Drunk in the wind showed doubts on his face, and the five realms were even more confused.

No one asked, Ai Cang Sheng obviously hadn't finished speaking yet. He then looked at the preaching mirror, staring at everyone in the spirit world with the eyes of the great avenue, and said calmly:

"There is no right or wrong in the dispute between the avenues. Talking to the victor can easily lead to the emergence of wolves, tigers and leopards, which has great disadvantages."

"I sit here, using my bow and arrow to draw the line between right and wrong. I serve as a touchstone for the brave at the highest point, but I protect the bottom line."

"The king will not see the king... If there is someone who has ideas that surpass me, courage that exceeds mine, and strength that exceeds mine, I will trample on my corpse after defeat. If he succeeds in attaining enlightenment, the world will applaud him."

"If you can't step on it, there will be another dead soul under the evil sin bow. This has been commonplace in the past thirty years."

Ai Cangsheng moved his eyes to look at Feng Zhongzui, and gave the final answer to this brave young man:

"Dao Qiongcang doesn't dare to say that he is right, and the Eight Masters don't know that he is right. The Holy Temple and the Holy Slaves may all be wrong."

"But I'm right!"

This sentence, love the common people, is categorical.

Under the shock of everyone in the Holy Mountain Square, he calmly said:

"I can't guarantee that I'm absolutely right. I'm relatively right, at least seventy-eight percent of the time, I've protected the five domains."

"I have been sitting on the Holy Mountain for more than thirty years, waiting for nine out of ten, or even...ten."

"Whoever beats me can be counted as ten!"

"Oh, no."

With this sigh, I felt drunk in the wind that something had been stripped away from the bottom of my heart, turning it into a hollow.

He looked at Ai Cangsheng in the wheelchair in front of him. He was not tall.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, which was standing on the steps and was barely taller than him.

Feng Zhongzui rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The Great Emperor of the People, high in the clouds!

Feng Zhongzui carries the preaching mirror. The preaching mirror spreads the love of the common people to the five realms. Love of the common people finally turns his eyes to the mirror.

He seemed to be looking at Master Shou.

It's more like looking at all the soul-refining juniors in the five regions.

"The sinful bow only has a bow but no arrow. It can only draw but not draw back."
Chapter completed!