4. Going to a meeting alone. In the haze, there was the whistling sound of night walkers passing by on the roof. I jumped up suddenly and rolled to the side to guard against a sneak attack. In "Youhuangshui County", the black-clothed ninja was injured by Toka.
It will definitely not give up.
It was quiet all around. The sound of the wind only appeared once and was never heard again. Across a wall, Guan Baoling made no sound. She might have fallen asleep peacefully - "Will she leave tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?
, the day after tomorrow, we all pass by each other and never meet again?" My nose felt sour, and I suddenly wanted to get drunk once and put away everything about her, including the strange experience in the glass box.
Once again, I thought of the sonorous aphorism: "She is a tycoon's woman!"
When I woke up at dawn, I felt dizzy and dizzy, especially the joints in my limbs, which were sore and painful. My body had never been so weak.
The weather outside is still sunny, and it doesn't seem to be a suitable day for the Hongmen Banquet or "going alone to a meeting".
The first person to knock on the door turned out to be not Xiao Lai, but Master Shenbi, the presiding officer of Fengge Temple. He had obviously lost weight, the flying look in his eyes was no longer visible, and his once straight body had also changed.
He must be a little stooped. The successive changes in the temple have made the situation take a turn for the worse. He can no longer control the situation smoothly. In addition, after the arrival of the big shots, the special police have been deployed in every suspicious space in the temple. Sooner or later, his role as the host will be in name only, and his reputation will be gone.
sweep the floor.
"Mr. Feng, I have brought you something, please take a look." He was holding a shiny black rosewood box in his hand, twenty centimeters square, with countless maple leaves carved all over the body.
"What is this?" I didn't reach out to pick it up, but the history of this box should be very long. The bright black light was formed by the sweat of many people after touching it, similar to the "Pan Jade" grinding wheel on the antique market.
Light technology.
He gently opened the lid of the box. On the black velvet lining, there was a snow-white jade plaque embedded neatly. It had no impurities and was extremely pure. The size of the jade plaque was like a standard playing card, with a handle engraved in the middle.
An exquisite blood-red short-handled sickle. The red sickle is made of white jade, just like the blood stains suddenly stained on the white snow. It is particularly dazzling and weird.
Only then did I notice that Master Shenbei had changed into a brand new gray cloth monk robe today, with an equally brand new white cloth belt tied around his waist. The attire seemed a bit strange. The sickle jade medal in the box was once mentioned by the Asahi Shimbun
"It has been reported repeatedly that it is a token of the past abbots of Fengge Temple, passed down from generation to generation, and the red color is not lit with paint, but the most pious ten drops of blood from the ten fingers of each generation of abbots after taking over the incense bath.
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Liangyu naturally absorbs the essence of human blood, and over time, it becomes what it is now.
"Mr. Feng, you are well-informed, and of course you know the meaning of this sickle jade tablet. Master Bumenlu taught you the 'Yin and Yang Divine Power', and you should be the next generation's abbot of Fengge Temple. I am old and wise.
But it has not changed with the passage of time, just like what Master Kamikawa has always said about me - 'It is impossible for a stubborn stone to turn into a beautiful jade'. Your appearance is the moment when I abdicate, so this jade plaque
I must give it to you..."
I was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, because what Master Shenbei said was completely ridiculous. I am an authentic Chinese, how could I be the abbot of a Japanese Buddhist temple? It just doesn’t make sense based on emotion and reason. Besides, I am just a person in Fenggeji Temple.
A passing visitor, who cares about hosting?
"Mr. Feng, please don't let down Master Bumenlu's ardent hope of teaching you divine power. He once said that this mysterious power can only be taught to those who are destined, and he has sealed himself in a tree house for so many years just to preserve it."
I have to use my own mental and physical strength to survive hard until the right person appears."
He was about to put the box in my hand, so I clasped my left index finger and flicked it, hitting the tip of his elbow, making him unable to move his entire right hand.
"Master Kambei, I will leave Fenggeji Temple soon and leave Hokkaido. It is impossible to have anything to do with the temple. The fact that Master Bumenlu taught me martial arts is just a coincidence, and I will never use this method again in the future.
Martial arts. I am Chinese. Unless I die and be reincarnated, how can I be the host here?"
Suddenly, a low and hoarse chanting sound sounded outside the courtyard. At least a hundred people spoke at the same time. An inexplicable sadness suddenly enveloped the small courtyard.
Master Shenbi shook his body, and the jade token suddenly bounced out of the box. The red velvet rope tied to it spread out silently, like a huge lasso, and fell towards my head. According to the rules of Japanese Buddhist temples, tokens must be put on the head.
, which means that the person concerned has acquiesced in taking over the mantle of the temple.
As soon as I got up, I encountered such an inexplicable "forced palace". I really didn't have the patience to deal with it, so I sneered: "Why force others to do something difficult?" I rushed forward and hit Master Shenbi's ribs with my right elbow, forcing him to retreat sideways.
, I had jumped out of the house door and landed in the yard.
The air is fresh, with the unique depression atmosphere of winter, which makes people feel open and smooth.
I knew that I would receive a call from Sun Long soon. In today's wonderful show of "going to the meeting alone", I had to become a supporting role and had to go through the scene bravely.
"Mr. Feng, please stay. The news that you have obtained Master Bumenlu's 'Yin Yang Divine Power' has spread throughout Japan. Even if you don't admit that you are the abbot of Fengge Temple, you still have an unbreakable relationship with the temple. Please think about it carefully.
!As for the royal family, within a few days, a formal decree will be issued announcing that you are the new generation abbot of Fengqie Temple, and will be included in the roster of the Buddhist Temple Management Association——"
Master Shenbi chased after me, dropped the sandalwood box, grabbed the jade token in his hand, turned over and followed me.
The voices of the monks chanting sutras outside the courtyard walls suddenly increased, as if in response to Master Shenbi's relentless pursuit.
"I'm not interested in being the host of Fengge Temple, and I'm not in the mood to listen to you chanting sutras. Master, please do as you please!" I sneered and gave the order to exclude guests.
"Mr. Feng, you must promise me, no matter what -" Master Shenbi's chattering really angered me, and the last bit of goodwill I had for him was wiped out, before he could finish his lengthy words.
, I stretched out my right hand, grabbed his left wrist, suddenly twisted it with force, and threw him straight away.
This move couldn't help but use the "yin and yang power" from Master Bumenlu. Master Shenbi flew high over the courtyard wall, and fell with a thud as the monks screamed.
At this moment, Guan Baoling's door opened with a swish, she leaned out half of her body and asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"
Her hair was disheveled and disheveled. It looked like she had just woken up and hadn't had time to wash herself. There was only a corner of lipstick left on her lips, like the fallen plum blossoms in winter, with a sad and sad beauty.
"What happened? I heard chanting and someone fighting?" She raised her eyebrows and looked into the yard in confusion.
All the monks rushed to take care of Master Shenbi. Of course, no one bothered to continue chanting sutras, which finally made my ears clear.
"It's okay, it's okay." In front of Guan Baoling, I hope that I will always maintain a noble elegance. Even if my financial status cannot compete with the tycoons, at least I can maintain the dignity of a young man and leave her a good memory.
"That's good!" She smiled, pursed her lips, and raised her hand to wipe away the corner of lipstick. Suddenly she remembered something and changed her expression to a melancholy expression: "Today I will leave Fenggeo Temple, and everyone may never be here again."
We will never meet again. Feng, I want to sincerely say 'thank you' to you. Without you, I might still be locked in that glass box! I told Mr. Ye about the strangeness of our being together.
He asked me to thank you on his behalf, signed a check from a Swiss bank, and sent someone to deliver it here immediately."
As soon as money was mentioned, I felt as if I had been insulted by the tycoon and immediately refused: "I don't want anyone's money. When I was in the glass box, I didn't do anything at all. Everything is God's will. No one has money."
There is no need to thank anyone."
How to express my gratitude, I would rather express my gratitude to her myself. Thank her for allowing me to have such wonderful memories, to be with her, to have the opportunity to do things for her that no one can replace, and to keep myself "unique" in her life.
"The role. Men are selfish and narcissistic. No matter in any era or at any age, they all hope that they can be a precious memory that will never fail in a girl's heart.
Guan Baoling combed her hair and sighed heavily: "Not greedy for money, not seeking fame, not seeking high-ranking positions - men like you seem to be the rarest creatures in this era..."
It is better to say goodbye on a sunny day than in the wind and rain. At least Guan Baoling can still be in the mood to joke and say goodbye with a smile.
"That's it, say goodbye in advance." She retracted her body and gently closed the door with a "swish" sound.
I smiled bitterly and said to myself: "Goodbye, goodbye."
Goodbye, in fact, sometimes we say "never meet again" rather than "see each other again". The sense of desolation comes again. Guan Baoling is gone, and Su Lun will be gone soon. Except for Xiao Kereng and Xiao Lai, it seems that I am gone again.
I became a loner.
Xiao Lai always appeared at the right time, holding the Nokia mobile phone: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Sun has arrived at Xunfuyuan Villa and will set off here in a few minutes. Should we prepare?"
The phone rang again, and I answered the call. It was Sun Long's always bold and free voice: "Feng, I'll be over right away, in about thirty minutes. This is your territory, you should treat me to a drink, right?"
"
He is known to have a lot of energy, and once had a superhuman record of not getting drunk from two large bottles of strong vodka.
"My territory? How do you say this?" I almost forgot what Master Shenbi said.
"Major newspapers in Japan have reported the news of the change of ownership of Fenggeji Temple. A Chinese will be the abbot of the Buddhist temple. This is the first time in Japan in the past 20 years. This matter has made the headlines of newspapers in various countries in East Asia. It is both entertainment news and
It’s political news again, congratulations to you, good brother! So, I must celebrate for you this time, and I specially brought a gift for you..."
It could be heard that Sun Long was unusually excited. I really didn’t know what benefits it would bring to him as a host, but I still reminded him very seriously: "The important figures of the Japanese royal family are in the temple now. You can definitely do it."
I imagine that the tentacles of the special police have penetrated into every corner of Fenggeji Temple, isn't it unwise to come now?"
If it were me, it seems that there is no need to show up at Fenggeji Temple. There will be many opportunities in the future. After all, everyone is developing in Japan and offending the most powerful person in the imperial family is simply throwing an egg at a stone.
Sun Longhao laughed angrily: "If the big shot is not here, there is no need for me to delay your business——"
Only halfway through this sentence, he changed the subject: "Feng, have you read the '*** claims' incident that has been making a fuss in the newspapers recently? We are both Chinese, can't you just step away and put it aside for the time being?"
Put aside personal gains and losses and do something practical for the Chinese people?"
"Patriotism and serving the country" is a huge and boundless topic, for which I was not fully mentally prepared.
"The magic gem 'Wrath of the Sun' is very involved. Do you still remember the plan we discussed when we were in Venice? At this point, it is not whether we should implement the plan, but the Japanese took the lead.
Prepare to seize the gem in hand, and then attack countries all over the world. Feng, I have a lot of information, temporarily put it here with Hawke, waiting for you to come and take a closer look——"
It was inconvenient to talk on the phone, but what he said did not seem to be a sensational magical legend. Whoever possesses the 'Wrath of the Sun God' will have the capital to travel across Asia and dominate the Pacific Rim. Let alone the ambitious Japanese.
Even the small star countries in Northeast Asia and Southeast Asia will look at the fat on their lips and be eager to try it, right?
"When I come over, let's chat slowly and see what the Japanese can do to me? Hahahaha..."
He ended the conversation with a burst of free and easy laughter, not paying any attention to the tense special police officers near Muwan Zhoushan.
Xiao Lai's face turned livid: "Mr. Feng, is there no way to stop Mr. Sun from coming? Last night I discovered that a group of high-precision rocket-propelled personnel were stationed east of Fengcut Temple. The American-style 'Spiny Alligator' rockets they used could be easily destroyed.
Targets in the air and on the ground within a range of 500 meters, whether Mr. Sun comes by car or helicopter, will inevitably be under the fire control of the other party."
All I can say is that Xiaolai still doesn’t know enough about the weapons and equipment of the special police. In fact, you don’t have to look at the deployment of troops in Fenggeji Temple. The long-range strike system of the Coast Guard alone can accurately achieve an error radius of no more than 70 centimeters.
Lock all active targets in the Hokkaido area.
As soon as Sun Long sets foot on Japanese territory, he is afraid that he will be targeted by the special police. As long as a big shot gives an order, Sun Long can disappear from the earth a hundred times.
He dared to come, of course he didn't throw himself into a trap to die, but what did he rely on to confidently challenge the big shot?
I am not Sun Long, nor am I a member of the Sharpshooter Club, so of course I cannot understand his thoughts.
Xiao Lai was already panicking. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and his arms were stiff and trembling. In this state, the gun might go off and accidentally injure others.
"Xiao Lai, call me. When Mr. Sun comes, you must not act rashly. Do not shoot casually under any circumstances. Of course, important people will come forward to solve big problems. Your task is to stay in this small courtyard and take good care of Miss Guan.
, we must not let her disappear again, understand?"
I at least want to ensure that Guan Baoling is safe before leaving Fengcut Temple, and she will never be like Wang Jiangnan, who originally wanted to send her away, but lost her instead.
Xiao Lai murmured for half a minute, took out two pistols from his pocket, unloaded the magazines tremblingly, and smiled sheepishly: "Mr. Feng, my hands are shaking so much, I'm afraid they might go off in a moment." Only a sharp gun can be used.
Only an extremely loyal person would be so nervous for Sun Long's safety. From this, it can be seen that Sun Long's method of winning over people's hearts is still very effective.
I stepped out of the door, weighed the direction, and then kept heading east, ready to see Su Lun.
Two young monks holding brooms were coming out of Su Lun's courtyard. They were walking in a hurry. One of them took out a huge copper lock and turned around to lock the door.
I was startled: "Hey, is there no one inside? Is Miss Su Lun still inside?"
The sunlight illuminated the copper lock brilliantly, making it particularly dazzling.
The young monk replied politely: "Mr. Feng, the guest has already left and went down the mountain after breakfast. However, there is a letter here for you." He took out a white envelope from his pocket and handed it over. The cover said
The five small words "brother Feng personally opened the door" are definitely Su Lun's handwriting - "Brother Feng, I'm leaving. The ancients said, 'If you don't agree with each other, you won't be able to work together'. I hope our differences are only temporary. People in the world are unable to reconcile with each other."
To contend with the political whirlpool, especially the sensitive focus area of Northeast Asia, I only hope that in a few months, you will join me unscathed. The ambitions of some Japanese people must not be believed, just like in Egypt at that time
In the desert, I don’t agree with you going down the well to save Tengjia.”