Dama suddenly raised his head and stared at the magic weapon, his cloudy eyes looked shocked, his lips were wriggling and just about to open his mouth, Feng Zhiwei had already walked by like the wind, walked to the golden basin containing crispy cheese, and served it with the roasted lamb The silver knife picked up the white cheese and waved it at everyone.
Under the sunlight, the silver knife holding the crispy cheese slowly turned black!
People opened their mouths in disbelief, and the moment of extreme shock and aphasia resulted in extreme silence. Feng Zhiwei squinted at Dama Living Buddha, and said slowly: "Dama Allah, if He Lianzheng hadn't been poisoned just now, he would have escaped." But you're a killer with cheese, right? You really took great pains to kill him."
"You...you..." Dama wriggled her lips, desperately trying to say something, but her body was shaking violently, and her whole body looked more and more shriveled, as if she was about to shrink into her cassock.
"You took a bribe from Firefox to slander the concubine for him, and prevent the concubine from participating in the celebration so that they could murder the king—Dama. Are you also a precept disciple? Or a monk? You have been worthy of millions of Huzhuo children for many years Come here to worship? Are you worthy of this vast grassland with your head up and your head clear and clear?"
"You..." Dama seemed to want to prop up his body with his hands to refute Feng Zhiwei, his skinny and old fingers scratched the ground feebly, and his long nails scraped mud and debris, but he was still unable to move a single bit.
"You claim to be practicing hard work in this life, a small temple with green lights, plain and simple, and you are loved by millions of subjects in the grassland, but it is a pity that you are a hypocritical Buddhist scum who deceives the world for fame!"
Feng Zhiwei took a step forward, pulled off a part of Dama's sleeve, and tore the cloth with her fingers, revealing the same gleaming golden black gold thread, stretched that half of the sleeve in the air, and said loudly: "My Brothers and sisters in the prairie, have you been touched by Dama Tulku's frugality because of his cassock that has not been changed for 30 years? Let me let you see clearly today that it has not been changed for 30 years because there is nothing The clothes are worth the real value of this piece!"
The cassock woven of black gold silk shone brightly in the sunlight. Everyone closed their eyes for a moment, not knowing whether their eyes were pierced by the light of black gold, or their hearts were pierced by such an unacceptable reality.
It was like seeing the god who had been towering in the clouds of the grassland for many years collapsing, and it seemed that the fortress of faith in the depths of the heart suddenly cracked. People felt a little bit at a loss in their hearts, and they didn't dare to believe it. — as long as he justifies himself, they all believe it!
But no.
Living Buddha Dama was trembling all the time, with a low whimper in his throat, his cloudy eyes rolled weakly, unable to respond to Feng Zhiwei's pressing questioning step by step.
Kelie's eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth to speak. Gu Nanyi took out his own small walnut opposite him, and ate it calmly. From time to time, he aimed the small walnut at Kelie's mouth. If you utter a single word, a walnut will be stuffed into your throat immediately.
He looked back slightly, his expression was a little anxious, but with such a plague god in front of him, it was impossible to take a step.
"Dama Allah." Feng Zhiwei stood far away, looking down at him condescendingly, "You are the son of the sacred Changshengtian, who predicts the destiny and protects the grassland. I didn't hide it from your wise eyes, and poured dirty water on your head, so whether it's right or wrong, right or wrong, Feng Zhiwei stands here, waiting for our father to answer."
Her expression is eloquent, her righteous words are strict, her brows are upright and bright, her fingers clinging to the black gold sleeves are white, standing in the wind like a snow mountain cold stone statue, resolute and strong.
The man in the prairie looked up at her, and suddenly felt that this Han woman whom he had always looked down upon, looked noble and majestic at this moment.
In one day, I saw her being accused, besieged, and humiliated, but she was always calm, calm and calm, overturning the unfavorable situation with a raised hand, showing her sharpness but not aggressive, daring to do something but leaving room, Even at this moment, facing Dama Living Buddha who has been targeting her, she still wants to give the other party a chance to defend herself.
What the prairie boy appreciates most is the upright and open-minded people. In contrast, Dama Living Buddha, who has always been like a god, shrinks on the carpet speechlessly, which is too disappointing.
Although the destruction of beliefs does not happen overnight, as long as the seeds are planted, there is a possibility of germination.
The men in the prairie fell silent. Although their eyes were still half-believing, it was obvious that under Feng Zhiwei's fierce accusation, none of them insulted and accused him like before. The implication was self-evident.
Dama raised his bloodshot, cloudy old eyes and looked at Feng Zhiwei. What was reflected in those eyes was not a solemn woman in a black dress, but a she-wolf in a blood dress walking towards the grassland.
He no longer tried to squirm his lips—since Feng Zhiwei stood up just now, the blood in his whole body seemed to be bound by something suddenly, sticky and thick, restricting all his words and movements.
In a daze, I remembered Feng Zhiwei's visit last night... She went to pick up the oil lamp... She sat in the shadow opposite him... The two men standing upwind at the door... Faintly, it seemed as if a thunder flashed in my heart, splitting the chaotic will .
Sure enough, she came prepared. Although she didn't know how she did it, it was obvious that she attracted his full attention last night, sent someone to replace his copper magic weapon and vestment, and poisoned him by the way.
The most important problem is that she must have a top poison expert by her side, who can completely control the moment of his poisonous attack, so that he can only keep silent at this moment, but with so many people present, seeing that everything was going on with him before, but at this moment they are "unable to... Speak the truth" is tantamount to a tacit accusation.
With this continuous blow, she not only relieved her own danger, but also pushed him off the throne of theocracy. This she-wolf has long been suspicious of Kret and Nata's child. If she doesn't give up, she will pull him in and wipe out all the enemies who are not good for her in one fell swoop.
The living Buddha accepted bribes, colluded with the head of the Firefox family, framed the concubine and plotted to assassinate the king...it was unimaginably ruthless!
Dama lowered her eyes and took a heavy breath... Is the future of the grassland really destined to be manipulated by this woman... No... No...