Chapter 392 In the Buddhist hall, the four gods jointly created the crown of chaos

"Your Highness just let him go like this? It would be unwise to fly like an eagle to patrol Liaodong!

Ji Jiulang was young, and he had already become a big star before he even reached the crown.

Nowadays, it feels like he is showing his prowess and taking the lead.

If he becomes a bad guy, he might be the second Zong Pingnan.

Besides, this son is very close to Dong Gong.

Not only is he a member of the Qianhu family in Fusi, Beizhen, but he also has the title of master and apprentice with Jianzheng.

If you really sit back and ignore it, you will be in serious trouble sooner or later!"

In the Buddhist hall of Shuiyun Temple, the charming Master Bingqing was respectful and holding a fly whisk in her right hand.

I don’t know if it was because of Yang Ping’er’s stupidity or because Xu Huaiying died inexplicably.

To express her condolences, she changed out of her Haiqing gown and wore a plain white linen mourning gown today.

The exquisite and graceful curves are more clearly outlined, with a seductive aura that arouses desire.

Inside the Buddhist hall, a curtain was lowered to cover the slender figure standing with his back.

He put his hands behind his back, and the four-clawed dragon robe with blazing gold patterns was looming.

"Bingqing, this is because you don't understand the way of qi circulation and transformation. It would be better to release Ji Jiulang from the capital.

That kid does have some energy. The more you try to suppress him and deal with him, the more likely you are to give him a chance to survive a desperate situation, or even turn a python into a dragon.

Yang Xiu, Meng Changhe, and those two idiots Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai are all like this, and they were forced to become the stepping stones for this Liaodong mud-legged person to climb higher step by step!"

The slender figure raised his head slightly, looked at the Heavenly Mother's tablet enshrined on the incense table and the extinguished ever-burning lamp beneath it, and said softly:

"Do you know why Yang Hong wanted to skin and bones Zong Pingnan and then kill him quickly?

Even if the prince comes forward, do you still insist on sending him to Zhaoyaoshan?"

Master Bingqing stood in the shadow, lowered his head and shook his head, choosing to listen silently.

The vassal king who did not reveal his true face smiled faintly and said calmly:

"Because luck and luck have their own ups and downs.

Those extraordinary genius seeds are mostly talented people who turn into dragons when encountering a storm.

Among them are people like Jiang Yingwu, who has shown his prowess since birth and has had a smooth journey, dominating his peers;

There is also Zong Pingnan, who was mediocre at first, grew up unknown, and quietly waited for the right time.

What a great accumulation, and a blockbuster success!

That Jikuro is the latter.

Nineteen years ago, Yang Hong wanted to promote his generals to be martial arts champions, so he designated the top names in the martial arts hall in advance.

In the end, Zong Pingnan, who was killed halfway, disrupted the situation, so forget it.

But Yang Hong discovered something was wrong afterwards. After Zong Pingnan entered the martial arts hall.

The energy is getting stronger and stronger day by day, and the momentum is getting stronger and stronger day by day.

In addition, he practiced Xuantian Shenglong Dao's "Three Yin Demon Killing Sword", which made Yang Hong feel disgusted, so he took action to suppress him.

As a result, it was self-defeating, and Zong Pingnan became more and more courageous.

It was not until the big competition in front of the palace that Yang Hong realized that the opponent was determined to kill seven times, which was naturally in conflict with his appearance of breaking the army.

But it was too late. Zong Pingnan had already become the top military scholar, which meant that he had achieved fame and fame, and was highly valued by the nobles in the cabinet.

King Yang Hong felt that his strength had turned from strong to weak, and that he might be firmly suppressed by Zong Pingnan, and wanted to make up for it.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to disobey the will of the East Palace and insisted on using the military department to fight against the East Palace.

He forced the prince to give in and sent Zong Pingnan to Zhaoyao Mountain.

It is estimated that it was from that moment on that His Highness the Crown Prince came up with the idea of ​​depriving the Duke of Liang of his title."

Master Bingqing also knew about this long-standing public case that resounded throughout Tianjing.

It's just that I don't know much about the inside story.

After the slender figure spoke eloquently, she suddenly realized.

"His Highness mentioned this matter because he wanted to say that Ji Jiulang, like Zong Pingnan, had an extraordinary destiny.

Suppressing and dealing with them secretly will only be counterproductive and allow him to take advantage of the situation?"

The vassal king's voice was gentle and gentle, like a gurgling stream flowing over pebbles, calm and leisurely.

"Seven kills will destroy the army, and the greedy wolf will eat the old sheep.

Yang Hong has always been unable to grasp the situation clearly during major events in his life.

He obviously didn't believe in the evil prophecies, but he wanted to adopt Yang Xiu.

He wanted to subdue Zong Pingnan, but he was worried about Donggong's anger, so he didn't dare to go too far and kill him.

Therefore, he should have broken and then stood up, breaking through the first chance of great innateness.

It was captured by Zong Pingnan, who had been killing demons in Zhaoyao Mountain for twenty years.

Yang Xiu, who should have been raised as a greedy wolf and was robbed of all his strength, also made Ji Jiulang's wedding clothes."

Master Bingqing covered her mouth and smiled softly, saying in a low voice:

"It is said that the strange warriors plan their strategy step by step, and the Blood God makes his moves, but they do not make sense.

The Duke was a famous general of his generation, a military god who defeated hundreds of barbarian royal families.

Not only has it caught the eye of the strange warriors, but it has also been regarded by the Blood God as a vessel for the birth of the great demon.

If his luck and destiny were not bumpy, how could he willingly throw himself into the tents of the four outsiders?"

The slender figure sighed, nodded and said:

"Yang Xiu died tragically, Yang Que was beheaded, and Yang Ping'er was stupid... Although the original direction of this game was not that, there was not much deviation in the end.

What we want is for Yang Hong to be disheartened and completely give up on Dong Palace, otherwise how could he dare to have such rebellious thoughts, and how could he dare to disobey his father who is the only master of martial arts!"

Master Bingqing raised her eyes, looked through the curtain, and saw the ever-burning lantern representing Yang Ping'er, and couldn't help but regretted:

"The poor nun thought that the Heavenly Mother chose her to be a plain girl because she planned to cultivate her carefully and use it to force Yang Hong when necessary.

Unexpectedly, I gave it to that bald demon bird. It was really a waste.

Ping'er's character and talent are actually quite suitable for Shuiyun An!"

The four-clawed dragon robe with blazing gold patterns turned around, shook his head and said:

"Don't underestimate Yang Hong. He is very similar to a saint. He is a loner at heart and doesn't care about his relatives at all.

Only Yang An, who became a monk, can affect some thoughts.

Others, like Yang Que and Yang Ping'er, will die as soon as they die, and they will be gone if they don't.

The family business of Guogong Mansion and the inheritance of this portal are even more important.

Otherwise, why do you think Yang Hong wanted to protect Zhao Wulie and abandon his own son Yang Que?

As a general, he looks at the overall situation and is compassionate but not in command of the troops.

He has a steelyard in his heart and knows which one should be kept and which one should be thrown away."

Master Bingqing was shocked, he didn't even care about his own flesh and blood?

The character of Duke Liang was a little too ruthless.

"This is what saints are like. I have had this feeling since I was very young.

He, the queen, and the prince seemed to be a real family.

This king and the other brothers are just superfluous existences."

The calm sound like a gurgling stream suddenly became turbulent, as if mixed with extremely subtle and complex emotions.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the incense table. The light in the Buddhist hall was like mist floating.

"Your Highness...if you are willing to serve the Four Gods, you will surely get what you want, ascend the throne, sit in the palace, and inherit the great treasure."

As Master Bingqing spoke, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

The mind that was originally as stable as a rock began to shake involuntarily.

The seven emotions and six desires are difficult to contain, like a rolling tide, spreading all over the body in an instant.

This pretty nun, who was about forty years old and still had charm, couldn't help but let out a shy moan.

Her legs suddenly came together, like two chopsticks tightly attached to each other, and desire surged in, threatening to destroy her mind.

Then, he became extremely frightened by the four-clawed dragon robe woven with golden patterns.

In the eyes of Master Bingqing, he looked like a frightening demon with a green face and fangs, or an indescribable terrifying evil spirit, which almost shattered his mind!
To be continued...