentient beings and save suffering every day."
Jingzhi paused before leaving: "You——"
"What's the poor monk?" Fanyin smiled, "Since the Taoist priest is a kind person, I would like to say a few more words. Since they chose to sell their sons and daughters, they have made up their minds to give up their children. Today, the Taoist priest is generous and saves a thousand people.
I just don’t know how the little Taoist Master plans to arrange for them.”
Jing Zhi frowned, not understanding why Fanyin asked like this, and Fanyin could also tell that Jingzhi didn't understand.
So, he turned around gracefully, wearing a purple and gold cassock, drawing a beautiful arc in the night, and saw him shouting to the queue of people selling their sons and daughters: "Everyone, you are lucky today.
A great kind man is willing to give each of you a piece of silver for free. After you receive the money, you can go home with your children."
Everyone cheered.
However, after cheering, someone jumped out and asked: "Sanskrit Living Bodhisattva, child - I don't want it anymore. Do you think I can get two ingots of silver?"
Fanyin didn't answer, and looked at the scene with half-squinted eyes.
In this silence, another person stood up and responded: "Yes, I don't want children either, I just want money!"
"Yes, yes, I don't want children! I want money!"
Soon, almost everyone said that they did not want children and wanted money.
Facing the crazy mortal, Jingzhi held the girl's hand and couldn't help but let go.
Fanyin once again clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist saying like the eminent monk in the world: "Little Taoist Master, although the poor monk is a demon, he is devoted to the Buddha. Little Taoist Master, please don't misunderstand the poor monk."
"Big demon, how can you say such nonsense?" Jing Zhi finally got angry, "If the Buddha knew that you were sacrificing human lives to the internal organs of monsters, he would probably transform into a raging Vajra and kill you."
"Tsk, tsk." Fanyin couldn't help being frightened by Jingzhi's anger and took two steps back, "The Taoist priest is not very old, but he has quite a bad temper."
Jingzhi drew his sword: "You are right, a poor man can even kill demons in anger."
Fanyin seemed to be even more frightened. He rolled up his sleeves and made a shuddering gesture: "Little Taoist Master, you want to kill the poor monk, but the poor monk feels it. But the Buddha wants to kill the poor monk, but the poor monk doesn't feel it."
As he spoke, Fanyin put down his sleeves. Where was the slightest trace of fear in his eyes?
"Little Taoist Master, the poor monk said the same thing, if you really want to be a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, then build a residence in Chongquan and spread wealth here day and night."
"No." Jing Zhi shook his head and raised his sword, "I can still kill you!"
Fanyin, who was pointed at by the sword, laughed loudly. He opened his arms and faced Jingzhi with his chest: "The Taoist priest is so courageous. Maybe the Taoist priest can try killing the poor monk and see what happens next to the Chongquan after the poor monk's death."
, will it continue?"
Jingzhi swings his sword.
Bei Ming hurriedly jumped out and stopped between a man and a demon: "We are all friends, why should we get tense when we meet?"
"Who is his friend?" Fanyin and Jingzhi shouted at the same time.
Bei Ming turned his head to the left: "San Mao'er, you are my friend, Jingzhi is also my friend, a friend of a friend, of course I am still a friend."
"..." Fanyin was speechless for a moment, "The female donor, the poor monk also said, why did a stupid young man come here today? You brought the co-author!"
Bei Ming laughed dryly and apologized hastily: "He has never seen the world, I brought him here to open his eyes."
"If it weren't for the sake of the female donor, the poor monk would not be polite to him." Fanyin sneered and rolled his eyes at Jingzhi, "I don't know what he thinks? Even gods and Buddhas dare not say that they have done anything good in the world.
Savior, who dares to give it a try?"
After saying that, Fanyin strode forward, sat back on the Green Lotus Platform, and continued his transaction of buying and selling children: "One thousand taels, a poor monk is not greedy, but he still distributes it to others. When people take the money and want to leave, the poor monk does not stop him, it is a shame.
If he refuses to leave and insists on selling his child, the poor monk will not refuse."
Hearing this, Jing Zhi was so angry that he swung his sword and wanted to kill him again. Bei Ming had no choice but to cast a restraining spell and drag him into Shuiyue Tower.