sions of long Tiande and long Huaiyu become more and more wonderful and colder.after Wenshan finished, long Tiande took a deep breath and said to Wenshan, "Wenshan, this trip has wronged you. You shou...Chapter 1563 Tea, opened

"it seems that the person you want is coming."

King Ning casually started making tea and said without looking up, "you just sit here upright, and you're not going to take it by surprise"

"not needed."

Chueh-an shook his head and his snow-white eyebrows fluttered in the wind. "after thinking for a long time after the first two failures, the poor monk finally realized where the problem was," he said in a penetrating tone.

"that means the poor monk cares too much about means."

"there can be no hesitation or indecision in dealing with the goal of the prince, because the slightest hesitation and delay will bring unexpected changes to the situation, and there will always be some inexplicable people and things to prevent the poor monk from killing him."

at the moment, the fundus of Chueh-an is full of cold and killing, so there is no sense of the open-mindedness and Buddha nature that an eminent monk should have.

King Ning looked up at Chueh-an. From that look, King Ning seemed to notice something. He all said sarcastically, "the king always thought monks were merciful, but I didn't expect you to be angry and remonstrant."

"murder has been committed, so why care about one more anger"

Chueh-an didn't mind King Ning's bluntness. He said faintly, "there is a predestined method for Buddhists. At that time, Buddha cut meat and fed eagles, and there were also Luohan who killed creatures with a staff. He was obsessed with the great precepts of right and wrong. To put it bluntly, he was seeking peace of mind."

"at the moment, the prince has become a magic barrier in the hearts of poor monks. If they do not get rid of their evil desires, they will not be able to let go of them. Buddhists in the world will never be quiet."

"it is better for a poor monk to go to hell alone than to be buried with tens of thousands of Buddhist children."

King Ning couldn't help laughing and said, "I really didn't see that the master still had the pride to sacrifice his life for righteousness and become benevolence."

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Chueh-an looked at King Ning and said faintly: "the king does not have to ridicule the poor monk. If the poor monk is mad or angry, he will eventually settle it in front of the Buddha, but the poor monk is still alive. As a land immortal, the poor monk can more or less feel some natural ethics, so he gives him a piece of advice. If the prince is not removed, the prince will eventually become empty."

"and the later it is, the harder it is to remove the prince."

King Ning's face darkened slightly, but then he sneered and said, "is the Master trying to say that he is the son of destiny"

this time, before he forgot to open his mouth, King Ning immediately said decisively, "since childhood, the king believes that my destiny is not determined by heaven, and that manpower can be changed to be more reversible. What is doomed in this world it is nothing more than a group of losers who do not work hard enough to find an excuse for their own failure. Li Chen is blessed by God, can he have one more head and one more life"

"it is hard to imagine that such a demagogic remark should come from the mouth of a master of Tao."

Chueh-an quietly looked at the disgruntled and disdainful King Ning, and finally did not force an explanation, but said faintly, "believe it or not, there will be no more Li Chen in the world after today."

"as soon as the prince showed up later, the poor monk directly killed him with all his strength, and then went to the crescent pass to kill the two men who had promised Wang Ye. In this way, the deal between the poor monk and Wang Ye was reached, and there will be no more meeting since then."

King Ning looked at the steaming purple sand teapot on the small furnace and said faintly, "well, that's good."

the dialogue between the two ended, and there were footsteps of several people coming upstairs.

pedal.

Gudu.

the tea boiled and the lid of the purple sand teapot was knocked by steam, making a crisp sound.

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