Thinking of this, Su Wanrong smiled faintly.

She was tall and stood in the middle of the warm pavilion, silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke without warning:

"I can go to the backyard with you, and even cooperate with this Pure Land master to cast spells. But after all, I am the queen. If this master fails to force out the so-called evil things you mentioned after the casting spells are over later, then..."

Su Wanrong's speech paused slightly, and she glanced at the people present with different expressions, and then continued to say in a cold voice:

"... Then you all have serious crimes of slandering the current queen. According to the laws of Jinyuan, you will lose your head. I may not cut your head, but you must stand on the gate of Chang'an City, clarify the causes and consequences in front of the people of the whole city, and apologize to me. Can you do this?"

Standing on the city gate, in front of the people of Chang'an, apologize to such a young yellow-haired girl who is young and old?

Not to mention the empress dowager who claims to be noble, even the ancestors think it is ridiculous.

And what is her tone?

He looks like he is sure that he will not be subdued by the Master of Pure Land Buddhism.

The Empress Dowager was very confident about the Master of Pure Land that he invited.

This Master of Pure Land is famous in the noble circle of the imperial city. She has heard people repeatedly mention that no matter what dirty things are mixed in any mansion, as long as you can invite Master Pure Land to come to the door and recite the Buddhist scriptures several times, no matter how bad the evil spirits are, they can all be eliminated.

And the person in front of him was just a monster possessed by a hundred-year-old demon fox, and he could not stand any magic weapon of the Master of Pure Land.

The Empress Dowager had predicted that Su Wanrong was about to die, but was just bluffing. After hearing what she said, the Empress Dowager sneered disdainfully and said dismissively: "I will follow you. When your soul is gone, I will see when you are so arrogant!"

Su Wanrong smiled faintly and said nothing.

At this time, the Buddha altar had been built. After the monk Pure Land had counted the tributes, he walked in from outside and ordered the little novice monk to press the demon to the front yard in a stern voice.

Su Wanrong lowered her eyes and saw that the little novice monk who was hurried towards her at this moment, she couldn't help but chuckle and burst out with a "puff".

This little novice monk is only seven or eight years old, and looks younger than Na Geer. He is born white and round, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Because he is anxious to walk, his round body stumbles. At first glance, he looks like a gray-blue ball of flesh rolling towards him, looking very gratifying.

Su Wanrongyuan was born with beautiful appearance. She pursed her lips and smiled, and she was stunned by the little novice monk. She just thought that this was not a evil demon? This was clearly a fairy who came out of the New Year painting. For a moment, she only knew that she was standing there blankly, and even forgot to come forward to suppress others.

This scene fell into the eyes of the monk Pure Land monk, and immediately cursed with his eyebrows and eyes wide open: "You stubborn fox demon! You are about to die, and you dare to use charm here to harm my monk's disciple!"

The monk stretched out his hand angrily, and wanted to pull her arm.

But Su Wanrong dodged it in time.

Before the monk of Pure Land Buddhism could be done, Su Wanrong's face turned cold. She stared at Pure Land Buddhism with cold eyes and said sternly: "Don't touch this palace, I will leave by myself."

The Queen's Fengyi is naturally extremely majestic.

At this moment, he was caught off guard and the monk Pure Land trembled all over his body subconsciously.

I thought that this monster had been practicing Taoism for only more than five hundred years, and he had a bit of a frightening momentum on his face. He was not afraid of him in front of a Taoist monk like him.

But then I thought about it, if there is momentum, it will be so powerful. When he waits to cast a spell and asks the Buddha to appear, there will be a time when this arrogant monster kneels down and begs for mercy.

Just as the Pure Land Sect was distracted, Su Wanrong lowered her eyes again, and when her eyes swept to the little novice monk on the side, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips:

"My little master, let's guide you in front of me."

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A Buddhist altar was built in the backyard of the mansion, surrounded by a wide range of tributes. The Empress Dowager and the ancestors sat on two rattan chairs not far from the Buddhist altar, under the servitude of the maids.

As for Su Wanrong, she was standing alone behind the Buddha altar, watching the Pure Land monk casting magic.

It is said that it is casting a spell, at least in the eyes of an outsider like Su Wanrong, it is no different from the monk chanting scriptures in the house just now. He still clasped his hands together and muttered in his mouth to recite those words that ordinary people could not understand at all.

As I was chanting, my speech suddenly accelerated and my voice was louder.

At such a very nervous moment, the two old ladies who were staring at the eye were holding their breath and their hearts were raised to their throats.

Then the monk shouted loudly and took out two yellow talismans depicting the Buddhist mantra from the cloth bag. Seeing this, the little novice monk hurriedly handed over the soup bowl prepared in the morning.

Su Wanrong was closest to him and saw a dark juice in the soup bowl. The monk Jingzong first stuffed the yellow talisman in it, then put his fingers in and stirred them back and forth for several times. After closing his eyes and silently chanting "Amitabha" and putting the soup bowl on the Buddha altar in front of Su Wanrong.

Su Wanrong knew it, that's what she meant to drink.

Looking at the dark and unknown juice swaying inside the bowl, Su Wanrong really didn't dare to drink it.

It’s not that I’m afraid that this will “reveal its true form” after drinking this bowl of things. First, the monk put his fingers in it, and then Su Wanrong felt that it was invisible when she thought about it, and her dark eyebrows subconsciously frowned slightly.

Su Wanrong's expression fell into the eyes of the Pure Land Sect, thinking that although this monster was arrogant on the surface, she was still afraid of her magic in her heart. She snorted coldly in her nose and shouted: "Dark monster, do you know how scared now? It's too late! Why don't you drink the bowl of holy water of me quickly and give it your prototype!"

Su Wanrong was a little afraid of drinking this water, but she was definitely not afraid of the so-called magic of this fake monk.

This will be sarcastic and a little sarcastic in the Pure Land Sect, and a sense of anger will pop up in his heart. He raised his eyes and swept the side of the ancestor and the empress dowager, but saw the two old ladies sitting there high above, looking at the show.

Su Wanrong sneered in her heart. She pursed her lips and looked stern, and she really brought the soup bowl up.

On weekdays, Su Wanrong is most afraid of bitterness. Now she is holding this bowl of soup with a strange smell, and she is really willing to do so.

Close her eyes and forced herself not to think about the process of making this bowl of things, and the fingers of the monk Jingzong reaching in and stirring. She held her breath and put her lips on the soup bowl...

She let out a "gulp" and just as she barely swallowed her mouth, a loud shout suddenly came from her ears.

Su Wanrong was stunned for a moment, always feeling that this voice seemed familiar. She subconsciously turned around and then stood there completely stunned.

The tall man in a black robe, with a gloomy face, was walking towards this side quickly.

The man had a clear and angular face, but at this time he seemed to be frozen directly by the frost, and his whole body was filled with a cold and cruel aura.

This is different from the kind of imperial dignity that men seem to be born with when they are wearing dragon robes on weekdays. It is a chill that can make people frightened and scared, and they are cold until they get into the cracks of their bones.

Even Su Wanrong, who was closest to him in the past, was slightly surprised when she saw the expression on Yinmang's face. Don't mention the two old ladies, the Empress Dowager and the Old Ancestor.

Shouldn’t Emperor Yuan of Jin be far away in Rongzhou now? Why did he suddenly appear here?

The two old ladies had a lot of calculations, but they never expected that Emperor Yuan of Jin would come back early.

The emperor was furious. No matter how brave the Empress Dowager was in front of him, he saw Emperor Yuan of Jin, who was full of evil spirits, and he was tense of a gloomy handsome face and gradually approaching here... The Empress Dowager's face turned pale and her whole body was so scared that she trembled and trembled continuously.

As for the ancestor, he had long been so shocked that he fell from the rattan chair and knelt on the ground. His old and bloated body shrank into a ball with a trembling bone, and he was hunched, for fear of being seen.

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I won't let it go this time, don't worry.

You will not see these two old ladies in the future.

Sure enough, I am not suitable for writing plots, write one paragraph after another... Next, let's continue to have a happy conversation about love.

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