Chapter 3385: Orphan

Chapter 3385: Orphan

The east is white, and the lights of the Beijing airport are brightly lit.

Just as a ray of morning breeze slowly blew over every corner of the capital, an ordinary small business plane made a huge roar, like a silver bird, passing through the narrow runway at high speed and flew into the sky that was not yet completely clear or even a little gloomy. After the plane became smaller in the vision of the ground crew, the roar gradually became weaker and began to fly smoothly.

When the business plane flew towards Xinjiang City at a very fast speed, several dark green jeeps rushed out from the ground. The door opened and Dongfang Xiong and seven or eight black soldiers were wearing casual clothes. Dongfang Xiong, who was still tall, looked at the plane away, and his eyes showed a hint of unspeakable regret: "Old Du, you don't even give me the last chance to make up for it."

Du Tianxiong originally set a special plane to fly back to Xinjiang at 6 o'clock. Dongfangxiong was preparing to come to the airport to see Du Tianxiong at 5:30, apologize to the latter for Afangyuan and bid farewell to him. However, he did not expect that Du Tianxiong exercised his last presidential power and temporarily advanced the departure time of the business plane to five o'clock, and did not give Dongfangxiong and the rest of him a chance to give him a ride.

"He's not targeting you!"

Just as Dongfang Xiong showed a hint of helplessness, a thick voice came from the side with a light and light voice: "He doesn't give anyone a chance to say goodbye, so there is no need for you to feel that he is still hating you and hiding from everyone, it's just that he can't face the truth about the Blood River. In his heart, he actually understood your actions in Afangyuan long ago."

While Dongfang Xiong and the Black Soldier turned their heads and looked at each other coldly, they saw a man in gray wearing sunglasses walking over. There was no sign of too much expression on his face, only a stream of hidden strength and vastness and peace that had been accumulated over the years. When Dongfang Xiong waved his hand to stop the Black Soldier from blocking the other party, a piece of yellow paper flashed out from his hand and stood slowly in front of Dongfang Xiong and spoke:

"Du Tianxiong went to the Great Buddha Temple yesterday!"

The man in gray was calm and calm. Looking at Dongfang Xiong who slowly opened the yellow paper, he spoke: "He put in incense for Princess Jin, asked for signs for his two daughters, and wrote a list of God's blessings to buried the Buddha's incense ash. I risked the risk of being blamed by the Buddha to take out this paper, which seemed to be your Dongfang Xiong's name on it, which shows that he did not hate you."

Dongfang Xiong's mouth touched the corners of his mouth, opened the Tianyou list and carefully examined it. He was extremely surprised to find that not only the names of Zhao Dingtian, Zhao Heng and Niu Kongkong and other members of the Zhao family, but also the three words Dongfang Xiong. Judging from the smooth strokes and the position of the name, Du Tianxiong did not hesitate or grudge when writing his name, which made him feel warm:

"Old Du, you are such a bastard!"

Dongfang Xiong laughed and scolded him in a rare way. After the Afangyuan incident, he visited Du Tianxiong more than once, but was driven out by the Du family. Even today he missed the opportunity to see him off. He thought Du Tianxiong would never forgive him again. He was destined to live with this thought in the future. Unexpectedly, Du Tianxiong had already written him on the Tianyou list.

When Dongfang Xiong couldn't help but pick up the list and examined it again, the man in gray whispered: "Girl Jin is dead, Xuehe is pressing him down again. Not only did he transfer the Du family property and give up the position of President of China, but he also left his two daughters alone. Du Tianxiong seems to be a waste, but this list has turned around."

Dongfang Xiong looked up at the man in gray: "Turn? What's the turn?"

The man in gray looked at the direction of the disappearance of the business plane: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed!"

Dongfang Xiong, who was pricking up his ears and was stunned when he heard this, then he glanced at the man in gray without being angry: "Wang Lin, you are the one who says it, can't you finish all your words? What do you want to do if you leave half of your words? If it's not for the good news you brought me today, I must beat you. Tell me quickly, what is the turning point hidden in this list?"

"I don't want to spend my energy on guessing!"

Wang Lin didn't have too many emotional ups and downs on her face, nor did she care about Dongfang Xiong's bluff: "I came here today just to resolve the grudge in your heart and let you get out of Du Tianxiong's unforgivable frustration. As for his turnaround, it is not very important at this time. At least three to five years, Du Tianxiong will be useless. No matter how much you do, you will not be able to rise up at this moment."

When Dongfang Xiong narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in gray, he sighed at the sky ahead: "Let the years dilute his sadness and your guilt first, give him time and time. After all the grudges and hatreds are settled, what is left is that precious friendship. As long as it can withstand the test, you will definitely have a chance to see you again in the future."

Dongfang Xiong put a roll of yellow paper into his pocket: "Wang Lin, although you said mysteriously and without much nutrition, I have to say these words to me to feel very comfortable. At least you let me know that Lao Du no longer hates you, and also let me know that he still has the opportunity to walk out of the tomb. To confirm these two points, it is more important than anything else."

"What occupying Buddha will be struck by lightning!"

Wang Lin reached out and pinched the yellow paper from Dongfang Xiong's pocket. The speed was so fast that it didn't give anyone a chance to react. Dongfang Xiong looked helplessly at him to retrieve the Tianyou list, but finally shook his head. Then, when he saw Wang Lin, he still looked mysterious and said, "Just let it go, my goal today will be achieved, I'm leaving!"

Dongfang Xiong was slightly stunned: "You are going too? Where are you going?"

The man in gray did not directly answer Dongfang Xiong's question, but just smiled lightly at the latter, then turned around and walked towards the entrance and exit of the airport: "People have joys and sorrows, the moon has its phases, and this matter is difficult to complete. Let's share the beauty of the moon from thousands of miles away. Go back and tell the old man and the others that from today, there will be no Wang Lin in the world. May he be healthy all the time!"

The man in gray walked calmly and firmly, but when he talked about Zhao Dingtian, his tone became more sad. Dongfang Xiong looked at his back gradually moving away, and his eyes flashed with light that guessed Wang Lin's meaning. When he was about to see the latter's shadow, Dongfang Xiong suddenly stood up straight and shouted to his blurry back: "You really want to be a monk?"

Wang Lin did not look back, but just waved in the air: "Goodbye!"

Two hours later, the Great Buddha Temple in the capital city, Nan Changshou, had encountered the main hall, with incense rising and smoke floating in the mist. However, there were not many pilgrims and novice monks in the hall. They only had a gray-clothed man kneeling on the cushion with his hands folded and a monk with a blurred face hidden in the shadows. He knelt and stood there, as if he was performing a ceremony. In fact, there was a table next to them.

There is a knife, a bowl of water, and a fragrant piece of wine on the table. The knife is sharp, the water is cold and the fragrance is strong.

The monk in the shadow picked up the sword and stained with a cold clear water: "Wang Lin, before you are ordained, you can turn around and walk out of the hall and leave the temple, and return to the world to enjoy your glory and wealth. Once the sword falls, you will never have the chance to be full of lights and wine and wealth. What will continue with this sword is not only the black hair on your head, but also the distracting thoughts in your heart."

Wang Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, did not answer directly, but just closed her eyes and asked softly: "Why does the shadow of a person grow longer when the sun sets in the west?"

The monk whose face was blurred by shadows and smoke raised a kind smile on his lips: "Shadow is yin, man is yang, light and darkness are like water and fire, one rises and the other grows. When the light disappears, darkness will grow wildly. If the darkness has nowhere to hide, light must live in your heart. If the light wants to bloom forever in your heart, it must have the root of spreading the world."

"I have nothing to comment on when I am idle, and I can smell a pillar of fragrance. When I get asleep, I have tea and food, and when I walk, I look at the flowing water and sit and watch the clouds!"

The gray-clothed monk's words were very light and light, but he had a sense of elegance in the misty hall. It gently calmed Wang Lin's heart, and then changed his tone: "Wang Lin, you are still a little confused, so you talk about Yin and Yang in an indifferent tone. I hope it can prove that you don't care about orphans, so you will convey that you will have no worries."

When Wang Lin closed his hands and lowered his head slightly, the monk in gray sighed softly: "But, although your voice has remained stable, the flow of your blood and the speed of your heartbeat can't be hidden from me. If I hadn't swallowed your surging breath by asking questions, I'm afraid even the blood has been sprayed out now, right? No hurry, I won't put pressure on you."

"I'll wait for you, wait for your real answer, wait for the answer in your heart!"

Wang Lin sighed, "I'm sorry!" Then he closed his eyes and recited the Diamond Sutra to calm his emotions again. The monk standing in front of him was not disappointed or disturbed, but just quietly pinched the knife to wait. His eyes were very peaceful, like a river flowing under the bright moon. He had been waiting for many years, and he didn't care about waiting for a while.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour, two hours, and finally, Wang Lin opened her eyes: "It's OK!"

The monk in gray said lightly: "Wang Lin, I asked you the last time, are you willing to enter Buddhism to save all sentient beings?"

Wang Lin's eyes were firm: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

The monk in the shadow nodded slightly, then pinched the sharp ring knife and shaved Wang Lin's head, who had no hair, slowly. Straws of black hair rolled over his head, scattered on the ground in the smell of sandalwood and the influx of cold wind. Not long after, Wang Lin's head became naked, as if he had become a different person again.

"Hair can be longer, but it can't be more complicated!"

The monk in gray gently put down the ring knife in his hand, gently applied the ashes burning from the wood incense to Wang Lin's head, and then took out a Maitreya Buddha's mask from his arms and handed it to Wang Lin's hand with a calm look on his face: "The end of an era is also the beginning of an era. A century-old inheritance is just to save all living beings and protect the country of China. Master Mingyue, please!"

Wang Lin held the mask in both hands: "Do your best, and you will die!"

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