Two peerless beauties accompanied me by their side, smiling and looking forward to each other.
With a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Chang'an, Li Shimin devoted himself to acting as a guide and introduced to Mrs. Ye every place of interest, including the eight scenic spots in Chang'an, three of the four. Every time Li Shimin visited a scenic spot, he was able to explain its historical origins in a clear and logical manner.
It seems that they have done enough homework.
There are two handsome young men, one is dressed in brocade, he is heroic and has an extraordinary demeanor, the other is wearing a fox fur cloak, he is handsome and unruly.
In addition, Wanwan and Xiao Meiniang, two beauties with different styles and graceful looks, accompanied them. They really attracted the attention of passers-by along the way.
Ordinary people saw these four people with admiration and envy, but the eyes of countless outsiders were looking at the deeper meaning behind the Demon Emperor and the King of Qin traveling hand in hand, and they all fell into speculation.
This morning, Mrs. Ye didn't know how many interested people were watching her.
However, he seemed not to be aware of it and simply enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way. He even watched the three-legged cat kung fu at a busker's stall for a full two-quarters of an hour, and even sold a lot of soft items to Wanwan and Xiao Meiniang.
It's approaching noon.
At a Yuelai Inn outside the Yuanma Bridge, the four of them stopped playing, went to the second floor of the inn, and ordered a table of food and a bottle of good wine.
Seeing that Mrs. Ye had no appetite, the other three people were indeed a little hungry after playing all morning, but they did not eat as much as they wanted.
Xiao Meiniang was pouring wine for Mrs. Ye, as calm as ever, but Wanwan was looking around with interest, as if searching for something.
One cup after another.
It wasn't until half the bottle of wine was finished that Mrs. Ye, with her brows lowered, rubbed the celadon wine glass in her hand and raised her head.
On the corridor.
Two light footsteps came.
But Mrs. Ye never looked at the entrance of the corridor, but looked up at the eaves.
"There are really no places in life where we don't meet each other~"
Wanwan finally found the person she wanted to wait for. With dazzling eyes, she looked at the two people coming upstairs and continued: "Sister Feixuan, we meet again, eh? Who is this old lady?"
Fan Qinghui, the master of Cihang Jingzhai Zhai, although time has made people grow old and she is indeed over 50 years old, Cihang Jingzhai exercise has its own beauty effects, making her look only in her thirties, but her charm is still there.
You can't even call her an old lady.
If in normal times, Wanwan had met this old enemy alone that her master would pay attention to, she would have run as fast as she could, and she would definitely not have the mood or courage to ridicule her.
But now, with the Demon Emperor by her side, Wanwan couldn't think of anyone in the world who would be safer than herself, so she naturally became more courageous, and she didn't need to save face for the headmaster who was the leader in the right path.
But Fan Qinghui didn't pay attention. Instead, he looked directly at Mrs. Ye, and looked at the Emperor of the Demon Sect who was extremely sick and seemed to have half of his foot in the coffin.
After performing a Buddhist salute with one hand, Fan Qinghui said calmly: "This must be the Demon Emperor Ye Taizun."
Mrs. Ye was silent.
No one dared to say anything.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
It was Fei Xuan who broke the embarrassment for her master. She bowed to Ye Tai and said: "Demon Emperor, we meet again. This is Fei Xuan's master and the master of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui.
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"kindness."
Ye Tai nodded lightly, looked away from them, drank wine, and said: "Are you here to eat or to fight?"
Shi Feixuan smiled and said: "The Demon Emperor is joking. This is an inn, not a school ground. Feixuan and Master are naturally here to eat. But it is such a coincidence. I wonder if Feixuan is lucky enough to sit at the same table as the Demon Emperor."
Seeing that Mrs. Ye didn't speak, Wanwan knew that Mrs. Ye had no good impression of Cihang Jingzhai, so she looked at the Eight Immortals table where the four of them were sitting on one side with a sweet smile, and said distressedly: "Oh, what a coincidence, sister Feixuan,
The table is too small to accommodate these two Buddhist giants. Could it be that you and this old lady want to sit on the lap of the right man?"
Before coming, Shi Feixuan and Fan Qinghui expected that they would encounter difficulties, but for the great cause of Buddhism, they could tolerate this humiliation.
Fan Qinghui waved the whisk, glanced at Wanwan, and said calmly: "The Holy Girl of the Demon Sect only had this amount of energy, but when did the Demon Sect become the head of the Saint?"
Wanwan, who was originally smiling delicately, raised her eyebrows and sneered, saying: "The Demon Sect is naturally headed by the Demon Emperor, so Master Fan Zhai doesn't have to worry about this. If you two feel that Wanwan is as inferior as the second rank, then
Don't stand here, just do it, but if you don't have the courage, then leave, don't stay here and hinder the Demon Emperor's eyes."
The two of them were silent, but looked at the Supreme Demon Emperor.
Mrs. Ye drank the wine in the glass, put the celadon wine glass on the table, raised her hand to stop Xiao Meiniang from pouring the wine, glanced at the two people, and said: "Pour the wine."
The imperial concubine's expression was stunned for a moment after she lifted her veil, and then she didn't feel any shame at all. Yingying walked up, took the jug from Xiao Meiniang's hand, and filled a glass of wine for Mrs. Ye.
Holding the wine pot, the Buddhist saint said in a tone that seemed both sad and resentful: "If the Demon Emperor wants his concubine to pour wine for you, what's the problem? Even if the Demon Emperor is always with you and serves you everywhere, there's nothing wrong with it.
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At this moment, people can't tell whether she is a Buddhist saint or a demonic saint.
Mrs. Ye picked up the wine glass, rubbed it back and forth twice, and took a closer look at the saint of Cihang Jingzhai for the first time.
He reached out his hand, took off her veil, and threw it on the table.
Shi Feixuan did not resist from the beginning to the end. After her veil was torn off by Mrs. Ye, she revealed a face as beautiful as jade, biting her lips slightly. There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in her coldness, which was very pitiful.
But Mrs. Ye didn't want to be the kindhearted master. He sneered and said, "You want to save me? Just like Shi Zhixuan did back then?"
Fan Qinghui, who was behind him, said: "We can't talk about enlightenment. Cihang Jingzhai just wants the Demon Emperor to give her a chance, a chance for Concubine Xuan to be by your side forever."
The Demon King is not a fool, and there is no need to hide this purpose.
And Cihang Jingzhai is very good at conspiracy. On the surface, he will give you a peerless beauty as a slave for free in exchange for an opportunity to try to convert you. As long as your mind is strong and flawless, it seems impossible to be deceived.
A woman hindered me from changing my original intention.
The evil emperors of all generations were extremely arrogant and arrogant people. Basically, they would happily accept the saints sent by Cihang Jingzhai.
It's not that he is greedy for beauty, but he despises this kind of trick from the bottom of his heart. He feels that his mind cannot be distorted in any way. He just wants to see the so-called leader of the righteous path make a fool of himself under his own hands.
Whenever Buddhism is weak, Cihang Jingzhai will definitely use this trick, and it works almost every time.
Facts have proved that half of the evil emperors are indeed very determined and cannot be swayed by a woman.
However, there are still half of the cases where the evil emperors were successfully influenced by the women of Cihang Jingzhai. Even if they will not switch to Buddhism, they have already shaken their minds and find it difficult to carry out other methods to exterminate Buddhism.
Nowadays, the power of the Demon Sect is unprecedentedly powerful. People in the three religions have actually expected that the old drama of Cihang Jingzhai will be repeated, so concealing it is of no use at all, and may even have the opposite effect.
It would be better to put everything out there, try to arouse the Demon Emperor's arrogance, and happily accept the challenge that half of the Evil Emperors have failed to pass.
Mrs. Ye looked at Fan Qinghui, who had a calm expression but firm eyes, and smiled.
"I'm not in the mood to play house games with you, but if you really want to transform me into a Buddha, you only have one chance."
Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan looked at each other with burning eyes and said:
"What chance?"
"Demon King, please speak frankly."
Mrs. Ye looked downstairs through the window. The familiar figures of two men and three women were walking into the inn without realizing it.
Ye Tai chuckled and said: "The opportunity has come. I once owed someone two favors because she saved me and gave me the Immortality Secret to repair my body. Now I have repaid one favor, and there is still one that I have not yet repaid, but
Before that, you have to convince her to give up her master and her country and use this favor to convert me into a Buddha. I don’t think there is much hope of success."