The whole mountain trembled violently, and everyone except the eldest prince felt horrified and stepped back one after another.

Of course, we have to exclude those people who are guarding the mountains.

The old people, who were leaning on crutches and trembling in the wind and snow, took their grandchildren and ran towards the mountain. Suddenly, the whole mountain was covered with darkness, like dark clouds covering the top, and heavy snow was coming.

There was a loud roar in the mountains, and then the troops and drums ceased, as if two armies were facing each other, and one side shouted loudly and then returned to camp to garrison.

The eldest prince frowned, looked at the calm mountain, and then looked at the people pressing towards the mountain, and frowned.

Finally, he sighed and walked towards the people.

The most important skill or greatest skill that a qualified strategist or politician should learn is to change his face.

The eldest prince put away his seriousness, and his white hair and gentle smile made him more convincing to the people.

The second prince looked at his brother who was smiling like a spring breeze and spat softly.

After the eldest prince's persuasion, the people felt a little relieved. Especially when they heard that the eldest prince had brought the former Iron Buddha, they had a little more trust in the prince.

The crowd gradually receded. The eldest prince breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the retreating people, and immediately became cold-hearted.

"Extend another hundred steps outward and stop everyone you can. If any people come to investigate privately, they will be killed without mercy! Do it more cleanly." The eldest prince said with a focused look.

The cavalryman beside him lowered his head and slowly walked back to the team.

The eldest prince glanced at the quiet mountain and shook his head. Unexpectedly, the thunder was really loud and the raindrops were light. He estimated that his Hundred Cavalry Iron Pagoda was almost here, and the greetings he sent out were all responded to.

People from all walks of life came here in droves. Even if Xu Changan transformed into a dragon and flew into the sky, he would not be able to escape from his grasp.

Therefore, today it was rare that he did not stay in front of the mountain and set up a tent inside the Tiefutu blockade.

Sheepskin, fire, wine.

No matter how heavy the snow is outside, the prince's treatment and enjoyment will not be less.

Wu Yiyong, wearing a thick coat, kept rubbing his hands, stamping his feet and breathing into his hands.

Although the jacket was plain, the originally white fur was already a little yellow and a little stiff. He looked back at the person hiding behind the tree, glanced at the camp where King Jing'an was stationed in the distance, and sighed.

With a tone of voice, he immersed himself in the wind and snow.

The curtain was opened, and the soldier, who was covered in armor except for his eyes, lowered his head and reported to the eldest prince. A look of interest appeared on the eldest prince's face.

"Let him come in!" As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain was opened again, and the yellow coat and the white fur in the tent were as distinct as pearls and soil.

The eldest prince glanced at Wu Yong in surprise, and the soldiers around him also panicked. He had obviously come in to report how this person came in.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the eldest prince.

The eldest prince stared at Wu Yiyong. Suddenly, there were bursts of impatient sounds outside, and there seemed to be a faint sound of iron weapons clashing. The eldest prince looked at Wu Yong in surprise, and dismissed the soldiers with a wave of his hand, expressionless.

Sitting in the tent.

The stove was burning brightly, and from time to time there was a "sizzling" sound from the fire, and the aroma of wine filled the entire tent.

Wu Yiyong smiled, showing his big yellow teeth, and rubbed his hands together habitually.

"Can I have a drink?"

The eldest prince did not answer him, but there were two wine glasses on the low table. The eldest prince filled them gently, raised his eyelids and asked: "Do you dare to drink?"

Wu Yiyong smiled,

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With a wave of his sleeves, he sat directly on the precious fur and rubbed it with his dirty and yellowed coat.

The eldest prince didn't care either.

"I can't go back anyway. This thing of yours is much better than the yellow jacket I'm wearing. How about giving it to me?" Wu Yiyong said carelessly.

The eldest prince smiled, raised the wine glass, shook it gently, and drank it all in one gulp.

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Even though the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, this monk still only wore a crescent-colored monk's robe. He had fair skin and always had a faint smile on his face. He would often go to the foot of the mountain far away to beg for a drink.

Because he looks kind and often helps others, the villagers were a little bit intolerant of the drinking monk at first, but gradually they got to know him and found that this monk seemed to be more kind and compassionate than those masters.

Whenever he comes, the villagers prepare wine. When the weather is particularly cold, the villagers will warm the wine for him in advance.

But on this day, something was a little strange.

Although it is freezing cold, the village is not so quiet.

A bad premonition appeared in Li Zhiyi's heart, and it became stronger and stronger.

There was a faint smell of blood, and as soon as he entered the village, he saw the heads of the two big dogs that belonged to the village chief's house.

He was a little angry, and his feeling of uneasiness was getting worse.

He pushed open the door of a family, and sure enough, a family of four, a couple and a pair of children seemed to be asleep, lying in the room. Li Zhiyi recognized this family, and the wine they brewed was particularly good.

drink.

Li Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. The compassion he imagined in his heart did not flood into his heart. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the family dying as if they were asleep.

"With such a quiet expression, he shouldn't have suffered too much, right?" He could only comfort himself in this way.

He walked out the door without touching them, and without covering them with curtains or sheets.

He didn't bother to go to each house to verify it. Since he already knew the result, why bother.

The snow on the ground is a bit thick, and it creaks when you step on it.

There was a scent floating in the snow, and he was familiar with this scent. In the past, he often argued with Li Yishan. There was no room for argument about "dragon meat in the sky", but whether the smell of donkey meat or dog meat on the ground was more beautiful, they both

Often argue.

It's ridiculous to say that when he was still a master, he would argue with others about which meat was more fragrant.

He himself liked donkey meat very much, but the lame man preferred dog meat.

Therefore, he is not only sensitive to the aroma of donkey meat, but also extremely familiar with the aroma of dog meat.

He followed the scent and saw the snow, the exquisite table in the snow, the fire under the table and the boiling soup on the table.

Two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, two jugs of wine, two cups, and two stools.

It seemed that that person knew he was coming and was well prepared.

He knew that someone would come down the mountain to block him. After all, he was a member of Blood Buddha Mountain, and Blood Buddha Mountain agreed to the eldest prince's request.

This group of fresh and unique monks will never refuse such a request from a powerful person.

They only look at how much the other party can afford and whether the offer can arouse their interest.

Li Zhiyi really didn't expect that the Buddha Lord of Blood Buddha Mountain would personally stop him.

The old monk wore clean cassocks and had kind eyes, with two long eyebrows reaching up to his chin.

When he saw Li Zhiyi, he smiled, as if nothing was wrong, and stirred the dog meat in the pot with his chopsticks.

The old monk filled a bowl with his own hands and put it on the table. The dog meat was steaming, and the aroma hit his face.

Li Zhiyi did not sit down

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It’s not that he doesn’t sit down, it’s that he doesn’t dare.

Don't sit down unless the Lord Buddha asks you to sit down. There are countless people who think they have died at his hands.

The old monk was still eating dog meat by himself, and Li Zhiyi stood quietly, eating by himself and saying nothing.

When the dog meat cooled down, the two pots also became warm and cool, and cooled and warm again.

The old monk burped and put down his bowl and chopsticks. Light snow began to fall in the sky and the sky became dark.

"Immortals are free and easy, mortals are common, and monks who violate rules eat dog meat." The old monk slowly read out this sentence. Li Zhiyi had also heard of this sentence, and this sentence had long been circulated among the people.

"I have been wondering why the foul monk ate dog meat. Only when I actually ate it did I know the taste." The old monk wiped his hands and mouth and said slowly.

"By the way, do you know?" the old monk suddenly asked.

Li Zhiyi shook his head.

"Because, this thing is addictive. After I founded Blood Buddha Mountain, I realized how reasonable the rules in the temple were."

"Human nature is like this. Just like me, after eating this meal of dog meat today, next time I want to eat meat, I will definitely choose dog meat."

Li Zhiyi stood there quietly like a piece of wood.

"Rules are always rules. If you break it once and pretend not to see it, you will break it a second time. In fact, if you think about it, the rules of those hypocritical outside monks also have a certain truth. The setting up of the Discipline Hall is also very interesting. It's a pity.

There is not even a place where people abide by the rules in Blood Buddha Mountain."

Li Zhiyi understood, but if he was a rule-abiding person, how could he betray Lingyin Temple?

The old monk seemed to understand his thoughts and said leisurely.

"Although it is neither broken nor established, you have to see what is broken and what is established. I really like neither breaking nor establishing. It can lead to new knowledge, but I am also afraid. I am afraid of breaking myself."

Li Zhiyi still let the wind bring the snow to his body, and a thin layer of snow was already spread on his shoulders.
To be continued...