The night faded away, and I soon ushered in the dawn of dawn. I looked at the rising sun and felt like a dream from what I had experienced yesterday.

I got up early and stood on top of the ancient trees in Cining Palace and looked at the Forbidden City. The Forbidden City is shrouded in the tranquility of an early autumn morning, but I wonder if there is a turbulent undercurrent lurking under this tranquility?

When I mentioned Hai Lanzhu yesterday, I suddenly remembered that I had been in the palace for more than a month, and I hadn't had a chance to worship her. I walked to the Fengxian Palace, the Fengxian Hall was guarded by a special person, I could only stand outside the hall and silently send the sorrow in my heart, and at the same time pray that Hai Lanzhu, who had died of incense, could ignore the past suspicions and bless Bumu Butai to save the day.

Outside the Fengxian Hall, I unexpectedly saw Bumu Butai coming out of it. Is she praying for the blessings of her ancestors and ancestors, or is she remembering the woman who was senselessly sacrificed, as I did?

I quietly retreated and walked back to Cining Palace with a melancholy mood. Xuemei and Hai Lanzhu, their misfortunes are all caused by me. In the past, I attributed their misfortune to their deep love for might, but that doesn't change the fact that I hurt them. I was too selfish, but it's too late to repent! What I can do for Xuemei and Hailanzhu now is to dispel Huo'er's misunderstanding of Bumu Butai and bring Huo'er away from this world of right and wrong.

In the afternoon, Su Mo'er came to me and took me to meet the person who might be able to solve the mystery for me. Bumu Butai is the queen mother, but she really didn't come forward, and it was enough for Su Mo'er to introduce me on her behalf.

Su Mo'er and I each took a small sedan chair and went out of the city from the Xuanwu Gate in the north to a secluded place. After stepping out of the sedan chair, I was fascinated by the building in front of me. Its style is completely different from the style of other houses in Beijing, and what is more striking is that there is a large cross on the pointed roof. I couldn't help but be shocked that this cross was exactly the same as the ornament that Dumont wore on his chest back then!

I immediately understood that the so-called person who solved the mystery of Bumu Butai was the current Shaoqing of Taichang Temple and Zhengtang Ruowang, the supervisor of Qintian. He was a missionary from Europa, and his mission, as Dimont had back then, was to proclaim their so-called God in our vast land.

Perhaps it was Dymont who left an extremely bad impression on my mind, that I had no good feelings for the people of Europa, which had not changed for thousands of years. I raised my vigilance against John Tong, who was about to meet.

There was beautiful music wafting from the strange building, and many people were chanting, like Sanskrit music in a temple, which can cleanse a person's soul. I listened intently, and gradually I felt my headache cracking, and the chanting grew louder and louder, as if it was coming from all directions to surround me.

Su Mo'er noticed my abnormality and said with concern: "Jingjing, what's wrong with you?" ”

"This ...... What is this sound? I asked.

"Oh, this is Lord Tang worshipping for the parishioners, it looks like we're going to have to wait a minute." Su Mo'er smiled at me, gently pulled me into the building, and sat in the last row.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart, but I had to sit down with Su Mo'er. The discomfort was even worse, and when I sat down, I not only felt a splitting headache, but I also felt that every inch of my skin was burning. I gritted my teeth and held back, silently resisting the true qi in my body.

Finally, when Su Mo'er's so-called service was over, the chanting voice finally stopped, and all my discomfort disappeared. The place is quirky! I immediately raised my vigilance. Guanmeng Fiction Network, I hope you can like it.

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