Shang Fu was not to be outdone, but he didn't hear what they were saying even if he strained his ears. He pointed at himself excitedly: "What about me? What about me?"
"Master Shaoqing, you haven't finished what I asked you before, right?"
Shang Fu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"That Zheng Yi!"
His whereabouts are still unknown.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Shaoqing."
The reputation of the Criminal Division is not very good.
When encountering something like this that requires hard work to find clues and information, it is more convenient for Dali Temple and Shang Fu to come forward.
Although Yu Qiansi knew that Zheng Yi was just used by the murderer to make up for his crimes. Although she was cold-blooded, she was not hard-hearted. It would be great if she could be saved.
Boyi was a little worried, "What about you?"
"I...take some time to relax."
The worry in her black eyes was filled with kindness and warmth. She was slightly surprised, and she just nodded and said: "When the matter is done, go to Da'anfang to find me."
Everyone took the order and dispersed.
Qian Shifang saw Yu Qiansi pacing as if about to leave, so he stepped forward and said, "Master Yu, are you...are you okay?"
He, who has also been too worried recently, can naturally understand her depression.
The woman's figure was still upright, but for no reason, it reminded him of a green bamboo with warm white flowers in full bloom.
My heart sank, and I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say. In the end, I could only console myself: "Master Yu, please... take care of yourself."
Yu Qiansi smiled and was half-pushed out of the door by Qingfeng.
Outside the door, it is already a strong summer day.
After all, Haruhi was losing ground in the siege of the mad summer.
No matter how unwilling you are, you can't resist the destiny of the four seasons.
She stood in the sun, feeling the swaying flags after the summer victory, and headed towards Da'anfang against the scorching sun and strong wind.
In fact, the facts of the case were already clear, but she needed to clear her thoughts, and then she had to leave Boyi to find the so-called "last link".
She has been feeling a little sleepy for the past half month.
Ever since she suddenly learned the clues from Boyi, she would suddenly have an unreal feeling.
It seems that the next moment, I will wake up from the dream. But there is a faint uneasiness in my heart.
Now it seems that his identity may be more complicated than he imagined.
But...this is the only clue.
She has been waiting for so many years. If she misses this time, who knows how long she will have to wait?
Therefore, she has been subconsciously avoiding the possible consequences of intervening in this matter.
But since her confrontation with the murderer last night, and with the young master's forbearing concessions step by step, she had to face this problem squarely.
She has never been a magnanimous gentleman with the world in mind, but a selfish and profit-seeking person.
But... if what she did would hurt her relatives and friends around her, she would be a little undecided.
Should I tell the truth to the young master, or should I keep it secret for now?
She just felt like her mind was in a mess.
"Amitabha, the owner of the Jade Pavilion."
The familiar voice awakened her mind, and she walked to the Yinlong Temple without knowing when.
"Master Jiukong."
Jingkong held the rosary in his hand, made a single-palm salute, and said with a smile: "Today is the fifth day of the third lunar month. It is a good time to meet friends to eliminate the gloom and avoid unnecessary thoughts."
"Does the eminent monk also expect victory?" Yu Qian said teasingly, but her expression was not disrespectful at all. She stepped up the steps of Yinlong Temple: "But you plan to win every day?"
Jingkongyou recited a Buddha's name: "Whether you win or lose, it's just thoughts. In life, you must have thoughts to have the motivation to keep going."
"Isn't thinking about lust just like lust? I thought that master, a foreigner, wouldn't talk about lust."
Seeing that she still looked as if she was still indifferent, Jikong sighed and said: "When people are born in the world, they live with desires. People who are born in the world, even if they are 'born out of the world', as long as they are still human, they will not be able to survive."
Free from vulgarity. Therefore, there is no need to treat them like wild beasts."
"You must know that if you patiently guide them, a savage beast can turn into a good pet."
The pear dimples at the corners of the mouth became shallow, and a moment of confusion flashed in the shallow eyes. Once again, he looked steadily at the lonely sky where smiles were full of smiles in the folds, taking root and sprouting.
She was a little stunned.
I was amazed by his transparency, gentle and considerate care and guidance.
"Master, are you waiting here on purpose today?"
Jingkong laughed loudly, and the sky became clearer again: "The poor monk said that today is a good time to meet old friends, so I will wait here to see who I can meet."
"Thank you, master. I understand."
She remembered that when she first met Ji Kong, she helped him clear his grievances and he helped her escape from the sea of suffering.
He sighed that he had a rare true temperament in the world.
"If I could live my life over again, I would also like to try your way of living. It is so comfortable and thoughtful, and makes me feel happy just by looking at it."
There are many shackles and cages in the world.
How many people can come and go with ease and ease?
Yu Qiansi looked back firmly and nodded in thanks.
Since you can't let it go, hold it all in your hands.
She wants to find out the truth. She also wants to protect her relatives and friends.
"Master, things have been busy lately. When this matter is settled, I will make tea and talk with you again."
After that, he left casually.
Although he still wears dirty clothes, he lives up to his previous wanderings.
A dark cloud came over lightly, half covering Yinlong Temple in shadow.
Ji Kong watched her leave, and the bright smile that had just faded away as the clouds grew heavier.
There is a little bit of hidden sadness in the weather-beaten eyes.
The little novice monk behind him asked: "Zen Zun, you are different from the Master of the Jade Pavilion..."
"Amitabha," the old monk said, his back slightly stooped, "Everyone has his or her own destiny, there is no need to force it."
The retreating red figure has been mixed in with the lively pilgrims, and is almost invisible.
I just hope that both she and him can get what they want.
When I arrived at Da'an Square, I saw that Boyi was already sitting in the teahouse outside the square, chatting and laughing with several old men in short brown clothes. The loud laughter came without any wind.
Seeing Yu Qiansi approaching, her whole body was filled with heat, but there was no warmth at the corner of her forehead or the tip of her nose. Her dark eyes were full of displeasure. He quickly took her to the shade and ordered a bowl of sour plum soup for her.
"Why did you come here like this on such a hot day?"
The concern is beyond words.
The old farmers laughed and joked: "Young man, I just saw that you speak openly, but I didn't expect that you are as henpecked as we are!"
Boyi was startled and defended at a loss: "No, some old people, we are not..."
But the description becomes more and more confusing.
"Oh, being henpecked is not a bad thing. Let me tell you, he is a good man who cares about his wife and knows how difficult it is for a woman! Brothers, tell me, is that right?"
Several old people echoed incessantly, and there was another burst of laughter, and the sound reached into the clouds.
Yu Qiansi also refused to defend them, and just took a sip of sour plum soup with a smile on his face.
It still has the unique coolness from the deep well, which is an excellent way to relieve the heat.
Seeing that she was not in a hurry and wanted to sit down and chat with others, Boyi became shameless and pulled her away.
He said with slight annoyance: "What on earth did you ask me to come here for?"
Yu Qiansi caught a glimpse of the red tips of his ears, smiled and asked, "Do you know where the best blacksmith in the world comes from?"
