Chapter 1926 Chaos

When Yu Xuanji mobilized people to search for Han Huatang, Zhao Heng was walking into the Great Buddha Temple in the darkness of the dusk. He was not a person who valued feelings too much, but the fall of Han Huatang and the third lady made him feel a little depressed. Perhaps his efforts were not rewarded by God.

So he came to the Great Buddha Temple by a tragic mission. He didn't know whether he wanted to pray for the Buddha to bless the two of them or to remember the place where Han Huatang had hidden in the past. The temple was dark but the mountain gate was not closed. Zhao Heng held an umbrella and walked calmly among the pilgrims, walking towards the Wuwei Hall.

When passing through the Main Hall, Zhao Heng felt a hint of melancholy. In just a few days, the capital was already changing. Nan Changshou's assassination and Han Huatang's injury seemed to have happened here. Then there was the wedding incident of Jiang Polang, and Han Huatang and Zhou Yuanyuan were desperate.

At this time, Zhao Heng was almost able to sort out what happened. Han Huatang took action against Nan Changshou in exchange for Nan Chanjuan's promise to destroy Jiang's wedding. Nan Chanjuan used wedding changes to obtain the favor of the King of Bears, allowing the King of Bears to take action to kill Han Huatang. Nan Chanjuan's Buddha also lost Jiang Polang's face.

One by one, one by one, one by one, is extremely exquisite.

The biggest winner of Jiang's wedding was not Jiang Polang, the third lady and Han Huatang, but Nan chanting Buddha's name, who should have been outsiders. Zhao Heng had to admire Nan's superb methods of chanting Buddha's name, and he killed three birds with one stone in one wedding. Of course, in a sense, Han Huatang's death is inseparable from Nan chanting Buddha's name.

But Zhao Heng knew that this involvement was meaningless. Although Han Huatang was introduced to Nan's Buddhist scriptures, it was Han Huatang's choice. After all, no one could force him to attack Nan Changshou, let alone Nan's Buddhist scriptures finally agreed to let him go, giving Han Huatang a chance.

"Young Master Heng, Gong Mingyue is out!"

At this moment, an emergency call came in, and Zhao Heng put on his earplugs and heard a smaller and smaller voice: "She said she accepted your order to perform the task, but I found that her face was very wrong. Zhou Qixuan ignored her greetings. I wonder what task you asked her to perform?"

Yue Xiaoxiao also explained softly: "I don't like gossip and listen to the content of the task, but I think her expression is not right. The most important thing is that I remember that you seem to let her stay at Hengmen with peace of mind and don't go out randomly if you have nothing to do. I feel surprised and come and ask you."

After Yue Xiaoxiao handed over the stunning group to Yu Xuanji, she took care of daily affairs at Hengmen. In addition to ensuring the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the people in Hengmen, the most important thing is to promote everyone's emotions. Therefore, Gong Mingyue's abnormality attracted her attention, so she immediately verified the information with Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Perform a mission? I didn't give her a mission. In order to avoid being recognized by Jin Ge Ge, I also let her stay in Hengmen and not go out!" Then he bit his lips slightly: "She didn't report to me, what are you doing?"

"You keep calling her, but if you can't get through Pai Zhou Qixuan, look for it!"

Zhao Heng let out a long breath: "It's best not to cause trouble at this time!" Although he was surprised that Gong Mingyue did not instruct him to leave Hengmen, he did not care too much about her actions. Everyone is adults and will consider the consequences when dealing with people, not to mention that Gong Mingyue has always been careful in doing things.

Yue Xiaoxiao nodded: "I understand!"

“It’s really a turbulent time.”

Zhao Heng sighed and shook his way through the window of the Main Hall, but he quickly stopped moving forward. As he retreated and narrowed his eyes, he saw a figure in black walking through the corridor and coming to the front of the Buddha statue in the main hall. He folded his hands together and lowered his head piously.

Under the flashing candlelight and the cold light of the sky, placed on the carefully carved platform, the statue of the Buddha cast in fine copper flashed with the soft light of Buddhism. The Buddha, who was tall, looked down at the girl who stood in front of him and prayed with kind and compassion.

The girl in black looked haggard, with her brows locked, and her pale face. Under the evening breeze, her clothes that were about to fly and fall were like a weak and helpless little white flower: "The Buddha is above, please bless my sister with peace and safety, and hope you can make her come back alive."

"what goes around comes around!"

The girl in black prayed quietly, rather than praying, rather than asking: "My sister has harmless people and animals in this life, and she has helped countless people. When she built bridges and paved roads, she encountered incense in the temple. She saved not a hundred or eighty lives. Why did she suffer from life and death? What was she wrong?"

In the empty main hall, her crying and telling were echoing, and her heartbroken whispers were reverberated. The originally quiet and delicate night seemed to be infected. Suddenly, every inch of scenery and every breeze flowed with indescribable helplessness and sadness. Then she suddenly raised her head and shouted:

"Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs!"

A light flashed in the girl in black eyes, and she stretched out her finger to point the Buddha who was high above: "Buddha, I beg you to let your third sister return safely. If she can return alive, I will reshape your golden body and worship it for 100 million. If she dies, I will smash you. This is the Buddha who is inseparable from the facts!"

The next second, a thin knife flashed out of her hand, and a crisp sound. The thin knife was nailed into the Buddha's incense burner, splattering! The wood incense and incense ash in the incense burner were sputtered everywhere, leaving only a sharp and thin knife, which instantly added two murderous aura to the originally peaceful and vast hall.

She also smashed a sign in her hand, and her tone was strong: "It's not that I was deliberately looking for trouble, I was doing things according to your will. There is no way out. There is a dark and bright village. Buddha, you are a Buddha and a god. I believe you will not deceive me, otherwise I will not blame me for being ruthless."

Damn! Threat the Buddha!

Zhao Heng slowly retreated from the window to the main entrance, then stepped over the stairs and walked into the hall. His expression was as deep and calm as usual, but there was an unconcealed surprise in his eyes~ This woman in black who dared to draw her sword to threaten the Buddha was actually Miss Seven Zhou Qiqi!

Zhao Heng was not surprised that Zhou Qiqi threatened the Buddha. This was a tough and strong girl. She was inevitably crazy when she was hit by the loss of her relatives. But he didn't expect that Zhou Qiqi and Zhou Yuanyuan had a deep relationship and would actually come to the temple to threaten the Buddha for her safety.

He saw Zhou Qiqi's weak side.

When Zhou Qiqi heard the footsteps coming from behind, she trembled obviously. She didn't expect that there were pilgrims coming over at this time and subconsciously turned her head. Her expression seemed to see the ghost suddenly popping up in the middle of the night, showing a noticeable stagnation.

Zhou Qiqi's eyes were wide open, and her black and white pupils even began to scatter. Zhao Heng's tall and upright figure pierced the darkness of the Main Hall, bathed in a clear and clean cold light, and in a sudden and calm way, he looked up, his eyes sharp and cold.

"It's okay, it's me."

Zhao Heng smiled at Zhou Qiqi, whose eyes were slightly wet. His smile had a brightness that brightened the sky and the earth. His words showed even more fearlessness and courage that allowed me to roam: "Threat the Buddha is not a big deal, and it is nothing great to be caught."

After a while, Zhou Qiqi, who was kneeling on the cushion, seemed to recover from her shock. She looked at Zhao Heng intently, looked at Zhao Heng's shadow, and looked at everything around her, but still couldn't believe that the person in front of her was Zhao Heng: "You,, you,, why are you here?"

She subconsciously grabbed the letter sign with a difficult-to-speaking confusion on her face. She had just asked the old monk to explain the sign. The old monk told her that she had lost an important person, but another close person would appear. At that time, Zhou Qiqi thought it was to show that Zhou Yuanyuan would return safely.

Now that she saw Zhao Heng, she felt a little moved:

Zhao Heng appears here, is he really the emperor of destiny?

Zhao Heng seemed to have seen Zhou Qiqi's weakness for the first time, so his voice was invisibly gentle and two-part: "I already know the third lady's affairs, so don't think too much. Although he fell from a cliff, she may not be in trouble. I have sent someone to search for her, and there will be news about her!"

"And it's news of being alive!"

Zhao Heng talked in a dashing manner. He even walked forward and held Zhou Qiqi's slightly cool but delicate slender hand. He felt the tremor from Zhou Qiqi's haughty wrists. His low and powerful voice and his fiery eyes were sincere: "Miss Three will come back alive to see your sister!"

Then Zhao Heng added softly: "You came here alone to burn incense? Are you not afraid that the Bear King will be unfavorable to you? These days, agreements are used to tear them, not to be abided by them. If the Bear King attacks you regardless of morality, your life will probably be left here."

"In the future, be careful when entering and leaving."

It was like a long-dry flower suddenly moistened by the spring rain. The originally haggard face seemed to absorb all the glory at this moment, full and round, bright and shining. Zhou Qiqi raised her head and looked at Zhao Heng, cutting her water's eyes, which was a kind of constipation in silence.

It seemed that it was as long as a century, and it seemed that it was just a moment. Under the cold light, Zhou Qiqi's snow-white cheeks were shining with a scorching glow. Her tall body trembled slightly, but the tone of her speech suddenly became as strong as a rose sobbing blood:

"Zhao Heng, marry me!"

When Zhao Heng was slightly stunned, Gong Mingyue’s information poured in:

"Mr. Heng, I'll kill Jiang Polang!"

PS: Calling for a few flowers, bursting out when six hundred flowers are blooming!

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Chapter completed!