Li Shuang's eyes were slightly closed, he held the beads and recited Amitabha, and then slowly raised his head, his bright eyes looked at the person in front of him who regarded him as a life-saving driftwood.
The aunt was lying down to pull his monk's robe, but the young monk next to her immediately blocked her and said in a deep voice: "Donor, please respect yourself!"
The lady was startled and did not dare to move forward, but her tears became even more intense!
She cried and begged Lishuang to give them justice.
Li Shuang glanced at Chen Xi and Feng Qingyang, paused, and walked in front of them.
Recited Amitabha again.
Chen Xi couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart.
Subconsciously, she didn't want to see Li Shuang's pretentious look, but she also understood that at this time, the higher the hatred between her and Li Shuang, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
She coughed and said, "The Imperial Master is not reciting sutras in the Imperial Temple, so how come he has time to observe the sentiments of the people?"
"It is His Royal Highness's business to understand the sentiments of the people." Lishuang responded calmly, his tone of reply was flat and no emotion could be heard.
His eyes were focused on Xiao Qiansi's big eyes that looked exactly like Chen Xi's. The surface of his eyes was calm.
But for some reason, Chen Xi's feeling of depression became heavier and heavier.
She glanced at the stranded people around her, fearing that things might change, and her words to ask him stopped in her throat.
Faintly mockingly said: "That's right, the Imperial Master has long been an eminent monk who has escaped from the world of mortals, and has long since stopped caring about worldly affairs!"
Lowering his head, he looked at Xiao Qiansi's slightly frowning brow, and then looked at Feng Qingyang's silent, elegant and handsome face.
She said softly: "I'm sorry, we have something else to do, so I'll leave now!"
As he said that, he took the little guy's hand, then took Feng Qingyang's arm, and gave him a toothy smile.
Feng Qingyang's eyes paused for a second on Chen Xi's smiling face, then he curled his lips, showed a light smile, and walked away.
"National Master, you are the most unafraid of power in Ling Xiao Kingdom. You must help us!"
The begging of the common people echoed in Li Shuang's ears.
But his eyes were fixed on the back of the happy family of three, and veins popped out in the hand holding the prayer beads.
Suddenly, the string on which the prayer beads were strung could not bear the heavy pressure. With a snap, the beads fell, clattering and jumping on the ground.
His eyes shifted from the distant back to the dancing beads on the ground, and the dark light danced with the beads.
"National Master!"
The two young monks around him were shocked and quickly bent down to help Li Shuang pick up the beads.
Li Shuang stood proudly, looking at the two panicked young monks with his dull black eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his clear tone made people panic: "If the beads are broken, evildoers will be born! The Mingxuan Continent is going to be in chaos!"
"Chaos?"
"Oh my god, what should we do? Master Imperial Master, who is that monster? Please take him in quickly!"
When the people kneeling on the ground heard this, they exploded like ants on a hot pot.
They found that Li Shuang's eyes fell on a family of three in the distance. The imaginative aunt immediately realized it. She covered her mouth and whispered: "It's that kid, right? Imperial Master, that monster is the young prince of Prince Gong's palace."
Right?"
How terrible!
The purple palm wind that Xiao Qiansi had just swept towards them when she was displeased still left them with lingering fears.
As soon as Auntie's words came out, everyone subconsciously equated the monsters in Xiao Qiansi's and Lishuang's words.
Everyone looked panicked, as if their innocence was about to collapse.