The great monk's blank eyes suddenly brightened, he grinned, and said the Buddha's name to the little girl, saying: "The little donor has a kind and pure heart, and he must be a blessed person."

After saying that, he stood up and squeezed out of the crowd.

The girl in the red dress followed the big monk out of the crowd. When she saw that the big monk seemed to be in a daze and kept laughing, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "You are so stupid, your face is scratched, you should cry."

That’s it.”

"It's worth having fun. It's worth having fun." The great monk said.

"I thought of something fun. Telling it makes me happy too." The girl in the red dress said curiously.

The great monk pointed to the crowd and asked: "Is the Confucian scholar worthy of the soldiers on the battlefield who risk their lives to protect him?"

"Selling your wife and daughter is a scumbag. I wish I could kill him with a sword!" the girl in the red dress said through gritted teeth.

"Is that woman worthy of the soldiers risking their lives to protect her?" the monk asked again.

"Stupid and ignorant, although pitiful, it is also hateful. It is not worth it." The girl in the red dress replied.

"Is that little girl worthy of the soldiers risking their lives to protect her?" the monk asked again.

The girl in the red dress frowned, thought for a while and then replied: "Young and innocent, kind and cute, with a bright future and worthy of protection!"

"Then if this city is full of Confucian women and the like, but there is only one little girl, is it worth the soldiers risking their lives to protect her?" the monk asked again.

The girl in the red dress was silent. In fact, she already had the answer in her mind and guessed the answer in the great monk's mind. However, her answer was completely opposite to the great monk's answer, so she did not want to make the great monk uncomfortable by saying it.

"I know what you are thinking." The great monk smiled at the girl in the red dress and said, "Maybe you are right, but I still insist on my belief. As long as she is protected by me, even if her light is weak, I will sacrifice my life.

Protect, throw your head and shed blood, no regrets!"

The girl in the red dress, Wan'er, smiled and said: "What you said reminds me of a madman. This madman defended an empty city and fought fiercely with the Daya Army for a month, killing 50,000 soldiers and killing 150,000 enemies. If reinforcements had not arrived,

He and the remaining 20,000 soldiers had to die in the battle to rescue him. Afterward, someone asked him why he fought for an empty city. He replied that there was a beautiful flower blooming in the city, which he protected. "

"Fifty thousand soldiers died fighting for a beautiful flower. He was criticized verbally and in writing by the great Confucian scholars. They called him a war madman, a cold-blooded butcher, and the reincarnation of a evil star. The great Confucian scholars scolded him in the streets, and the common people followed.

He scolded him, and eventually the soldiers followed suit, so much so that he had to pack up his bed and get out, and ran to the icy and snowy northern Xinjiang to hide, without even daring to say a word."

The great monk looked at the girl in the red dress with a strange expression and said, "Are you sure he doesn't dare to say anything, rather than disdainful?"

"Uh," the girl in the red dress ended her sentence and said uncertainly: "Maybe she didn't dare to say anything. After all, the entire Dayu people were scolding him from top to bottom."

"Are you sure that Butcher Zhang is afraid of being scolded?" the great monk asked again.

"Go away! How do I know?!" The girl in the red dress suddenly became angry and gave the great monk a fierce look, feeling that the great monk's question was too boring.

But is Butcher Zhang afraid of being scolded?

She always thought that he was afraid, otherwise why would he run to the freezing northern Xinjiang without saying a word, and not say a word despite what Wanfu pointed at him.
Chapter completed!