Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

The monks in the back also chanted the Buddhist scriptures one after another, and it spread melodiously for a few streets for a while, and the Sanskrit sound paved a way, bringing tranquility to the hearts of everyone.

Although Pan Chang didn't understand, he felt that time slowed down.

The great monk in front turned the beads and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Time passed more and more slowly, and Pan Chang stared at the string of spinning beads, fascinated, as if his soul was no longer in his body.

Until the color of the beads became more and more moist, and finally a drop of bright red dripped down on the ground.

Everyone was shocked.

The eunuch came over, his voice became louder, and he babbled: "Who is bold enough to hurt the mage?"

No one in the row of officers and soldiers spoke.

Everyone raised their heads and looked angrily at the row of officers and soldiers, and they didn't realize that another eunuch came over from the other end, and spoke a word to the crowd amidst the sound of the Buddha's trumpet, and let them disperse.The officers and soldiers did not retreat, but saw Jin Yiwei rolling the dragon chariot back, and the great monk followed behind.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and people rose to their feet.

Pan Chang stood up in a daze, and followed the crowd to the side, while pulling a scholar-like person to ask, he was still not sure of the joy in his confidence: "Dare to ask, that... father-in-law, what did he say?"

The man was being squeezed to the point where he was so filthy, he was finally dragged to an open space by Pan Chang, he rolled up his sleeves and thanked him, and said politely: "Buddha blesses all living beings, judging by the situation, I should not kill him."

Pan Chang staggered happily, but didn't reply, he let go of his hands and said repeatedly: "I won't kill, okay, I won't kill."

Seeing Pan Zhang being so out of his mind, the scholar was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but sighed: "Is it a good thing not to kill him? In the eyes of a generation of monarchs, a book written in blood by thousands of people is nothing compared to a word from a mage—" But he shook his head again and again, not going Next said.

A bookboy at the other end called the scholar: "Master Qing! You are here to watch the fun, the gentleman at the other end is going to be angry! The township exam is coming!" (I will secretly say that this is the protagonist of the next one)

The scholar put away his disappointed look, turned his head and walked back.

After finding someone, Pan Chang decided to take a few people to this tavern to have a good table wine before going back.The tavern owner saw their clothes and was willing to cook for them.

The hot wine and dishes were brought to the table, all of them were relaxed and busy pouring wine.While talking and joking, a storyteller sat down at the front table, and Xingmu clapped his hands, and the lobby became quiet, only to hear:

"Since the last time, it has been three years since the troupe went south and north, and everyone said it was in vain for the tea eaters. Master Qin is in danger. This time, let's listen to the continuation of the Buddha's life-saving ghost gate, great monk. Blood-stained rosary."

Pan Chang had already drank a few sips of wine, and the pair of beautiful brothers appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't hold back his breath, and asked: "Mr. Dare to ask the storyteller, do you know what happened to the troupe?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"I was negligent, but Shuangshuangbi returned home."

Gently put Xingmu down again and said: "Could it be this person who has worries in his heart?"

Pan Chang's face was red, and he drank another glass of wine.

I only heard the roar of laughter erupting in the tavern. It was a pleasant and leisurely mood, which spread far along the street.

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