The sound of the watchman's gong came from the window.
Zhang Rongfang was lying on the bed, looking up at the top of the gray-white mosquito net, unable to fall asleep for a while.
Just now he told his senior brother everything at once.
Except for not mentioning my own source of information, I have said everything I can say and remind.
Can....
The senior brother's reaction was very strange.
Moreover, when it was time to return to Qinghe Temple in the evening, the temple owner Li Heng, who was supposed to go back together, looked uneasy and didn't know what was going on.
‘From what I have inquired about before, the news that the Mi Gang was dissatisfied with the Qinghe Palace and wanted to pay blood debts was said in front of many people during a meeting. This was obviously a deliberate release of the news.
Even if I wasn’t secretly listening to it in the Chen family, there should be someone in the Qinghe Palace who was in the Mi Gang to get the information.’
'But after compensation, the Mi Gang was so upset that I framed the Chen family, and they actually wanted to take revenge. Does it mean that she, Shao Quanhu, doesn't want to live in Huaxin County anymore?' Zhang Rongfang was puzzled.
This is completely inconsistent with the logic of a businessman, and even if Shao Quanhu loves his son very much, he is crazy about revenge.
But are the other members of the Mi Gang willing to fight with her? You must know that once you do such a thing, no matter whether it succeeds or not, it will be equivalent to giving up everything you own in Huaxin County.
Zhang Rongfang's heart was in confusion for a while.
He slept groggily all night, and in his dream he dreamed about his previous life.
It was as if he was still working in the old office, doing paperwork.
"Brother Zhang, have you finished yesterday's documents?" asked Dai Yiyang, a young colleague in the same office who just joined the company.
"Documents? What documents?" Zhang Rongfang replied vaguely.
"This is what the boss asked for yesterday. Will it be announced soon?" Dai Yiyang came over with a smile on his face.
"Brother Zhang, isn't it just on your desk?"
Zhang Rongfang lowered his head and saw a document placed on his originally empty desk.
It is densely covered with red letters:
Murder is illegal.
Murder is illegal.
Murder is illegal.
Murder is illegal.
.....
...
The entire document is densely covered with blood-colored writing, and the writing seems to be crawling and moving.
They squirmed like insects, quickly spreading out from the paper and flowing to the table and around.
Even on Zhang Rongfang’s own clothes.
He saw red letters crawling on his hands and legs.
The blood-like handwriting was frantically heading toward his nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes.
Wow!!
Zhang Rongfang suddenly stood up from the bed and kicked off the quilt.
He kicked a hole in the middle of the quilt and tore it open, leaking out the cotton wool inside.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!...."
He was panting heavily.
My mind is still immersed in the emotions of the previous dream.
Murder is illegal...
yes....
This was the worry he had been hiding deep in his heart.
He was worried that others would discover that he had killed someone. He was worried that he would become the opposite of the government's laws.
He is still stuck in the concept of a society ruled by law from his previous life.
But he forgot that this was the Great Spirit, not the modern society in his previous life where legal supervision was much more complete.
"I...I..." Zhang Rongfang got out of bed, "I'm scared..."
He walked to the window wearing single clothes, took off the window bar, and opened the window.
The small courtyard illuminated by the sun outside appeared in front of him.
Xiaojiu was playing shuttlecock in the yard in the sunshine.
One after another, she still had a bright smile on her young face.
The sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the morning came from the direction of the kitchen.
It was the two handyman disciples who were making simple breakfast.
Zhang Rongfang put his hands on the windowsill and couldn't help but pinch the wooden window sill.
The rough texture and faint coolness brought him back to reality.
The panic of the dream was slowly diluted by reality.
"Senior Brother Rongfang, do you want to play together?" Xiaojiu noticed that Zhang Rongfang was getting up and waved to him.
"No. You can play by yourself." Zhang Rongfang wiped his face, his forehead and temples were covered with salt particles formed by sweat.
After closing the window and putting on his Taoist robes, he concentrated in the room and tried to soothe the anxiety in his heart.
But unfortunately, it's the same situation as when I first came into this world.
He was at a loss, insecure, worried, worried, and didn't know what he wanted to do.
Anxiety and tension, worries and worries, became more serious because of killing someone.
He was worried that he would be discovered by the government. The power of the government was so great that it was unrivaled to sweep the land.
If he is discovered, he will definitely not be able to escape...
He will die....
It may even implicate Master and Senior Brother...
After practicing Contemplation of Emptiness for an hour, Zhang Rongfang still couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart.
He is afraid, worried, and afraid of too many things.
Recalling when he was still in Qinghe Palace, his heart was not so chaotic and anxious.
Even though he had attribute powers, the strong sense of insecurity still lingered in his heart. He couldn't get rid of it.
After a moment of silence in the room, Zhang Rongfang packed up and left the Taoist temple.
On the bustling streets outside, people were coming and going, but those people seemed to be completely isolated from him at this time.
In order to avoid the commotion, he unconsciously walked in a deserted and quiet direction.
Leave the city and go into the mountains and forests.
The quieter mountains and forests made him feel a little calmer.
He didn't deliberately look for directions, but before he knew it, he had arrived in front of the Qinghe Palace Mountain Gate again.
Looking at the three door openings of the mountain gate, they represent the meaning of the three realms.
Zhang Rongfang walked forward and stepped in as he passed by, as if he had jumped out of the Three Realms when he stepped through the mountain gate.
This time when he returned to the mountain gate, he did not go to find the master immediately. Instead, he walked slowly and aimlessly in the Taoist palace.
From the observation deck surrounded by clouds and mist, to the Shangde Garden with dense flowers, to the three main halls where pilgrims flow.
Among the three main halls, the Caishen Hall and the Xuanxin Hall were the most crowded, while the Lingguan Hall was the deserted.
When Zhang Rongfang passed by, he walked into Lingguan Hall inexplicably.
In front of the statue of the three-eyed spiritual official, the temple master on one side, the Taoist monk, was reciting scriptures in a low voice.
Outside the desk, a few pilgrims and Taoists were sparsely kneeling on futons.
Among them, Xiao Qingying was also included.
She closed her eyes and kowtowed devoutly one after another.
The cheeks that were originally baby fat have also lost a lot of weight and become cool and pretty.
After chanting for a while, she also spotted Zhang Rongfang walking in.
But she didn't come over to say hello, and still did her own thing according to her own steps.
After reciting the entire Lingguan Baode Sutra, she put her hands together and slowly became quiet.
"Your mind is very confused."
Xiao Qingying raised her head without turning around, still looking up at the statue, but her voice was directed at Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang was silent for a moment.
"fine."
Xiao Qingying picked up three incense sticks and lit them by candlelight.
"Thank you for saving me several times before."
When the incense burns, gently shake it up and down to extinguish the fire.
She gently inserted the incense into the incense basin.
"Since my father died, I have been thinking a lot alone in the mountains."
"There is no trouble like before. No one is there to accompany me or accommodate me like before. No one is making things difficult or punishing me... It's like I fell into a deep hole from a busy market."
She turned her head and looked at Zhang Rongfang.
"There were many people around, but no one could touch me."
"Senior sister...aren't you sad?" Zhang Rongfang didn't know how to answer.
"I'm not sad, I'm just scared." Xiao Qingying's face revealed a flash of memories. "I still remember that in the past, my father always said that I named you Ying because I wanted you to be as crystal-clear and precious as Yingluo."
"The blue Yingluo is a symbol of purity and life... Later, after he died, I realized that only when he was alive could I be as precious as the Yingluo."
Zhang Rongfang was speechless.
He didn't know what to say to someone whose only family member had just died.
"You also have people who regard you as a treasure, right?" Xiao Qingying's words suddenly pulled him out of silence.
Almost instinctively, the figure of his sister Zhang Rongyu flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.
The girl who is willing to sacrifice almost everything for her younger brother should be such a person.
"have."
"That's great." Xiao Qingying smiled, but she was just calm.
She stopped talking, turned and walked towards the outside of the temple.
Zhang Rongfang looked at her leaving back and was speechless for a moment.
He was silent for a moment, walked to the futon where Xiao Qingying had just knelt down, knelt down gently, and looked at the majestic three-eyed spiritual official statue.
'I just don't want to get hurt...'
He put his hands together, cupped his hands, and kowtowed deeply.
'I don't want others to get hurt because of me.'
At this moment, his heart felt much calmer.
Since you are afraid of getting hurt, then try to create a place where no one gets hurt...
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Two days later.
The view of purity and harmony.
A circle of people sat together, holding bowls and vegetables to eat.
Stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with shredded cabbage, and steamed white fish.
Three kinds of stir-fries plus a cucumber and river shrimp soup.
Everyone in the audience had a very appetizing meal.
"When I went to buy groceries just now, I saw a wanted list posted at the market. Did you see it?" Seeing that no one was talking, Xiao Jiu couldn't help but say.
"There's one at the city gate, I saw it too," Xiao Li, a handyman, quickly answered.
"Three people from the Mi Gang suddenly disappeared. They were not found for several days, and their families reported the case."
A Taoist named Hongdao who went down the mountain with Zhang Rongfang Xiaojiu replied.
"The missing people are not ordinary people, right? Otherwise there wouldn't be such a big movement." Zhang Rongfang asked.
"Well, the three of them are all high-level bosses of the Mi Gang. I heard they were still Lian Jiazi. Three of them were lost in one go. Maybe they secretly did something bad and escaped." Xiao Jiu nodded.
"I guess so. One of them also said that he colluded with the bandits outside and was our former patrol officer of Qinghe Palace."
"Chen Zhihan?"
"Yes, that's the name. There are too many strokes on the last word, so I didn't recognize it." Xiao Jiu nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled.
Recalling the previous conspiracy of the Mi Gang, and then recalling the strange reaction of my senior brother.
The Mi Bang thing seems to have disappeared inexplicably...?
He went to check on the Chen family two days ago, but did not see Chen He return home. Most of the Chen family's belongings had been moved, and the family members were separated, leaving only an empty shell of the house.
I heard that Chen He's two sons were in court over the division of family property.
'But...why is this happening?'
Zhang Rongfang guessed that something must have happened behind this that he didn't understand.
Thinking of the abnormal look on his senior brother's face before, he quickly poured the rice in the bowl into his mouth and put down the bowl.
"I'm going back to the mountain in the afternoon, you don't have to count the food for me."
"Okay. Senior brother is going back to the mountain. Please help me bring something back to Xiaochun." Before Xiaojiu finished speaking, Zhang Rongfang disappeared from his eyes...
She sighed.
"It's like this every time. Senior brother, are you born in the year of the rabbit? Are you running so fast?"
The other people at the table couldn't help but curl up the corners of their mouths.