I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 309 Buddha Blessing

In the north of Fengyuan City, Yunlai Restaurant.

Just as Wei Changtian was pondering what the hell this "Yan Luo" was in the prisoner's yamen, the atmosphere here was quite lively.

At this time, it was meal time, and the hall was almost full of seats, and waiters with long handkerchiefs on their shoulders shuttled between the tables, shouting and talking loudly and chaotically.

However, the guests sitting at the tables by the windows facing the street were very quiet, just eating with their heads down, and tried their best to keep their voices down even if there were occasional conversations.

This is actually not because they are more qualified than others, but entirely because of the two guardsmen in black official uniforms with gongs tied to their chests.

"Brother Zhang, how about the girl in Manchun Tower last night?"

Ignoring the apprehensive gazes from diners around him, a gong watchman asked with a smile while drinking, "I heard that you came out within a quarter of an hour after entering the embroidery room. Why, you're not in good condition." ?”

"Hey, forget about it."

The guard surnamed Zhang pouted, with helplessness written all over his face: "Daddy was called away by the boss before he even had time to take off his clothes yesterday."

"Hahaha, you should be glad you haven't undressed yet, otherwise wouldn't it be more disappointing to be called away halfway through doing that?"

The drinking guard smiled and teased, and then asked, "Why, someone died again?"

"Well, over there in Yuhua Lane, she's only three years old."

The guard surnamed Zhang picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, and said while eating: "Yesterday, more than fifty people died in one day."

"There's never been so many before, has it?"

"Well, this is the first time. On the contrary, the Princess Mansion has been fine."

"Brother Zhang, why do you say this is?"

"Who knows, I hope"

The officer surnamed Zhang stopped suddenly when he was speaking, and looked through the open wooden window towards the street where people come and go.

"Brother Zhang, what are you looking at?"

"Uh, I seem to see Bai Youheng."

"Ok?"

The guard on the opposite side was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to look.

"The back is quite similar"

He sighed, then turned around and said with a smile: "But Brother Bai is still fighting in Yuanzhou, so how could it be him."

"It must have just happened to look alike."

"Well, I guess I was wrong."

The officer surnamed Zhang also no longer entangled in this matter, and looked away to continue the topic just now.

"I hope this Yan Luo is the same as the previous two times, don't be too smart, otherwise there are still many people who will die in Fengyuan City."

"Ugh"

The guard on the opposite side nodded: "I hope so."

Daning, Longzhou, Longzhou city.

Already terribly poor, coupled with the fact that the neighboring Wonju is at war, the life of the people in Life, the last pure land of Buddhism, is getting worse day by day.

In reality, the more difficult life is, the more prosperous the incense of Folian Temple will be.

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"Bodhisattva bless! Bodhisattva bless"

"Amitābha, I pray that the Buddha will protect the villain and his family."

"May the Buddha bless me not to suffer from Samsara, and to enjoy happiness in the blissful western heaven forever, Namo Amitābha."

"Two Vajras, my son is fighting in Wonju now, please bless him for his safe return"

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Pious prayers filled the Buddhist halls of the Folian Temple, and the green smoke rising from the sky almost formed a cloud of smoke on Lingkai Mountain.

What the pilgrims are asking for may be slightly different, but basically they all "keep up with current events", either related to the Wonju war, or related to the recent serial murders in the city.

About three or four days ago, child disappearances and death incidents suddenly began to appear in Longzhou City, and there would be at least three or four incidents every day, and there were even eight incidents yesterday.

The murderer's method of killing is not considered cruel, but the fact that he only commits crimes against children is extremely vicious.

The Longzhou government immediately mobilized almost all the experts in the city to investigate the case with all their strength, but after a few days, they still found nothing.

Life was already in such a difficult situation, yet another villain appeared.

Since the government can't count on it, many people have no choice but to come to seek the protection of the Buddha.

I don't know if it will be useful, but this is the only thing they can do right now.

"Buddha, it's not easy for us orphans and widows to depend on each other. Don't let that bad person hurt my son."

"Pray for the blessing of the Buddha, the blessing of the Buddha."

A mother and son in rags knelt at the feet of the gold-clothed Tathagata Buddha statue and kowtowed several times before slowly getting up and throwing a few copper coins into the merit box.

Such a move was nothing a few months ago, but now it is a bit rare.

After all, the life of ordinary people is too difficult right now. Except for some big households, the rest of them can't even afford to eat, so there is no money left to worship the Buddha.

Therefore, most pilgrims just burn a few sticks of incense and give up. Few people will invest money like this mother and son.

"Dang Clang~"

The crisp sound of the copper plates colliding was very weak. The woman folded her hands together and bowed reverently to the Buddha statue before turning her gaze to the empty bamboo basket in the crook of her arm.

The expected broken silver did not appear, but the woman did not feel too disappointed. She just took the hand of the little boy beside her and left the Buddhist Lotus Temple, preparing to go down the mountain and go home.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Walking on the mountain road, the little boy asked softly, "Can we have porridge today?"

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Seeing her son's pale face, the woman weighed several times in her heart, then nodded with a smile.

"Okay, mother will cook porridge for you when I get back."

After half an hour.

Walking all the way back to the small village where she lived, the woman entered the cooking house, scooped out half a bowl of bran from the bottom of the well-hidden tank, blocked the chimney, and then looked eagerly at the little boy beside her and said:

"Go get some water and come back. Remember that if someone asks you on the road, don't say that our family wants to drink porridge."

"Mom, I get it!"

Seeing that the woman really wanted to make porridge, the little boy was overjoyed and immediately picked up a bucket and ran out of the yard, heading straight for the only well in the village.

He ran as fast as he could, wanting to drink the hot rice porridge as soon as possible.

As for the woman's exhortation before going out, it didn't come in handy, because he didn't meet anyone along the way.

Oh, except for a young man in black.

The man's eyes were very dark, making the little boy feel a little dizzy just by looking at it.

But what he cared more about was the white-faced bun in the former's hand.

"Want to eat?"

"Think, think"

"Then let's eat here."

"I, can I take it home to eat with my mother?"

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"Bamboo! Bamboo!!"

After an unknown amount of time, a shrill howl suddenly resounded throughout the small village.

The woman with disheveled hair was crying heart-piercingly, but the little boy in her arms could no longer give her any response.

"Zhu'er! Wake up! Look at mother!"

The woman kept shaking the boy, as if expecting that the latter would suddenly open his eyes at a certain moment.

However, only one white-faced Steamed bun with only one bite fell from the boy's arms to the ground, and rolled to the woman's feet with dust and weeds sticking to it.

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"Master, can I take it home to eat with my mother?"

"Are you willing?"

"Willing, willing."

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"Pity."

(end of this chapter)