I don't want to be king

Xie Baishou scolded, "Nonsense, since it's a killing technique, why don't you carry the killing intent!"

"The benefactor has made a picture, and the voice is Wuxi, so it should be clear and clear, innate and innate,"

The monk took a step forward and continued, "Don't benefactors be drunk and dream about death?

The body is here, the soul is gone, it seems to be pure and beyond the Western Paradise. "

"Don't talk nonsense, you and I will see the real chapter under my hand, and see how you can pass the road to the west for me!"

Xie Baishou twitched his ten fingers while speaking. At first, it was like pearls and jade falling on the plate, which made people feel refreshed, and then the strings trembled, and the sound of the piano buzzed and clanked, as if it exploded in mid-air.

"Around the pagoda, the banners and banners are divided into four colors, and the scriptures, bells and drums are opened in three ways.

The Buddhist chant proclaims wonderful sounds together, and joy arises from seeing and hearing. "

The monk's voice was like a bell, which suddenly overwhelmed the sound of the piano.

Xie Baishou trembled, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. After turning his eyeballs, the whites of his eyes stopped directly in them, and his body remained motionless.

The monk passed him, walked across the square, stepped on the steps, and continued up the hill.

After a while, there was another square in front of us.

In the center stood a big man in black and straw sandals.

The big man held a long sword and said with a smile, "You are a sixth-rank man, and you are really lucky to escape from Xie Baishou's grasp."

The monk clasped his hands together, "I wonder if the benefactor can let the little monk go?"

"Forgot to introduce myself,"

The big man laughed and said, "I am Xie Tiance, the servant of the Ministry of War. Courtesy first and soldiers later is my way of hospitality in Chunshan City. Since Xie Baishou failed to keep you with courtesy, then I can only keep you with soldiers."

The monk said, "I don't know what I should do to get over there?"

Xie Tiance smiled and said, "It's also simple, you can walk under the sword, as long as you reach that step, I won't chase anymore.

Going up the steps, it was Xie Changjie, the servant of the household department. He was a ninth-rank man. With an iron abacus, he calculated clearly and clearly. However, I don't think you will have a chance to meet. "

"So good."

The monk nodded and walked towards the steps.

Xie Tiance snorted coldly, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and stabbed directly at the monk's back, seeing that a single sword could penetrate the monk.

But I didn't want to, after all, there was still a little distance when the sword fell.

Xie Tiance roared angrily, "Where are you running!"

The monk continued to walk unhurriedly, Xie Tiance rushed to catch up, but the distance between the two became farther and farther.

In a hurry, he released sword lights all over the sky, and the sword lights were scattered, but he still couldn't envelop the monk.

The monk finally reached the steps, turned around and saluted, "Thank you, benefactor."

"Impossible! What kind of light work are you doing!"

Xie Tiance has an incredible face!

He is rank nine!

To actually let a sixth-grade person run away from his hands so lightly?

"Farewell."

After the monk finished speaking, he continued to walk forward.

"return!

return! "

Xie Tiance continued to yell.

This time the monk did not look back.

He didn't have time to look at such a beautiful scenery along the way of hanging springs and waterfalls.

As Xie Tiance said, there is a man with abacus on the steps.

This time, the iron abacus was thrown at him, and he didn't stop him for a moment. He walked directly through the Fuya Square and walked up the steps. He turned a deaf ear to the angrily yelling from behind him.

Then he did the same in the government offices of the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Ancestral Hall, and the Ministry of Treasury.

"Food department."

Standing in a square, looking at the two big characters in front of the government office, he was puzzled.

The food department, from a literal understanding, should be in charge of ceremonies, food and other things.

From the bottom of the mountain to here, the guards are getting better and better.

The person in charge of the food department should be the one with the highest martial arts skills.

Why does such a master of martial arts care about such trivial matters as food and dishes?

At worst, you have to manage the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment, right?

"I am a cook,"

A woman wrapped in an apron and holding a shovel looked at the monk with a smile, "This was originally the Ministry of Works, but when they were overwhelmed by their efforts, it had to be changed to the Ministry of Food. This is the rule."

She was short and fat, and her flesh shook when she spoke.

"Dare to ask the benefactor,"

The monk said respectfully, "Is this the City Lord's Mansion after passing here?"

"good,"

When the woman laughed, she almost lost her eyes, "Although I don't like that bitch Xie Anlan, I have to admit that she is good at kung fu, at the peak of the ninth rank, she can be evenly matched with me.

You are a mere sixth rank, since you can come from the warehouse, there must be some special way, you go up, I will not ask for trouble. "

"Thank you sir."

The monk thanked him.

The old woman still smiled and asked, "May I ask one more question, is that bitch Xie Anlan dead?"

The monk didn't stop all the way, and he didn't know who Xie Anlan was, but in Kubu, he did meet a woman in colorful clothes, so he said honestly, "The monk didn't do anything with her, and came up directly."

"You didn't kill her?"

The woman's face suddenly changed.

The monk asked curiously, "Why should I kill her?"

Seeing that she was furious and silent, the monk was about to leave, but unexpectedly, the shovel in the old woman's hand struck directly, and he went straight to the steps without hiding.

The old woman was about to be proud, but the shovel in her hand missed, and the shovel failed to reach it.

Surprised, the monk has already stepped up the steps.

"Who are you!"

Like everyone else, the old woman had a look of disbelief.

"excuse me."

The monk looked at the end of the steps, taking every step without hesitation.

In an instant, he had already seen the three golden characters of "City Lord's Mansion".

There are three final steps.

"Amitabha,"

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the monk uttered the Buddha's name, the pressure on his body suddenly eased a lot, and he continued to chant, "Your chest will not be invaded by a speck of dust, but you are afraid that your spirit will wake up alone..."

He raised his right foot again, blood was seeping from the corner of his eye, but he still stepped on it without hesitation.

"Cathode gives rise to yang, power is exhausted and position turns..."

Then the left foot stepped on it, the viscera and internal organs were churning with qi and blood, and finally I couldn't help coughing. Although I didn't spit it out, the blood came out directly from the ear hole.

"You monk, you don't know what's good or bad,"

Xie Jiuyun suddenly shouted loudly, "You go back now, I will intercede with Master, and I can spare you!"

"Thank you for your kindness, girl."

The monk still smiled to himself.

Raising his head, he glanced at Xie Jiuyun first, then his gaze finally settled on a woman in white beside Xie Jiuyun.

He only had one feeling that this woman was stronger than Hong Ying.

If it is as expected, this person is Xie Jiuyun and Xie Xiaoqing's master - Zhao Yao.

It's just that I didn't expect to be so young and have such beauty.

But when he thought of the eldest princess and Wen Zhaoyi, he was relieved.

I don't think it's too strange.

In Xie Jiuyun's shocked eyes, the monk finally stepped on the last step, and at this time his whole body was soaked in blood.

She could clearly see that his pores were bleeding.

"Miaozhuanxuanshu, the barrier of life and death is broken."

After Monk Nian finished chanting this sentence, the true qi in his limbs and bones suddenly circulated around his body like a torrent breaking through the gates, and the qi that was oppressing him finally retreated.

Looking at the monk who looked like a bloody man, the people at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

It is puzzling for a small sixth-rank to break into nine government offices in a row.

And since he climbed the last three steps, the monk's aura suddenly changed, which seemed a little unfathomable.

Therefore, many people don't understand, what is the grade of this monk?

But then they were all relieved.

No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to escape death after all.

Many people sneered, looking at the monk was no different from looking at the dead.

"Master."

Xie Jiuyun unconsciously looked at Zhao Yao, to see how she would punish the monk.

"One step at a time, one thought at a time."

Swagger looked at the monk with a solemn expression.

Many people around her heard this sentence, including Xie Jiuyun, but no one knew what it meant.

Seeing a mountain stream in the distance, the monk walked over to take the bowl, and slowly washed the blood off his face under the incredulous eyes of everyone.

Does this monk have a bad brain?

After all this, do you still care about whether your face is clean or not?

The monk didn't care about it, and waited until the blood was no longer rubbed off his hands, then carefully put the bowl into the bag, stood up slowly, and said to the crowd, "My little monk, you are polite."

Swaggering Shi Shiran walked towards the monk and said, "It's interesting that you are a monk. You are not in the capital to serve that ignorant prince well. What are you doing in my Spring Mountain City?"

"The benefactor is careful."

The monk's face finally showed a little displeasure.

A woman in purple shirt next to Xie Jiuyun shouted, "You monk, you don't know what is good or bad, it is your good fortune that my city lord can talk to you well!

Didn't you kneel down when you saw my city lord?

You bullshit lords, when you see our city lord, you still have to bow your head and worship! "

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pain in her heart, something gushed out of her throat, she reached out to catch it, and her hand was bright red, she raised her head to meet the monk's ancient and calm eyes, her complexion was pale, and her body was on the verge of falling.

She is the eighth grade!

Even their city lord has no way to directly injure her without doing anything.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Menglang is gone,"

The monk said lightly, "Remember, the benefactor, my prince should not be insulted lightly."

"you!"