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The common people raised their heads and looked up, silently chanting sutras for Bianji in their hearts.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was [-]:[-] noon. The crowd's cry was even louder, and everyone was crying for grievances for the defense machine. This scene made Changsun Wuji very worried.

Originally thought that at most it was being insulted by the people, but who knew that the situation was so tense. If this really killed the defense, once the people rioted, the current guards would not be enough.

He was sweating in his hands, but he was still very serious on the surface, without any strange expression.

The closer the time was to three o'clock in the noon, the more violent the riots of the people became, and the officers and soldiers obviously couldn't stop the crowds of people.

Bian Ji stood on the execution platform, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures. The sun shone on his body, covering him with a layer of golden light.

In front of him is a huge switch knife, which is hung by a rope. The blade is extremely sharp, even under the hot sun, it is still no match for the cold light on it.

The executioner at the side saw that Bian Ji was so calm and didn't panic at all, so he looked at him differently.

Executioners have carried out dozens of executions, not to mention monks who have never killed, even robbers who have shed the blood of 80 or [-] people. At this moment, their liver and gallbladder will be torn, they may not be able to stand up straight, and some even urinate directly. Pants.

But this seemingly kind-faced monk actually has such a profound power of concentration, and he is really an eminent monk who has realized the Buddha, as the rumors said.

So he whispered to the defense machine,

"Hey, Monk, put the saber down for a while, don't vent your anger, you'll die if you hit it. I don't know anything. If you vent your anger, you can live a little longer, and you will die of pain in the end. You can decide for yourself."

The defense machine just responded with one sentence,

"Amitabha!"

A guard ran up to the execution platform and said to Changsun Wuji,

"My lord, it's three quarters past noon!"

Changsun Wuji's heart was shocked, he stretched out his hand to draw the beheading order, but he refused to throw it out, because when he drew the token, the people's cries became louder, he didn't dare to think that if he threw the token, he would not throw it out. If it goes down, the people will definitely break through the blockade.

The consequences are unimaginable.

He clenched his token tightly, looking at the dense crowd below, the sun had made his mouth dry, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Seeing the passing of time bit by bit, it is not a solution to struggle any longer.

When he looked up and saw the imperial forest army coming for reinforcements in the distance, he knew Li Shimin's intentions, so he threw his hand and the token flew into the air,

"cut!"

boom!

A thunderous thunder suppressed the voices of the audience, and even the executioner standing on the execution platform was startled.

Lin Yu held the shotgun with both hands high, pointing the muzzle at the sky, and emitting faint white smoke.

He was standing at the front, walking up to the execution platform step by step. At this moment, soldiers with guns came to arrest him, and Lin Yu shot him in front of his feet.

The densely packed bullets made countless small holes in the bluestone floor, and the soldiers stopped immediately.

Lin Yu walked up to the executioner with a gloomy face, and then put the gun against his chest. Although the executioner didn't know what it was, he thought it was a hidden weapon when he saw the ground like a hornet's nest.

It is so powerful even if it hits a bluestone slab, let alone a person, so scared that it broke out in a cold sweat and backed away again and again.

Lin Yu pointed the gun at Changsun Wuji again and shouted, "Master Changsun, I, Lin Yu, will lend you a moment!"

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Changsun Wuji's expression changed immediately,

"Come on, take him down for me!"

boom!

Lin Yu fired a shot at the Zhanger wooden flagpole on the edge of the execution platform, and those who got closer all covered their ears and backed away.

Then there was a click, and the flagpole as thick as an adult's arm snapped. Changsun Wuji stood up slightly, his eyes widened, and he clasped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

Then, Lin Yu pointed the gun at Changsun Wuji again,

"I, Lin Yu, borrowed it from you to save face. If you force me, would you dare not give it?"

"you……"

Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth. Seeing that the Imperial Forest Army had surrounded the execution ground, it could be said that his own safety had been guaranteed to the greatest extent.

It's just that at this moment, the most dangerous person is not the common people, but Lin Yu standing in the middle of the execution ground.

He never expected that it was Lin Yu who came to the execution ground to make trouble in the end, not Princess Gao Yang.

Moreover, he thought that his son was on good terms with Lin Yu now, and that the other party would treat him with courtesy, but he never thought that he would be embarrassed in front of so many people.

You must know that the emperor Jinkou ordered the beheading at noon, according to the rules, it was three quarters in the noon, no more than a quarter or less.

But the hidden weapon in Lin Yu's hand pointed at him. He was afraid that if he refused, the flagpole would be broken if the other party got excited, let alone his mortal body?

But if he bowed his head in front of so many people, wouldn't it lower his reputation?Seeing that Changsun Wuji still refused, Lin Yu was ready to pull the trigger. Anyway, he couldn't kill anyone at a distance of ten meters, so he let the old boy suffer. Although this old guy is also a loyal minister, he usually does harm to others. .

Changsun Wuji's brow was dripping with sweat, he took a deep breath, and finally waved his hand,

"Bianji is a Buddhist, and he should not be killed with the method of ordinary people, and then beheaded after a moment."

Lin Yu snorted coldly, and raised his eyebrows at Changsun Wuji. The latter was holding back his anger, but had nowhere to vent it, so he slapped the armrest.

Lin Yu put the gun behind his back and came to Bian Ji,

"Mage!"

Bian Ji opened his eyes, finally showing a long-lost smile on his face,

"Benefactor Lin, you are here!"

"Well, I'll see you off!"

"Why is this so, this body is just a stinky skin, which makes people deeply troubled and still can't get rid of it."

Bian Ji clasped his hands together, with a look of death.

Lin Yu shook his head slightly and said,

"Although it is ordinary, it is also the best gift your parents give you. From this, it is said that your body and skin are your parents. If you treat it as a skin, wouldn't you slander your parents?"

"Xiaosheng entered Buddhism since he was a child, and has already faded away from the mundane world, and has nothing to do with the world."

"That's you! You look down on everything in the world, but put the most important touch on love."

Lin Yu said.

Bian Ji stared straight at him with a bit of expression in his eyes,

"The advent of what love is?"

Lin Yu replied casually,

"It's a promise of life and death."

The corners of Bianji's mouth raised slightly,

"That is nice!"

"It's just sadness and sadness. It's okay to treat it as a market pleasure. If it's placed elsewhere, it's useless."

"Aren't these the things that are lacking in the prosperous and prosperous age?"

Bian Ji looked at the bustling crowd of people. Look at them, what do you see?

Lin Yu swept over with his gaze, and answered after a while,

"Chai Rice Oil Salt Sauce Vinegar Tea."

"Your sharp edge is still so deep, the little monk admires you."

Bian Ji lowered his head and clasped his hands together,

"Benefactor Lin, once asked me what a Buddha is. I meditated for many days, and finally found something."

"what?"

"If you hear the Buddha in the morning, you can die in the evening."

Lin Yu took a deep breath, then sighed completely,

"It seems that you have already attained Buddhahood, your mortal..."

"Isn't the little monk on the way?"

"Is there anything else you want? Gold and silver treasures? Beautiful women?"

"Is there any wine?"

"Have!"

Lin Yu took out a bottle of wine from his bosom and opened it,

"Little wine of the years, not much, but enough for you to drink through the world of mortals."

Bian Ji took it with both hands, his eyes full of longing, a satisfied smile appeared on his face,

"Enough, enough!"

At this time, Lin Yu also opened a bottle,

"You're missing one thing."

"what?"

"brother!"

Bian Ji pondered secretly, "Brother?"

Then he suddenly realized that he touched the wine bottle with Lin Yu,

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

The two of them raised their heads and drank freely. A bottle of small wine weighed almost half a catty, and they were exhausted in one breath.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the wine bottle was broken.

Bian Ji blushed, raised his head to the sky and yelled

"Good wine!"

Immediately, he fell straight on the gate platform, and the gate knife hanging high above it gleamed coldly, like a tiger's tooth.

Lin Yu turned and left. He knew that this was history and could not be changed.He never expected that Bian Ji, who was criticized so much in history, was such a man of flesh and blood, affection and righteousness.

It never occurred to him that Bian Ji's death was actually related to him.

He always thought that he could change history, but in fact history has always followed the path it should have and never changed.

All he can do is to do what he can, maybe he can leave a decimal point in the history books thousands of years later.

But based on what he knew, when the debate in history was cut in half, there was no one else except Princess Gao Yang who came to mourn.

Not to mention Lin Yu borrowing a moment to deliver wine.

It is precisely because of this that he understands that history books are just history books, it is not history, and it cannot tell the trajectory of history.

Lin Yu put the gun at home, and then drove to Huichang Mountain.

Driving into the mountains, the real silence is at this moment, and the living things on the mountains are all speechless.

Huichang Mountain, which has no opportunity to debate, is no longer guarded by soldiers, but for some reason, those little monks also fled separately.

They seem to no longer worship their so-called Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The towering towers and halls on the mountain all stand there quietly, as if telling the glory of Huichang Mountain.

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly, sighing secretly,

"I really don't know whether this glory comes from the Buddha or from people."

He drove through Fumo Temple and Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, and the beautiful buildings did not keep his figure.

Finally he parked the car beside the thatched pavilion.

After getting off the car, Lin Yu stood outside the pavilion and looked forward to this thatched pavilion that seemed to be unable to hold on even in a slightly stronger storm.

But this pavilion seems to have stood here for a thousand years, no matter it is wind and sun, or rain and frost, it has never been shaken.

From the inside to the outside, the pavilion exudes a simple, quiet and peaceful atmosphere, which makes people feel at ease.