My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 43

When. When.

The watchman's gong sounded from outside the window.

Zhang Rongfang was lying on the bed, looking up at the top of the gray mosquito net, unable to fall asleep for a while.

He just told his brother everything in one go.

Except for not mentioning my own source, I have said everything I can say and remind.

Can.

The brother's reaction was very strange.

Moreover, when it came time to go back to Qinghe temple at night, Li Heng, the temple leader who was supposed to go back together, looked restless and didn't know what happened.

'Judging from the previous inquiries, 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 is obviously a deliberate release of the news.

Even if I don't secretly hear it from the Chen family, there should be someone in Qinghe Palace who is in the rice gang and got the information. '

'But after the compensation, the rice gang was planted by me to frame the Chen family, and they were so devastated that they wanted to take revenge. Could it be that she, Shao Quanhu, doesn't want to hang out 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 wants revenge crazily.

But the rest of Mi Gang are also willing to work hard with her? You must know that once this kind of thing is done, no matter whether it succeeds or not, it is tantamount to giving up everything you have in Huaxin County.

Zhang Rongfang's heart was in a mess for a while.

After a drowsy sleep all night, he dreamed of his previous life in a trance.

It seems that he is still working in the former office, doing documents.

"Brother Zhang, are you done with yesterday's documents?" A colleague in the same office, a young man who just started working, asked Dai Yiyang.

"Documents? What documents?" Zhang Rongfang replied in a daze.

"It's what the boss asked to do yesterday, and it's going to be announced in a while?" Dai Yiyang approached with a grinning face.

"Brother Zhang, isn't it on your desk?"

Zhang Rongfang lowered his head and saw that a document had been placed on his originally empty desk.

It was densely written in red letters:

Homicide.

Homicide.

Homicide.

Homicide.

All over the document, blood-colored handwriting is densely packed, and those handwriting seem to be able to crawl and move.

They squirmed, like worms, quickly spread out from the paper, and flowed to the table and around.

Even on Zhang Rongfang's own clothes.

He saw scarlet letters on his hands and legs.

The blood-like handwriting crazily drilled towards his nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes.

Crash! !

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 gasped for breath.

My heart is still immersed in the emotions of the previous dream.

Killing is illegal.

yes

This was the worry he had kept in his heart all along.

He was worried that others would find out that he had killed someone. Worry about becoming the opposite of the government's laws.

He is still stuck in the concept of a society ruled by law in his previous life.

But he forgot that this is the Great Spirit, not the modern society in his previous life where the legal system and monitoring were much more robust.

"I, I." Zhang Rongfang got off the bed, "I'm afraid."

He walked to the window in his unlined clothes, took down the bar, and opened the window.

A small courtyard illuminated by the sun appeared in front of him.

Xiao Jiu is playing shuttlecock in the sun in the yard.

One after another, there was a bright smile on her immature face.

A sweet scent of 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 window sill, pinching the wooden window sill involuntarily.

The rough texture and a touch of coolness brought him back to reality.

The palpitations of the dream were gradually diluted by the reality.

"Brother Rongfang, do you want to kick together?" Xiao Jiu waved to Zhang Rongfang when he noticed Zhang Rongfang got up.

"No. You can play by yourself." Zhang Rongfang wiped his face, and his forehead and temples were covered with salt grains from sweat.

Closing the window and putting on his daoist robe, he calmed down in the room, trying to calm the restlessness in his heart.

But unfortunately, it was the same as when he first came to this world.

He was dazed, insecure, worried, apprehensive, and didn't know what he wanted to do.

Anxiety and tension, worry and apprehension, exacerbated by killing someone.

He was worried that he would be discovered by the government. The government is so powerful that it is unrivaled to sweep the ground.

If he is discovered, he will definitely not be able to escape.

he will die.

It may even implicate the master and brother

Zhang Rongfang still couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart even after entering meditation for an hour to practice contemplation.

He was afraid, worried, afraid of too many things.

Recalling when he was still in Qinghe Palace, his heart was not so chaotic and anxious.

Even with attribute abilities, that strong sense of insecurity still lingers in his heart. Cannot be removed.

After a moment of silence in the room, Zhang Rongfang tidied up and left the Taoist temple.

On the noisy street outside, there was a stream of people 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 towards a deserted and quiet direction.

Leave the city and walk into the mountains.

The much quieter mountains made him feel a little more at ease.

He didn't look for the direction on purpose, but before he knew it, he had come to Qinghe Palace Mountain Gate again.

Looking at the three gates of the mountain gate, they represent the meaning of the Three Realms.

Zhang Rongfang walked forward, and when he passed by, he stepped in, 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 didn't go to the master immediately, but walked slowly and aimlessly in the Taoist palace.

From the viewing platform surrounded by clouds and mist, to the Shangde Garden full of flowers, to the three halls where pilgrims flow.

Among the three halls, the Temple of the God of Wealth and the Hall of Xuanxin have the most people, while the Hall of Lingguan is the most deserted.

When Zhang Rongfang passed by, he walked into the Lingguan Hall inexplicably.

In front of the statue of the three-eyed spirit official, the old master of the temple on one side recited scriptures in a low voice.

Outside the desk, a few pilgrims and Taoists were sparsely kneeling on the futons.

Among them, Xiao Qingying is also on the list.

She closed her eyes and kowtowed reverently one after another.

The cheeks that were originally baby fat also lost a lot, and became cool and pretty.

After chanting for a while, she also found Zhang Rongfang walking in.

But she didn't come over to say hello, she still did her own thing according to her own steps.

After reading the entire Lingguan Baode Sutra, she clasped her hands together and slowly calmed down.

"Your mind is in turmoil."

Xiao Qingying raised her head, without turning her head, she still looked up at the statue, but her voice was directed at Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang was silent for a while.

"fine."

Xiao Qingying picked up three incense sticks and lit them with a candle.

"Before, thank you for saving me several times."

When the incense is lit, shake it up and down gently to extinguish the fire.

She gently inserted the incense into the incense basin.

"Since my father died, I have thought a lot on the mountain alone."

"There are no previous disturbances, no one will accompany me and accommodate me like before. No one will make things difficult and punish me. It's like I fell into a deep hole from a lively market all at once."

She turned her head and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"There are many people around, but none of them can 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 showed a flash of memory on her face. "I still remember before, my father always said, I named you Ying, because I hoped that you would be as crystal clear and precious as Ying Luo."

"The blue Yingluo is a symbol of purity and life. Later, after he died, I realized that only when he is alive can I be as precious as Yingluo."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

He didn't know what to say to a man whose only family member had just died.

"You also have people who regard you as a treasure?" Xiao Qingying's words suddenly pulled him back from the silence.

Almost instinctively, the image of his sister Zhang Rongyu flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

That girl who is willing to give almost everything for her younger brother should be such a person.

"have."

"That's great." Xiao Qingying smiled, only calm.

She stopped talking, turned around and walked outside the temple.

Zhang Rongfang looked at her leaving back and was speechless for a moment.

He was silent for a while, walked to the futon where Xiao Qingying had just knelt down, knelt down gently, and looked at the majestic three-eyed spirit 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 became much quieter.

Since you are afraid of getting hurt, try to create a place where no one gets hurt.

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Two days later.

Qinghe concept.

A group of people were sitting together, eating with bowls of vegetables.

Scrambled eggs with tomato, fried pork with shredded cabbage, steamed white fish.

Three small stir-fries plus a cucumber and river prawn soup.

The few people in the temple ate quite appetizingly.

"When I went shopping just now, I saw a wanted list posted at the entrance of the vegetable market, did you see it?" Seeing that no one spoke, Xiao Jiu couldn't help but ask.

"There are also at the gate of the city, and I saw it too." Xiao Li, the handyman, quickly answered.

"Three members of the Mi Gang disappeared suddenly. They were not found for several days. The family members reported the crime."

A Taoist named Hong Dao who went down the mountain with Zhang Rong and Fang Xiaojiu replied.

"Isn't the missing person an ordinary person? Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a big commotion." Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Well, the three are all the bosses of the Mi Gang. I heard that they are still Lian Jiazi, and the three are gone in one breath. Maybe they did something bad secretly and ran away." Xiao Jiu nodded.

"I guess so. One of them also said that it was in collusion with the bandits outside, and it was our previous patrol photo of the Qinghe Palace."

"Chen Zhihan?"

"That's right, that's the name. There are too many strokes in the last word, so I can'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 the senior brother.

The matter of the rice gang seems to be so inexplicable. Is it gone?

He went to Chen's house to check on him two days ago, but he didn't see Chen He coming home. Almost all the things in the Chen family have been moved, and the family members have also separated, leaving only an empty shell house.

I heard that Chen He's two sons were in court because of the division of property.

'But why is this so? '

Zhang Rongfang guessed that something must have happened behind this that he didn't understand.

Reminiscent of his senior brother's abnormal expression before, he quickly poured the rice in the bowl into his mouth and put down the bowl.

"I'll go back to the mountain in the afternoon, so you don't have to pay for me."

"Okay. Senior brother is going back to the mountain. By the way, help me bring something back to Xiaochun." Before Xiaojiu could finish speaking, Zhang Rongfang was no longer in sight.

She sighed.

"It's like this every time, brother, is this a rabbit? Running so fast?"

The rest of the people at the table couldn't help but raise their mouths.