Chapter 189: People can't run away, wait until nightfall.
"Brother-in-law...what's wrong?" Lu Yingxue saw something was wrong from my expression.
"Master Huiqing was massacred by Zhao." I said with a gloomy face.
"Ah...how could it be?" Lu Yingxue's face turned pale in a flash, and tears welled up in her eyes: "When she went up the mountain to see her mother more than ten years ago, she brought me a lot of delicious food from the mountain, including chocolate cakes,
White Rabbit Milk Candy...she is so kind..."
I sighed, but couldn't stop tears from covering my eyes. I thought everything would be fine, but who would have thought that it would be gone if I just said no?
I started the car and rushed to the hospital. When I got out of the car, Uncle Lu sent a picture of the car driving away and the location of Ziyang Temple.
Everyone is no longer in the hospital.
I looked at the back door of the hospital and couldn't help but feel sad.
The cruelty that Zhao Tu showed invisibly was really impressed into my heart at this moment.
I couldn't see what happened, and even Uncle Lu couldn't figure out why he was tricked.
Of course I don't believe in killing people with just one sentence. There are only two ways to fight: visible and invisible!
I know the level of cultivation, but I won't let Zhao Tu go unpunished for too long!
Lu Yingxue was still crying in the car. I went to the canteen to buy some incense and glanced at other information.
My uncle can eat now, but grandma is still the same.
Instead, Yun Qinglan sent me some photos of the private hospital that was about to be renovated.
There was also a guy whose online name was Fusang Wen who added me on Weibo. After I passed through, I took Lu Yingxue to Ziyang Temple.
Ziyang Temple is a very small Taoist temple located in the suburbs of the city. It usually relies on the villagers in the suburbs for its incense, so it is a relatively remote place.
There is still some land in the temple, with several acres of vegetable fields in front, and a large bamboo forest behind the temple, with many eucalyptus trees growing on the mountain.
It is said that bamboo forests and eucalyptus trees are the main source of income in Guanli.
This is a good place to live in seclusion, but Master Huiqing died unexpectedly because she came out to help me through the difficulties.
Master Huiqing had one male and one female disciple.
There are also her junior sisters, junior brothers, and several junior nephews in the temple, who maintain the operation of the temple.
Now that Master Huiqing is dead, Ziyang Temple is bound to suffer a certain impact.
The funeral arrangements have already been taken care of. When we arrived, Uncle Lu led us to the temple. The buildings here were probably built in the 1960s and 1970s and were a bit dilapidated.
Coupled with daily incense offerings, the wall is still a little yellow.
Uncle Lu also introduced several old friends to me, among whom I recognized only Layman Liuren.
Most of the rest are Taoist laymen from Nanshi, and I heard that people from other places are on their way over.
After Master Huiqing's body was laid to rest, I lit incense for her and then helped her around.
Uncle Lu suggested that everyone pool together a sum of money and then use it to provide for the funeral and other expenses within the temple.
I didn't have much money, so I shamelessly asked Sister Zhou if I could get some salary advance.
Sister Zhou seemed to know what happened to Master Huiqing. While comforting me, she also called me 6,000 yuan, which was an advance payment for this month's salary.
I made a grateful expression and transferred all 6,000 yuan to Uncle Lu.
In fact, I wanted to donate more, but I really couldn't come up with the money. In addition to my grandma's medical expenses, my uncle also paid a large sum of money, which was advanced by Yun Qinglan.
When Uncle Lu saw the money, he patted my arm and said, "Do what you can and don't blame yourself too much."
"I was the one who took her to the abandoned village. If I had moved to another place, nothing would have happened..." My heart has been filled with self-blame, and now whenever I stop, I will think of this incident.
"If you continue to think like this, you are going too far. If Master Huiqing hadn't been here, I'm afraid the consequences would have been even more unpredictable." Uncle Lu shook his head and said.
"If the money isn't enough, I'll get some more..." If I sell the magic weapon, I should be able to get some money out.
"What are you thinking about? Are you saying it for fun, fellow Taoist? You can handle this kind of thing alone, why don't we all do it together. If something happens to you today, can they dare to guarantee that they won't do it in the future?" Uncle Lu pushed the gift list to me.
look.
I took a look at the gift list. Before I donated, Lu Yingxue had already donated 100,000 yuan, which was the largest amount of money.
The price in the back was at least three to five hundred yuan. After a quick glance, it was already around hundreds of thousands.
However, I feel that a human life should never stop at this number.
Uncle Lu saw that I still had the same expression, and he said: "I have already notified the Yun family. Miss Yun said that she would donate one million incense money to repair the Ziyang Temple. This matter was included in the dispute between the Yun and Luo families.
It’s here, you don’t need to worry about it.”
I nodded and said, "I will definitely seek revenge from Zhao Tu."
"Take your time with revenge. Your grandma hasn't been able to take down this old guy for so many years. You should take your time and don't fail to take revenge and be set up by him instead." After Uncle Lu finished speaking, he asked me about Fusang people.
About a fight of law.
I just remembered that Wei Xin was someone named Fusang who added me.
Open WeChat, and the other party announced his name as Shota Kubo.
Then he sent a message saying that I was despicable and he would not let me go.
The last news is that it is located at Ziyang Temple.
My mind froze, and I was just thinking about how to locate it at Ziyang Temple, when several rental cars quickly came outside.
Uncle Lu frowned and said, "Ignore them for two days and then they start kicking their noses. Let's see what they want!"
Several people got out of the car, led by an old man, who looked like Xu Beicang in the information. Next to him were former president Feng Bai and vice president Qin Shihai.
Behind him are Shota Kubo, a native of Fuso, and a pale middle-aged man, who should be Lin Weihua, who I almost had Yin Zai arrest. Shen Qiuhong, a disciple who had followed Xu Dongfeng before, also came.
A group of people didn't care about the attention of everyone, and everyone walked into Ziyang Temple with a bunch of incense.
Everyone was either standing behind us, or smoking nearby and watching, and the tense atmosphere was quite intense.
Xu Beicang's daring to come at this time is tantamount to provocation. He had cooperated with the Luo family before.
After lighting the incense according to the rules, Xu Beicang saw that there were many of us, but he was not afraid at all.
Together with fellow Taoists and disciples, he walked slowly to Uncle Lu and me, and took out a wad of money from his wallet.
"International Onmyoji Research Association, nine thousand silk gold." Xu Beicang placed it in front of Uncle Lu, and then his eyes moved to me: "Are you Chen Chu who killed my nephew Xu Dongdong?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? He had a cerebral hemorrhage, what does it have to do with me?" Of course I would not admit it.
Xu Beicang did not refute. He turned around and looked at his own people who were behind him. Then he raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "We can't run away. Let's wait until nightfall. Don't worry, we have plenty of time."
"Yes, Master." After Kubo Shota finished speaking in impure Chinese, he led Xu Beicang to sit down at the dining table nearby.
Seven of them went south, Tao Yuru should still be in the hospital now, and now six people gathered at a table. This chapter has been completed!