While walking along the City Lord's Mansion outside, Ye Xiong had already used his magic eyes to find the location of the back garden, and now he went straight to the back garden. www..org
As soon as I saw it, I arrived in the back garden, and suddenly a familiar figure came towards me. It was Du Yufeng, the interview examiner.
After several days of inquiring, he already knew the identity of this woman.
She is the daughter of the city lord Du Chenghe. Her husband is said to have disappeared for two thousand years. Since then, she has been single.
Although she said she was missing, many people actually thought that her husband had died, but it was just not made public.
Ye Xiong became nervous instantly.
Du Yufeng's state was the same as his, they were in the early stage of integration, so theoretically he was not afraid, but he was not familiar with Xu He, a servant of the disguise family, and if Du Yufeng asked him something, he would not be able to answer it at all.
Ye Xiong held back his breath and walked past Du Yufeng step by step without squinting his eyes.
As I walked by, I felt a gust of fragrant wind. I don't know if it was the fragrance of flowers or Du Yufeng's body fragrance.
At this moment, he was no longer in a charming mood, he just hoped that his secret would not be revealed.
Finally, the two of them walked face to face.
Suddenly, Du Yufeng shouted: "Xu He, wait a minute."
Ye Xiong had goosebumps on his skin. He turned around and asked in a hoarse voice, "Miss, what are your orders?"
"What's wrong with your throat?" Du Yufeng asked strangely.www..org
"Practice makes you angry and affects your throat," Ye Xiong replied.
This excuse is really far-fetched, but Du Yufeng didn't doubt it.
"Ai Wen has expired and the new gardener has not arrived yet. If you have time these days, go to the garden and see if there is anything that needs to be done." Du Yufeng ordered.
"Okay, miss." Ye Xiong nodded.
"Okay, go ahead!" Du Yufeng said, turned around and left.
Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking towards the back garden.
After a while, he came to the back garden and saw a garden of about ten acres in front of him. There were many flowers planted in it, which were colorful and beautiful.
There are countless flower species that Ye Xiong cannot name, divided by category, forming a huge flower field, which looks very shocking.
This small ten-acre garden actually has so many kinds of flowers, which is really shocking.
Ye Xiong was walking around in the garden, and the fragrance of various flowers came to his nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.
He saw at a glance that there was a field of purple roses in the garden, standing proudly among the flowers in his own area.
A bold idea arose in Ye Xiong's heart.
Why don't you replace it with a purple rose? How could they remember so clearly that so many flower pots were taken away?
Just in case, Ye Xiong immediately took out the withered purple rose from his body and looked at it carefully.www..org
He used his Dharma Eye to scan it over and over again from head to toe, making sure that there were no marks on it. Then he quickly walked into the garden, pulled up a purple rose by the roots, and put it into the space of his bracelet.
If you really can't find the antidote, you can only use this trick.
After doing all this, Ye Xiong walked towards a simple cabin in the middle of the garden.
The city lord's palace is surrounded by tall buildings, which are very majestic. Whether it is the outer periphery or the main hall and wing rooms inside, there are huge rocks everywhere.
This is the only wooden house.
It seems that this is where the gardener usually lives.
In Ye Xiong's mind, he recalled Du Yufeng's words just now. When she talked about Mr. Wen, her tone was very respectful. It was obvious that in her heart, she no longer regarded Mr. Wen as just an ordinary servant.
Ye Xiong thought for a moment and walked in.
Although he didn't know what the relationship between Mr. Wen and Xu He was like, the risk was still worth taking.
The inside of the wooden house is very simple, with only a table for eating and some tools used by the gardener.
There is another room inside the living room, and from this angle, there is only a small view.
"Mr. Wen, are you there? The lady asked me to come over and have a look." Ye Xiong continued in a gravelly voice.
"Come in!" An old voice came from inside.
Ye Xiong calmed down and then walked in.
The inside is still relatively simple. There is a bed next to the wall. Lying on the bed is an old woman who is no longer breathing. She exudes a cold breath and is covered with a layer of flower petals. It looks very beautiful.
An old man with gray hair and a thin face was sitting beside the bed, holding the dead old woman's hand in his hand, as if he was unwilling to let go.
Seeing this scene, Ye Xiong's heart was instantly touched.
After ten years of cultivation, we can cross in the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together on the same pillow.
A cultivator can be a thousand years old or ten thousand years old. How loving it is to be together for such a long time and still be so loving.
"Old Wen, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes, so I feel sad." Ye Xiong comforted him.
Only then did Mr. Wen look away from the old woman, fell on him, and asked, "Who are you?"
His eyes were sunken deeply, his face was like tree bark, and he was too old to be true.
Obviously, his life is almost over.
Ye Xiong didn't dare to pry into his cultivation. Firstly, it was very impolite. Secondly, once he activated his spiritual consciousness or vitality, it would definitely cause fluctuations and attract attention. In this house, even if he was a little careless,
, will be exposed.
"My name is Xu He, and I am a servant of the house. The lady asked me to come over to see if I can help you look at the flowers and take care of them." Ye Xiong replied.
"No need, Miss, I'm interested." Mr. Wen said.
Ye Xiong looked around again, but didn't see anything.
This was expected of him. How could he just leave something as important as the flower poison antidote in the room casually.
Ye Xiong originally wanted to speculate and inquire about the antidote, but at this time, Mr. Wen was widowed. At this time, he had other plans. He thought it was too cruel. With a Buddhist heart, he couldn't do it.
Such a thing.
"Mr. Wen, you are so loving, we will definitely be together in the next life," Ye Xiong said.
"We have had many quarrels in this life. The day before she died, we were still quarreling. Unexpectedly..." Mr. Wen sighed.
"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night, Duo Di Night, Amitabhavi..."
Ye Xiong chanted softly, with a pious expression.
This is the "Rebirth Mantra", the most common Buddhist scripture for transcending the souls of the dead, and an ordinary Buddhist practitioner can read it.
Mr. Wen glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he would recite the Rebirth Mantra."
"Ami's Duo Sidan Pobi, Ami's Duo Sidan Pobi." Mr. Wen started to recite.
Then, as if they had a tacit understanding, the two began to recite the "Rebirth Mantra" at the same time.
After reciting the "Rebirth Mantra" once, Ye Xiong stopped and quietly retreated.
Mr. Wen still closed his eyes and recited the "Rebirth Mantra" for his wife.