On the eighteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, Haining Yanguan in northern Zhejiang, the tide viewing resort, it is the peak of the tide watching in August, and the tourists on the tide viewing platform rub shoulders one after another. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The tide crosses the river, and the white waves like a white city wall roll up for a full two feet, like thousands of war horses marching in unison, and the momentum is earth-shattering.

In the crowd by the river, a purple dress stands out from the crowd, even in front of this world-class Qiantang tide, she is like a landscape, attracting many eyes around her. Different from the average woman's crescent moon eyebrows, her eyebrows are stiff, and there is no trace of inconsistency with the cold facial lines, but on the contrary, it adds a few eye-catching sassiness.

"The anger is raging, and the Rakshasa River is about to float. There is a great letter in the mandao back and forth, and it is also known that it is repeatedly advection. She muttered a poem that was not a meeting, and she didn't know what she remembered, but her stiff facial lines softened instantly: he always said that he had a younger brother who had read more than 10,000 books, but in fact, how could he be considered a small number of books himself?

The white line on the river is getting closer and closer, and the thunderous roar is like a god pushing the battlefield to the shore, and there are already tourists in the crowd who are exclaiming.

With the approach of the huge waves, the sky seems to have darkened in an instant, and the river is like a black cloud whirlwind and rain for a while, like a horse fighting a tiger, and like a yin and yang charcoal boiling at the bottom of the sea, such as a broken gourd can not be controlled. Wave after wave, the crowd at the front was already faintly feeling the long mist of steaming from the crashing waves.

The woman in purple suddenly sighed lightly, he said that he came to Qiantang to watch the tide on the eighth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and now she is watching the tide, and he doesn't know where on this earth she is experiencing the test of life and death.

Li Huiyou, Li Huiyou...... She muttered the name that seemed a little obscure both in words and in writing, and the handsome face in her mind came to life. Before he came out, before her own life, she once felt that this life might have been spent lonely and lonely in the bloody rain. After that person appeared, she found that the original black and white life suddenly became colorful. So, she knew that her love was coming.

Thinking of this word, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and there was a hint of bitterness in her smile - these two words are at most laughing and scolding for ordinary people, but for people like her, they seem extremely precious.

I love you, you know?" she said silently in the depths of her heart. The tide of the Qiantang River in the distance was surging, and the sound was like thunder, just as she couldn't hide her thoughts about that person.

If my thoughts are like this tide, then the Qiantang River will always be turbulent.

She sighed slightly and began to move through the crowd. Everywhere she goes, she is a landscape.

She watched the tide by the river, and people looked at her by the tide: on one side was the river tide with beads splashing jade and thousands of horses galloping, and on the other side was a woman with a rare face in her life.

The river tide is her scene, and she is the painting of tourists.

Her slow footsteps suddenly faltered, and she looked in disbelief at the distant front row of the tide viewing platform, which was the closest to the tide and the most dangerous.

She paused as she saw a side face that couldn't be more familiar.

The stunning side face that is more bewitching than a woman is more cold than usual at the moment. It was only why did he wear a strange red cloak today? Obviously, the hat bucket obscured his vision, so he lifted the red hat bucket on his back shoulder, standing alone, lonely and tall.

At this moment, she quickly squeezed through the crowd and approached the stunning man on the observation deck in front of her, and she had many questions, shouldn't he be on a secret mission in some country in Eastern Europe that had begun to snow? Why did he suddenly come here in disguise.

When she was still dozens of miles away from the man, she stopped abruptly.

That person is not him, it must not be him.

She smelled an unprecedented murderous aura from the red-robed young man, and at this moment she finally saw clearly that there was an old man standing beside the red-robed young man, with blue eyes and a respectful expression, and six black bodyguards with a height of more than one meter nine separated the red-robed young man from the tourists on the shore at a safe distance. The red-robed young man didn't seem to be worried that he would be too eye-catching, and squinted to himself to watch the magnificent tide scene that was known as the world's three most strange tides.

"Dear David, the Qiantang tide is one of the three great tides alongside the Ganges tide and the Amazon tide, and it is indeed breathtaking!" the red-robed young man spoke fluent Italian.

The old man beside him bowed slightly, and explained in Italian with a Florentine accent: "Lord Bishop, the tide originates from the gravitational force of celestial bodies, and coupled with the flare topography of the Qiantang River, the tide is easy to advance and difficult to retreat, so there is this grand occasion. ”

The red-robed young man nodded slightly: "This ancient country is indeed rich in resources, and there are many, many more that we should explore and discover." ”

The old man said: "The Chinese claim to be a civilization of 5,000 years, but in fact, the history of the examination is generally only from the Shang Dynasty more than 3,000 years ago, and the previous Xia Dynasty has almost no historical evidence, and the previous Yao Shunyu, which is basically close to myths and legends." ”

The red-robed young man nodded, and his handsome side face looked more and more charming: "Three thousand years of royal power change, only then did the previous situation, after forty-nine years, the efforts of the predecessors almost came to naught." But fortunately, our perseverance over the years has given us a place here. ”

The crane-haired and blue-eyed old man nodded, and also looked up at the white wave like thousands of troops: "In forty-nine years, I almost lost this eastern position. Fortunately, with the turmoil for ten years, coupled with the unremitting efforts of my colleagues, this has opened up some situations under great difficulty. China is a one-party system, and for them there are pros and cons, but for us, the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages. With the one-party dictatorship, we have lost the soil for lobbying and playing, and in the past few years, they have fought against corruption internally, and many of the foundations they have laid before have been broken. ”

The red-robed young man squinted at the tide: "In fact, the most elusive thing is the human heart." ”

The overwhelming tide came like a moving city wall, and it really roared like a spring thunder. The corners of the red-robed young man's mouth suddenly raised slightly, ignoring the huge waves that were higher than the tide viewing platform, and looked back at the crowd behind him, only to see a purple dress quietly disappearing into the crowd.

"Lord Bishop?" the blue-eyed old man followed his gaze to the crowd, but found nothing, looking at the red-robed young man suspiciously, in his eyes, the young and old archbishop of the Judgment Hall beside him would never fail to say meaningless words and make meaningless actions. He looked at the crowd, and there must be something in the crowd that he liked.

The old man straightened up, and a black-clothed bodyguard on his side came up: "Go and see." ”

The red-robed young man shook his head: "Forget it." ”

The old man was a little puzzled, but thinking that it should not be too high-profile in a foreign territory, he waved his hand and asked the black-clothed bodyguard to retreat. He was indeed a little confused, because he had not known why he had come from the moment the Bishop of the Hall of Inquisitions had decided to set foot on this mysterious ancient country in the East. Although obtaining new energy secrets is important to the organization, it is definitely not important enough to ask this bishop who is under one person and above ten thousand people to personally step in.

The cardinal archbishop of the Holy Church Inquisition, under the Pope, and above thousands of congregations, will judge the life and death of heretics, and punish civil strife.

From the moment the cardinal received the scepter from the Pope at the age of fourteen, no one doubted his competence, because it was rumored that the red robe was stained with the blood of himself and his enemies on the way to the altar.

In the crowd, a purple dress put on a light gray half-sleeved windbreaker at this time, and retreated to the farthest viewing platform, but his eyes were always on the red-robed young man.

At this time, she was already 100% sure that the young man in the red robe was indeed not Li Huiyou, who she missed so much.

But who is he, and why is he like Li Huiyou carved out of the same mold?

She has seen photos of Huiyou's two brothers, the eldest brother is tall and burly like a reincarnation of Yuanba, and the third brother Yundao is polite and polite, and now he is taking a career in office, where is this young man who is fluent in Italian?

Yuan Ziyi picked up her mobile phone and took a few pictures from a distance, and saw that the group led by the red-robed young man slowly withdrew from the tide viewing platform in front, and she was also far behind.

Seeing the red-robed young man get on a Bentley with a Shanghai license plate, the convoy slowly drove away, she picked up her mobile phone, flipped out the photo album, and just took a picture of the side face of the red-robed young man from a distance, but it was not clear, but a series of photos such as the license plate number were quite clear.

She thought about it, a little hesitant, she didn't want a simple misunderstanding to cause him any trouble when he was on a secret mission abroad, which meant that she couldn't use internal resources to investigate, otherwise according to internal practice, these photos would be classified and archived, and the sensitive ones might be sent to a higher level.

She took out her mobile phone, dialed a number he had left for her, rang one or two, and soon a magnetic male voice came from there: "Hello, I'm Li Yundao, who are you?"

Wutai Mountain, Shanxi, ranks the first of the four major Buddha Mountains, Qifeng Lingya, and is the dojo of Manjushri Bodhisattva. Taihuai Vulture Peak, the golden wall of the Bodhisattva is brilliant and colorful, and it is the largest lama temple in Wutai Mountain. One hundred and ten steps in front of the temple, usually pilgrims are like clouds, but today there is only a lama and an old donkey, and the wrinkled old lama is slowly bowing to the treasure hall on the top of the mountain under the sun. At the foot of the steps, hundreds of monks, under the leadership of the great lama, pious chanting scriptures, as if protecting the old lama who respects the Buddha in body, speech, and mind, and the old donkey who seems to understand human speech.

After some time, the old lama stopped, took the cloth bag from the back of the donkey beside him, drank some water, and ate some noodles and naan. On the steps, two crickets were fighting in the shade.

The old lama put back the cloth bag, sighed, slowly bent down, picked up one of the crickets and put it in the palm of his hand, and said pitifully: "It is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?"

The old donkey beside him called out twice, as if he understood the old lama's specious words.

The old lama sighed, and slowly, step by step, walked down the steps to the bottom of the grass, and gently lowered the cricket back into the grass.

The old donkey followed.

The old lama glanced at the chief lama, smiled and nodded, and then returned to the first step of the starting point and re-performed the five-body worship ceremony.