Nanshan Temple was transformed from a temple in the city that did not have a name.

For the sake of Zhao Fen, Thorn chose Nanshan and built this temple, named "Nanshan Temple". The temple in the city was converted into other offices.

There were not many people living in the temple, seventeen people. They have only lived in the temple for more than ten years, so they don't have much Buddhist cultivation, and they belong to people who don't want to stay in the world and want to find a pure place to live.

The temple became their preferred place.

On this day, the first rays of dawn fell. The people in the temple did their part and took action.

Sweeping the floor, lighting a fire, going down the mountain to purchase, chanting, arranging futon......

The Nanshan temple was built in such a large area that everyone had to prepare for a day's work. Among these people, one or two people can chant in the morning when the temple is in the city, however, since coming to Nanshan Temple, there are so many things to do that they don't have time to chant for breakfast.

The early morning chanting of the temple belongs to only one person: Zhao Fen.

Zhao Fen knelt on the futon in the center of the main hall.

The wooden fish in front of her, under the beating of the wooden stick, do-do-do, rhythmically resounded through the hall.

The Buddha beads in her hand, with the twisting, sounded a subtle cough cough sound.

After such a long time, she still needs to read the words placed in front of her for the recitation of Buddhist scriptures.

Many times, Zhao Fen is very sad. Sadness and old age, memory declines; Or sad about the past, often disturbing the heart.

Zhao Fen really wants to become another person.

The pendulum will swing.

She also wanted to forget all the past, but it was more vividly imprinted in her mind.

Thinking of her daughter Bailian, who was moved by someone's head, she forgot everything. Sometimes, Zhao Fen also wants to become a lost reporter.

Thinking of her husband Bai Hong, the guest died in a different city. Her head was hot, and she wanted to run to that city and blow everything up.

Of course, all her thoughts were just thinking.

Thinking of her daughter, she felt guilty. The daughter's memory did not recover, and she retreated first. Thinking of her husband, she regretted that she had persuaded him.

Zhao Fen hid in the temple, repenting and thinking bitterly about the past.

Contradictions have always existed.

The four are empty, and it seems to be a distant realm.

In order to cultivate her will, she did not meet Thorns, and the only time she met White Lotus, she also broke up unhappily.

Quiver!

Boom!

The stick that hit the wooden fish broke inexplicably.

Zhao Fen stopped chanting, stopped twisting the Buddhist beads, and stared blankly at the wooden stick that had been broken in his hand.

An ominous premonition, like the tide of the sea, slammed and beat at her heart.

The spacious hall suddenly fell silent, and only the sound of breathing, like ants crawling, lingered.

Bang Bang Bang! A middle-aged sticky man with a thick arm and a long broom picked up to sweep near the incense platform outside the main hall.

She looked up at the mayor's wife in the main hall and found that she was in a daze. Her eyesight was good, and she saw the wooden stick in Madame's broken hand.

[Why did the stick break]

She has lived in the temple for more than ten years, not to mention how profound she is, but she also has that feeling.

The stick broke. This does not bode well.

The sticks used to strike the wooden fish are made of hard wood. It's not like you can break it. After trying it sideways, this wooden stick can withstand the force of a thousand catties.

Is there a thousand catties of power in the hands of the lady? Absolutely not, not even a fraction.

Putting down the broom in her hand, she slowly walked into the main hall.

Da-da-da-da......

Zhao Fen, who was thinking hard, heard the footsteps, turned her head mechanically, and saw Yu Min coming in.

"Master Yu!" Zhao Fen closed her hands.

"Madame!" Yu Min took the wooden stick that Zhao Fen's hand had broken, "Let me deal with it." ”

Zhao Fen stood up slowly, clasped his palms, and said, "There is a surplus master." ”

"Madame! This is what I should do. Yu Min also clasped his palms in return, "Everything depends on fate." ”

Zhao Fen returned to her meditation room and continued to chant.

Two hours later, the little master of the purchase returned to the temple.

As soon as he returned to the temple, he didn't have time to sort out the ingredients, so he hurriedly ran to Zhao Fen's meditation room.

"Madame!" The little master said, "Something happened in the city. ”

The moment the stick was broken, Zhao Fen knew that something must have happened in the city.

Looking at the little master's nervous expression, Zhao Fen's heart quieted down.

She didn't know why, she had been uneasy, but at this moment, when she heard the little master say "something happened in the city", on the contrary, she was no longer uneasy.

"What happened?" Zhao Fen said slowly, "You speak slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

The little master standing next to her was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhao Fen's flat tone. Immediately, he spoke slowly about the attack.

"What did you see with your own eyes?"

"Yes! Madam. As I passed, the scene was secured by the police. I asked a few onlookers, and they all said that the current mayor was beaten to death by the men in red. ”

"The Man in Red?" Zhao Fen stopped the stick in his hand that was striking the wooden fish.

The man in red, the man in black. These people all came out, and Zhao Fen's calm heart rippled again.

When the little master saw Zhao Fen stop tapping on the wooden fish, he knew that he couldn't continue, so he stood silently with his hands down.

"The man in red—the man in black—" Zhao Fen said, "these are ancient legends, organizations as old as bows and arrows. Why are there frequent ......?"

The little master knew that the lady was speaking by herself, and he did not give any answer.

"White City, a small city, why did these people kill them? My husband is just a clerk in the Scissorgate, why did he get their attention? ”

Zhao Fen kept talking to herself, talking and talking, thinking of Bai Lian's amnesia.

"Could it be? Is the scissor door a deep tissue? Zhao Fen's face was covered with a dark cloud, "Little master!" You go about your own business. ”

"Madame! Do you need to let Master Yu accompany you? ”

"No need. Go ahead, y'all! ”

"Yes."

Zhao Fen sat down again, tapping the wooden fish hard again and again, twisting the Buddha beads quickly, calming the fierce heartbeat.

Until lunch, Zhao Fen's heart did not calm down, nor did she receive news of death from the city.

Zhao Fen knew that the daughter in the attack should not have passed away. At the same time, she thinks about various scenarios: her daughter is in a vegetative state, has a broken hand, is missing a leg, is blind in one eye......

After lunch, Zhao Fen couldn't calm down, and knelt on the futon again, chanting Buddha all the time.

Until Shan Liang and Gongsun Ling went to Nanshan Temple.

Zhao Fen stood up with difficulty with the support of the two.

Zhao Fen felt that her legs were not like her own legs, the wood was as stiff as the wood; The hand twisting the Buddha beads, the arm can't be straightened, and the elbow hurts; Tapping the wooden fish's hand was also painful.

Shan Liang and Gongsun Ling saw Zhao Fen's body stiffening, and immediately laid her flat and stretched her muscles.

"Madame! Everything is under control. After seeing Zhao Fen's body stretched, Gongsun Ling said, "The injured mayor is completely healed." ”

Zhao Fen's restless heart finally let go.

"Thank you both." Zhao Fen took the two out of the meditation room and went to a small pavilion outside.

"Madame! You don't have to worry. Shan Liang said, "The two of us can add strength to the white market." ”

"Again, I thank you on behalf of my two daughters."

"Our ideals are in line with the aspirations of the White Market, and we thank you in advance." The two of them said in unison.

"How's the situation in the city?" Zhao Fen asked, "No one has been injured again?" ”

"Madame! You're relieved. Gongsun Ling said, "Death is also someone else, not a person from the white market." ”

"You two talk." Shan Liang stood up, "I'll go to the temple again to see if there are any red-clothed people left?" ”

The two ladies nodded.

"Gongsun Ling! Where are you two from? After Shan Liang left, Zhao Fen suddenly asked.

Gongsun Ling was stunned, she remembered that she had said before, they were from the far north.

"Madame! We are northerners. Gongsun Ling looked at her and said, "I said it before." It's snowy and icy there. Our first meeting with your daughter was on the outskirts of Beiping. ”

"Oh! I forgot about it for a moment. The two of you are from the north, as you said. ”

Zhao Fen asked again because every time she saw these two, they smelled of the sea. She wanted to know the origins of the two of them, however, they couldn't tell the truth.

They say that northerners are northerners.

"Madame! Do you know the Man in Red? Gongsun Ling asked, "I used to be a man in black, but now I am a man in red, this feels like a man of color!" ”

Gongsun Ling had collected information about Zhao Fen and knew that Zhao Fen helped Bai Hong during the establishment of the White Market.

"I've seen relevant records, the Cardinal Cult is an ancient organization."

The two of them started the topic of the man in red here, and Shan Liang over there turned to the back mountain.

"Who's where?" Shan Liang roared, "Come out." ”

Shan Liang jumped, climbed over the wall, and saw a figure.

"Stop!"

The man hurried and ran without any reaction.

"I want to run." Shan Liang was a little puzzled, this person didn't wear people in black and red, he was sneaky, and he ran away when he saw him.

If you want to run, it's not easy. Who is Shan Liang? A man who runs like a cheetah.

He chased after him like an arrow.

But for a minute, Shan Liang stood in front of the fleeing man and shouted: "Stop." ”

The runaway man stopped standing.

"Bows and arrows have orders." As he spoke, the runaway took out the sign of his bow and arrow.

At this minute, Shan Liang couldn't react a little. He and Gongsun Ling left the bow and arrow, and had nothing to do with the bow and arrow. Why did Master do this? Eat one's word?

"Please."

"Instead of White City, you will be the White Mayor." The runaway said, dropping a video.

Shan Liang looked at the master's mute language, and he couldn't say dumb words, but code words that the two of them could understand.

"Got it." Shan Liang said, "Go back and tell the bow and arrow, now is not the best time, and after the white market is leveled, I will not be too late to take it." ”

"Yes!"

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"Madame! Sister! What do you mean? Shan Liang returned to the pavilion in front of Zhao Fen's meditation room.

"Shan Liang! I'm glad you're sorry. Zhao Fen said, "Take a sip of water." ”

"Senior brother! When you went to check, Officer Mingyue had already contacted us. Gongsun Ling said, "The whole city has been searched." It's safe here, too, and we should go back. ”

"Madame! We quit. Shan Liang said, "There are still a lot of things to deal with in the city." ”

"Okay." Zhao Fen stood up, "I won't send it." ”

Shan Liang and Gongsun Ling got off Nanshan Temple and returned to the city.