Mo Xian divided a consciousness and went deep into the Qiankun bag to suppress the abnormal movement of the relics. Of course, he knew that the abnormal movement of the relics was shocked because of the demonic energy.

"I said, I am not a red flower, but a court official is not good or bad. I think this court is also a final dynasty!" Mo Xian sneered.

His words were equivalent to great rebellion. As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked. Not to mention the prefect, even a red flower in the crowd was shocked. Although he did not take the imperial court seriously, he did not dare to say this.

"Bold, no serious punishment is required, and the thief is not allowed to tell the truth. Come and beat me up forty big boards!" The prefect's face turned red and pointed at Mo Xian and shouted.

"Beat me?" Mo Xian laughed, "I was going to catch a red flower, but now it seems that I don't need it anymore. I only recite Amitabha in the world." Mo Xian said, his eyes swept into the crowd and fell on Yihong. Yihong seemed to be frozen all over and sweat suddenly came down.

Mo Xian withdrew his gaze, and his red underwear was wet. He realized that he had not only developed a desire to retreat when he fell into the eyes of those who were interested, but Mo Xian ignored him, his body was slightly shaking and his iron chains were shattered inch.

The yamen runner who was sentenced to death did not react, Zhou Zhengyang moved and shouted: "Du, thief, take me a knife!"

The nine-ring golden sword sounded randomly, rushing straight into Mo Xian's mind, and it actually had a function. This was not a magic weapon, but under Zhou Zhengyang's training for many years, it formed a rhythm without realizing it, and it heard it one after another, entering the heart of the person.

However, this technique did not work for Mo Xian. Mo Xian looked at him with a smile. The Nine-ring Golden Sword turned into a golden light and only slashed at Mo Xian.

Mo Xian stretched out his right hand, buckled his big finger, index finger and middle finger, and the golden light stopped and the knife was locked.

Zhou Zhengyang flipped his wrist, but Mo Xian was so powerful that he couldn't flip it at all. Zhou Zhengyang made a quick decision, relaxed his hand, and made a progress in his right foot, and hit Mo Xian's chest with a palm.

Mo Xian smiled slightly, grabbed the big ring knife, pulled out his hand slightly, and the handle of the knife hit Zhou Zhengyang's Quchi, and immediately half of Zhou Zhengyang's body became numb.

This happened in just a moment, and no one around could react. Zhou Zhengyang had already taken a few steps back: "You are not a red man, who are you?"

Although Zhou Zhengyang had never fought with Yi Duohong, he had heard that Yi Duohong's skill was impossible to reach this point. It was because he said this.

"Of course I'm not a red flower, I'm just a passerby. Mo Xian said, relaxing his hand, and with a bang, the nine-ring golden sword fell to the ground, "You are very good at it, you are close to the road."

It is not an exaggeration to say this. Zhou Zhengyang really deserves his praise, but although Zhou Zhengyang has been exposed to some spiritual mystery, his body is still within the scope of martial arts and has not risen to martial arts.

Zhou Zhengyang's face was full of depression, while the prefect was even more panicked and trembled all over. But his eyes turned, and quietly released black air and approached Mo Xian from the ground.

At this time, the crowd outside was in chaos. Mo Xian took off the chain and the people outside were in chaos. A red flower was moving quietly along the crowd.

The yamen runners around them held their waists and knives to protect the prefect, for fear that Mo Xian would suddenly hurt others.

Everything around Mo Xian was reflected in his mind, and the black gas that was quietly approaching the ground was also inside. He raised his hand, his hand was claw-shaped, and he shot it in the air, and then he shouted, and his body suddenly flew up and landed in Mo Xian's hand. The black gas quickly retracted, as if it was forbidden to attack.

"What should I call you, Mr. Tianmo?" Mo Xian said something inexplicable.

"Amitabha, the donor made a big fuss in the court, and he did it a little too much!" Guo Ran appeared outside the yamen and walked into the court.

"Master, this thief intends to rebel, take him down!" The prefect called out. When he saw Guo Ran coming here, he immediately grabbed a straw.

"Master, save me!" Zhang Biejia struggled in Mo Xian's hands and also asked Guoran for help.

"I was too much. As soon as I entered the city gate, I was arrested by the thief. I repeatedly stated that I was not a red flower. They didn't listen and they questioned me here. Master, you wouldn't have no idea when I was arrested! Where were you at that time?" Mo Xian said bluntly.

"Donor, I'm late for something, and you're wronged." Guoran said.

"Monster, you have violated the Buddhist precepts!"

"Precepts are not spoken. The practice of precepts is to be practiced. If you follow the precepts, you will be rigidly enforced Buddhist teachings. Then please let the donor let Zhang Zhongzheng go, I can explain your questions to you." Guoran put his hands together and came to Mo Xian. The yamen runners automatically made way.

"No need, I don't want to owe any cause and effect. You can get the essence of Buddhism and want me to owe cause and effect. Although I am not afraid of cause and effect, the fewer this thing, the better." Mo Xian said coldly.

"Then please let Zhang Bojia go!"

When Mo Xian heard this, he laughed: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin, but he doesn't know the hearts of good people. Zhang Biejia is murderous to me. His mind has been controlled by the demon. I seal the demon and will not let him bite people randomly."

"You are talking nonsense, what a demon!" Zhang Don't be anxious and said nothing.

Mo Xian took out something from the Qiankun bag. When Zhang Biejia saw him, he struggled violently. Mo Xian put the relics on his head. In an instant, the relics were shining brightly. He heard Zhang Biejia making a heart-wrenching cry. Black smoke suddenly rose above his head, and everyone present saw it.

The demon appeared, and sometimes turned into Zhang Bijia's face, sometimes turned into Fruit-burning face, and sometimes turned into Mo Xian's face. Thousands of faces changed, countless emotions changed, and even the people present felt that they were either wealthy or arrogant, or sensual or sensual or sensual or sensual or sensual or mortal or Buddha came to welcome them, and many other illusions unfolded in everyone's minds, and everyone's eyes were confused.

"Du!" Guoran made a clear voice, and everyone woke up.

"Where does the donor's relics come from?" Guo Ran asked.

"An old man, why are he holding a bamboo raft of life and death? He invited me to get on his bamboo raft and said something unreasonable. I thought he was annoyed and asked him to go to death. As expected, he sat cross-legged in death. The samadhi fire burned his body, and only one relics were left, which was this one." Mo Xian said.

"I didn't expect that my old friend in Zhushan has been greatly liberated. The donor has a great opportunity to serve his old friend in Zhushan," said Guo Ran.

Mo Xian showed a sneer on his lips: "One of the great merits of Buddhism, I ask the Buddha to stay in the world, but I want the Buddha to die. It would be great if you Buddhists don't scold me to death."

Everyone present looked at Mo Xian, and his eyes changed. If there was fear in front of him, it was now a bone-blooded chill. This person was a cruel person who actually asked the Buddha to die. When he thought of offending this person, he couldn't help but feel deeply fear in his heart.
Chapter completed!