Murong Mansion.

"The so-called engagement is just a few jokes from Master Yiyuan and my master, you don't have to take them to heart.

Furthermore, we have no letter of appointment, no matchmaking, and no parents' orders. We have no rules and regulations. We have no rules and laws.

I don’t care about Junior Brother, now that there is something wrong in the mansion, I won’t keep you.

There is some trouble here, you might as well go back."

Murong Xianxian sent the confused little monk Bujie out of the door with a polite look on his face.

As for Jiang Ping, because when Jiang Ping visited Murong Mansion before, Murong Xianxian had not returned to the mansion, Jiang Ping knew her, but she did not know Jiang Ping.

Although Murong Xianxian felt that the friend of Bujie's junior brother was handsome and handsome, she was obviously not a simple person to look at her face.

Besides, the monk’s friend is half a monk after all.

Dong!

The copper ring buckle of the door reflects a shiny little bald head.

"Ahem..."

Jiang Ping tried hard to hold back his laughter and patted Bujie's shoulder:

"First of all, I'm not laughing at you, I just thought of something happy.

Hahaha……"

No wonder I never heard of the gossip of the Murong family and the Bujue Slayer in my previous life.

Feelings are wishful thinking, and the head is hot.

Look at the politeness and reserve of Miss Murong Er, it is almost like saying the word "shamed" is shameless.

It’s like a little girl who was ignorant when she was a child, and when she played house, she said she wanted to be your wife. Could she really marry you when she grew up?

But I think too beautiful, right?

Bujie turned around silently and said in a low voice:

"The master lied to the little monk. It turned out that marrying a wife is so troublesome, and the little monk didn't want to marry her."

"Donor Jiang, the little monk is going back to the mountain."

"The master is going to die, and the little monk is going to see him off. After seeing him off, the little monk can return to secular life."

Ahem, are you planning to go back and kill the master?

Just as Jiang Ping was about to say something, he saw a large group of people running from afar.

The leader was a team of yamen constables, and behind him was a dark yellow man in a strong outfit, full of evil spirits.

"Monk, you're offending! Come with me!"

The leading captain swung his waist and said, "The first thing is to win."

Bujie glanced at the captain and then at Jiang Ping, a little confused.

"Amitabha, why did the donor catch the little monk?"

The captain's surname is Yan, and he is one of the captains in Lin'an City Government Office.

This time, Chen Wanfu, the owner of Jixiang Gambling House, found him to report the case, saying that his son was killed by a monk.

Chen Wanfu had a private relationship with his county magistrate and gave him filial piety according to the rules every month. This kind of friend from the government reported the case, so he naturally dealt with it as soon as possible.

So Captain Yan showed his enthusiasm for marrying a wife, and in just half a day he locked in the final murderer.

Of course, there is also the reason why there is no concealment.

"Haha, have you forgotten the five lives of Jixiang Gambling?!"

Captain Yan sneered and stared at Bujie with caution.

This monk took action fiercely and viciously. He saw all the five corpses in Jixiang Gambling House. They were all killed with one blow, and they showed no mercy.

So he dared to conclude that the young monk's seemingly peaceful face was a cruel murderer's heart.

Don't quit, still confusing expression:

"The people were killed by the little monk, but that's because they wanted to kill the little monk first, and then the little monk killed them. Is this also wrong?"

"A big mistake!"

Captain Yan clasped his fists with his hands and bowed to the sky:

"The state has national laws. If they want to kill you, you just report the case. If you have national laws to punish them, how can you set up a private court and take human life at any time?

If everyone is like you, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?

Say less nonsense, if you don’t surrender, don’t blame someone for showing mercy!”

It is approaching dusk.

Captain Yan pulled out his waist knife, and the bright blade shone with a yellow light.

Swish!!!

The constable behind him both drew his sword and the tense atmosphere instantly rose.

"Master said that the people of the official family are not trustworthy, and the little monk cannot follow you."

Don't shaking your head:

"But since this is your duty, the monk will not make things difficult for you. Donors, please leave early."

"Shadowless!"

Captain Yan snorted coldly and shouted at Jiang Ping:

"Boy, are you so close to this monk? Isn't it his accomplice? Come on, take this captain together!"

Jiang Ping was originally a melon-eating crowd watching the show, but was immediately brought into the war by the severely arrested person.

He was about to explain a few words when he heard another yell:

"Who dares to take my brother?!"

This sound,

Hiss...so familiar!

Hum? Cheap sister!

Jiang Ping looked up and saw a pair of long legs half a street-long one under the afterglow of the sunset.

It was Tieguanyin!

Captain Yan did not know Tieguanyin, but recognized Yan Xiaoliuyan, who was behind Tieguanyin.

That is the commander of the local God Captain Department. His official rank is half higher than his own master. He is directly under the jurisdiction of Zhao Du, and even the county magistrate can be sold without any favors.

Because he often needs to assist the Divine Captain Department in handling cases, the Captain Yan has also met with Commander Yan several times, knowing that this is a capable person.

At most, he would catch small thieves, deal with neighborhood disputes, and impulsive murder. The real thief would have to take action by the God-Catcher Department.

In fact, after seeing the scene of Jixiang Gambling House, he had already sent someone to notify the God of Captains. His main purpose here was actually to delay time.

Otherwise, with his temperament, he would not have been chatting with others for a long time, and would have been hard-working.

Seeing that Commander Yan was half a seat behind the long-legged beauty in front of him, Yan, who had been in the officialdom for a long time, knew that the visitor was quite a big identity. Not to mention anything else, it would be easy to make him a little captain.

So he immediately stopped and closed his knife and went up to meet him.

Unexpectedly, the beauty didn't even look at him, and directly glanced over him, and her eyes met the little white face in front of her.

That's right, in the eyes of Captain Yan at this moment, Jiang Ping was like a little white-faced person.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Jiang Ping really didn't expect Tieguanyin to travel thousands of miles. According to the Jiuxian's footsteps, he should have brought Wan Boguang to Shuoyang long ago.

At this time, Tieguanyin should have punished Wan Bo Guang in the Black Prison Prison of the God Captain.

Tieguanyin walked forward and looked at Jiang Ping up and down. He felt relieved when he saw that he had no missing arm and legs.

Hearing this, she gave Jiang Ping a blank look and said angrily with a slightly coquettish tone:

"Can't I come? I'm afraid that if I don't come, I will never see one of my good brothers again?"

She really shouldn't have come, but when she heard the wine fairy saying that Jiang Ping was staying in Murong's Mansion and refused to leave, she seemed to have some hidden secrets. When she heard that the Murong Mansion was surging, the place of right and wrong was in a bit uncontrollable, she couldn't help but think that she had to go over and support her younger brother.

Don’t worry about what Jiang Ping wants to do, at least people must come out safely.

With the face of the Tie family, even if the Murong family is opposite, Tie Guanyin has this confidence.

"Ahem, you can come or come. I can go wherever I want."

Jiang Ping smiled embarrassedly.

"Female donor, the little monk's Buddha just told the little monk that you have a fate with the little monk."

Some untimely sound suddenly penetrated.

Bujie looked at Tieguanyin with bright eyes, his hands folded, and his face firm.

Jiang Ping couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands.

As expected, this guy has been dead since he was young.

When you meet someone and love another, you are talking about him.

I just said that I didn’t want to get married anymore, but now I said I’m destined to be there.

Can your Buddha take care of you so much fate?
Chapter completed!