When they arrived in the backyard, the little monk Jingyuan asked Su Qinghe to take shelter from the rain here, and he hurriedly left after a few words of command. He watched Monk Jingyuan leave, and it was not until he saw his back that the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his white face flickered in the hazy rain. Turning around, his eyes surveyed the room behind him, and a look of inevitability flashed in his eyes.

The hand slowly pushed open the door behind the hall, and the darkness of the room was illuminated by an amazing lightning light after stepping through the high threshold, and for a moment Su Qinghe saw the environment inside, it was not long, but it was enough for him to walk in the dark after closing the door without tripping, this may be another benefit that God let him be reborn for him, Su Qinghe accidentally found that since he used this body, the memory of the brain is always very good, and when he sees something, he can remember all the characteristics associated with it clearly, It was like there was a device playing in his head, once he read a thick book that was about five centimeters in shape, but when Su Qinghe looked for the book again the next day, he could not only remember where he saw it, where he folded the traces, and even its content could be completely retelled.

The door was closed, and the last rays of light in the inner sanctum were driven away.

In the dark, Su Qinghe relied on the memory in his mind to walk further in, the cubicle was not very big, and a faint light appeared in front of him after taking a few steps. The pace slowed down, but his breathing was short, Su Qinghe knew that the front of this compartment was the outer hall of this hall, and he could vaguely hear someone talking. The outer hall and the presiding master's room are separated only by a golden Buddha and a long yellow curtain hanging from the beams. Su Qinghe didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to be more sloppy with his hands and feet, lifted the curtain, and slowly leaned forward to approach the Golden Buddha close to the outer hall, the voice in the hall was clearer, as if it was in his ears, and his body flashed out neatly, and finally Su Qinghe hid behind the Golden Buddha.

The bodyguards who had been guarding the outer hall stood for nearly half an hour, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the air was full of cold wind, and many people's clothes were wet from the rain, but even so, their faces still did not react, and their stiff faces added a touch of coldness to the cold wind. At this moment, the door of the outer hall suddenly opened, and it was the middle-aged woman who had spoken to the little novice at the door before the group came.

"The old lady has something to say, so that you don't have to stand here." The middle-aged woman's eyes turned around on a few half-soaked bodyguards, her face was soft, and her mouth was slightly concerned, "Look at a few of you, all of you are dripping with water in a rain, and you are still standing here blowing cold wind, and when you get sick, you will know what to do, since the old lady is considerate of us subordinates, you guys don't hurry up and change your clothes." What I said made my heart warm, and several bodyguards who were drenched in the rain looked at the middle-aged women with their eyes no longer the original indifference, but with gratitude, after all, they are also human beings, not iron bodies, but...

seems to be the leader of the bodyguards, with a strong physique, although his face is ordinary, his walking posture is strong and powerful, and his foundation is not weak. He walked out from his standing position, "Sister Ying, protecting the old lady is what our subordinates should do, the old lady is sympathetic to the subordinates, and we are all very grateful, but if there are people who can't stand this little rain, then these people are not worthy of working for the Tang family." Speaking extremely humble words, the subordinate put his posture to the lowest level, but the eyes of the middle-aged woman were mixed with imperceptible sharpness.

The man's eyes seemed to glance at the few people who had been moved, and the moment they looked at each other, those people suddenly felt a chill in their bodies, and a cold sweat broke out on their backs in the rain.

His eyes turned and he came back to look at the middle-aged woman, as if surprised, "Why is Sister Ying so nervous." ”

Sister Ying's face was as usual, but secretly the hand on her sleeve slowly clenched into a fist. Finally, his eyes glanced at the people standing in a row, and smiled at him, meaning something, "Isn't this seeing that the majesty of Nantou has been getting bigger and bigger recently?" ”

The two looked at each other, with smiles on their faces, but at the same time they looked at each other's eyes without the slightest warmth.

The man suddenly smiled again, and his face softened, "Since the old lady is kind-hearted and considerate of us subordinates, although the duty is the duty, we should not be ignorant of the good and the bad, and help the old lady's face." Turning his head, he turned to the rain-drenched people, "Didn't you hear Sister Ying's words?" If you don't hurry up, change your clothes. ”

"Sister Ying, look, is this okay?"

Sister Ying didn't look at those individuals, just looked at him, "What about Nantou himself?" ”

Hearing this, the man's eyes were fixed on Sister Ying, his sharp eyes were undisguised, and Sister Ying just smiled but did not back down.

"Of course I am..."

Sister Ying's heart tightened, her hands were a little tighter, but her face was still the same, "What is it?" ”

Nantou smiled faintly at her, and then disappeared, "I am naturally the same." ”

Looking at the back of the man slowly retreating, until he was gone, Sister Ying's hand hidden under the sleeve slowly let go, and finally looked at the few people left behind and turned back to the hall.

Feeling that someone was about to come in, Su Qinghe immediately lowered his body and slowed down his breathing and hid behind the Golden Buddha.

Sister Ying pushed open the door of the main hall and closed it again.

"A-Ying, what's the matter? Don't the people out there want to go? ”

"No, old lady. The south head is gone. ”

Su Qinghe hid behind the Golden Buddha and suddenly heard two voices asking and answering, which seemed to be the subordinate relationship between the master and the servant, and judging from the voice, these two must be very old women. As soon as this fact came to his mind in an instant, Su Qinghe's heart immediately rejoiced, and his body trembled slightly. He knew that one of the two must be Mrs. Tang, and the person who replied called the former an old lady, which further confirmed Su Qinghe's inference.

In the hall, the presiding master had already finished reading the scriptures and stood up from the futon, his hand twisting the Buddha beads, and standing with him was an old woman with silver hair, about sixty years old, looking at the face very kind, with a smile on the corner of her mouth with a ball of harmony.

"What's the matter, Sister Ying, your face doesn't look good."

Sister Ying paused when she heard the old lady's question, her face immediately changed, and she sneered, "Old lady, the majesty of those people in the south has been getting bigger and bigger recently, and they are about to catch up with the master of the family..."

Sister Ying's face looked very indignant at those people, but the face of the old lady who was the master of her mouth did not change at all, and said lightly, "Nantou is the old lady's henchman, and he should be majestic." ”

As if she had encountered a certain taboo, Sister Ying's face suddenly became ugly and tight, and she turned pale, "Old lady, old lady, he didn't have a long time ago..."

"Old lady..."

Mrs. Tang waved her away, turned her head and smiled faintly at the host master who had been silent, "These mundane things still don't stain the ears of the host master." ”

The presiding master of "Amitabha" lowered his eyes and only recited the Buddha's name.

Su Qinghe, who had been hiding behind the Buddha, did not rashly go out to recognize the Tang family, but eavesdropped on the back. He has always had a question in his heart: Why did the old lady of the Tang family come to the same temple to pray for blessings for decades, is it just because of her grandson who was lost eighteen years ago? According to Su Qinghe, things are not so simple, and the result seems to be not what he expected. This group of bodyguards of the Tang family doesn't seem to respect this old lady so much, and what's the matter with the old lady? Su Qinghe thought about these things in his heart, his head hurt when he thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't help but feel irritable, but he didn't pay attention and pulled the curtain on the altar in front of the Buddha.

As if seeing some extremely terrifying picture, his eyes slowly widened and then showed an abnormal horror color, and then the tribute on the table slowly fell to the ground with the fall of the curtain, and the saucer shattered to the ground, and the loud sound of falling to the ground was accompanied by a sharp sound,

"Who"

Su Qinghe froze in place, his body was cold, his ears heard the sound of the people guarding outside rushing to the door, and many footsteps were getting closer and closer to him, gradually slowly approaching him, and his heart seemed to have stopped nervously at that moment.

No, he can't.

He hadn't taken revenge yet, he couldn't just die, he couldn't die, his fingers clasped on the ground, his nails snapped unconsciously with a slight click, and his master didn't care about that now.

When his hand accidentally touched a hanging object tied around his neck, a touch of ecstasy instantly appeared in Su Qinghe's eyes. He tore off the jade pendant around his neck and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand, with a desperate look on his face.

The house faces north and south, covering a wide area, and the light red roof tiles stand out in the sunlight. A Bentley slowly drove into the house from a distance.

When they arrived at the courtyard of the house, several subordinates who had already received the notice outside the gate were waiting. As soon as the Bentley stopped, the next person stepped forward and opened the door with great eyes, and then a slender and straight figure came out of the car, and he turned his face to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome face, with deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge, but the corners of the eyes were always picked up, making the whole person look too evil.

Seeing the comer, the people waiting outside the gate bent down and said in unison.

"Master Minami..."

"Hmm..."

The handsome man didn't look back, only responded faintly, his slender legs walked towards the door, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped and turned around to glance at the people who followed behind him, his brows furrowed, "Grandma has been gone for a few days?" ”

"Young Master Huinan, the old lady has been gone for three days." Someone answered.

"Oh! It's already the third day, so Grandma should be back when the ceremony begins..." The handsome man's frown slackened, and there was obvious joy in his eyes.