Why is it the Flying Madonna again? Mr. Qiao could not help but murmur in his heart. The last time he was in Zhangzhou City, the Flying Madonna staged a farce among her fanatical followers. That night was also the day when the Baisha Escort Bureau died and the escort had an accident. Why?
After a long time, the Flying Madonna also appeared in Anjiang City. I wonder if the waiter in the shop was referring to Ling Fei'er, or perhaps the Flying Madonna was just an honorific title, just like the Bodhisattva Buddha.
Ever since he saw Ling Fei'er in Zhangzhou City, Qiao Xianyong felt that this girl he once knew had become extremely mysterious and distant, and had nothing to do with him. Therefore, he was not interested in watching the excitement of the Flying Virgin. It was a bit strange.
Yes, Butler Yan, Huanxiang, Qier and others didn't seem to be interested at all, unlike the whispers coming from the rooms next door, with the words "Flying Madonna" mixed in and out.
appears repeatedly.
Not long after, the waiter Xiao Yezi brought a variety of exquisite snacks and a pot of fragrant tea. While pouring tea for Qiao Xianyong and others, he asked, "Masters and ladies, can you use it here at noon?"
Our family has a new chef from the capital, and the northern cuisine is delicious. The shopkeeper said that he would also like to ask Mr. Yan to taste it and let him know."
Shopkeeper Yan laughed and scolded, "You shopkeepers love to talk nonsense. Our young master and young ladies are all here today, so it's my turn to talk. Go down and tell your shopkeeper, just pick up the good stuff and cook it and bring it to him. He will definitely be missing the money."
"Yes." Xiao Yezi smiled and walked out with the empty tea tray.
After a few people sat down, Qiao Xianyong felt that shopkeeper Yan and Mrs. Zhang were nearby, but everyone spoke in a reserved manner, so they didn't say anything. They drank tea in silence and occasionally looked downstairs. Qi'er and Huanxiang were whispering.
Pointing at the outside of the teahouse.
"Sir, I see that these people have been crowding for so long. What are they waiting to see?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man's rough voice came from the private room next door behind Qiao Xianyong and tried hard to suppress it. Qiao Xianyong was stunned, but felt that the voice
It sounded vaguely familiar to me, so I pretended to have tea while listening attentively.
"You know what the heck, this pretty girl is such a naughty gentleman. Ever since, ahem, you left, haven't you always been depressed when you haven't seen the young master? It's easy for the young master to say this time that he wants to see what wonders this flying saint has.
, can attract so many believers, what are you talking nonsense about?" said a sinister voice.
These two voices became more and more familiar, and Mr. Qiao could not help but wonder, could they be here too?
A low but tired voice said, "Don't make any noise. It's already chaotic outside. I don't know why, but I have a bad headache." Then the other voices fell silent.
Sure enough, it was him! Qiao Xianyong's heart beat faster, and he actually met someone he once knew here! Qiao Xianyong pretended to be drinking tea and eating snacks as if nothing had happened, but there was a burst of excitement in his heart. He thought again, it seems that they are all here to see the excitement of the Flying Virgin.
, it’s better not to disturb this familiar person first, and wait until everyone leaves the teahouse to recognize each other and say hello.
After a while, Xiao Ziye brought many dishes one after another. Seeing that noon was coming, there were countless people gathered around the big stage outside the teahouse.
I heard a burst of bells and drums, and countless flutes playing in unison. A burst of smoke suddenly appeared in the air, surrounding the entire stage. After the smoke dissipated, I saw a mellow yellow lotus throne in the center of the stage, and a white figure in the center of the stage.
With a gentle smile, the girl sat cross-legged and looked down at the crowd of people under the stage. In every corner of the stage stood three men, three women and six boys and girls in white.
Sure enough, it was Ling Fei'er who was watching the flying Madonna in the empty alley! Qiao Xianyong's heart moved, and he opened his eyes wide and looked towards the lotus throne. Unexpectedly, Ling Fei'er was raising her face and looking at the second floor seating of Lanxiang Tea House.
She didn't know who she saw at the window, so she raised her eyebrows very lightly.
Huanxiang saw Qiao Xianyong staring at Ling Fei'er in a daze, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother, this Flying Virgin is very beautiful. But it's also strange. She is obviously a young lady, but she likes to be called empress. It's really interesting."
Qi'er also joined in and said, "The lady is right, I think she should be called Sister Feitian Sheng, hehe."
However, Granny Zhang glanced nervously at the two joking people, lowered her head, and murmured something in her mouth.
Qiao Xianyong blushed and said in a low voice, "I have never seen any living Bodhisattvas. I am just curious. Come on, stop looking. It's important to eat."
This is when a middle-aged woman exclaimed from the private room next door, "Sir! Look carefully, this Virgin Mary looks just like us three years ago..." Then her voice became lower and lower,
It was almost inaudible, like someone was cueing her to lower her voice.
Granny Zhang glanced at the private room next door with a suspicious face. For some reason, Qiao Xianyong always felt that her eyes were like knives, cold and fierce.
The low-pitched discussion next door was still going on, but suddenly the unyielding voice became louder and said, "Sir, there is no need to hesitate. You will know when I go up and try her. If she is really that person back then,
No matter what happens, we have to get her and that stone back!"
Before anyone else could say anything, Qiao Xianyong looked through the window and saw a bamboo pole-shaped man with a white hemp body rushing straight towards the stage from the window of the next door room like an arrow. This man also held a three-foot stick in his hand.
The long spindle-shaped iron rod whirred in the air.
Qiao Xianyong took a look, and coupled with his previous guesses, he became even more certain that this was none other than Sha Xiu, one of the guests of Yuxu Villa, the Master of the Soul-Seizing Palace, who had just stolen the words in the private room next door.
I am an old acquaintance of Tao Erniang and others, and the young master that everyone calls him must be Chu Hongjing, the young master of Yuxu Villa!
Chu Hongjing and Ling Fei'er undoubtedly knew each other. Although Qiao Xianyong didn't know the underlying reason, he believed that not only did Chu Hongjing and his disciples kidnap Ling Fei'er when they were at the top of Wushan Mountain three years ago,
It was him, Chu Hongjing and Ling Fei'er must have still remembered it. It was that night that Ling Fei'er learned of her life experience and jumped off the top of Wushan Mountain with the intention of committing suicide, but was saved by Qiao Xianyong.
But the price he paid was that he, Qiao Xianyong, fell to the bottom of the valley, survived the catastrophe, and lived on his last breath for three years.
At this time, old friends meet each other, and it is unclear whether it is love or enmity, hatred or fate.
Qiao Xianyong only knew that it seemed that Chu Hongjing would still take action against Ling Fei'er. But at this time, Qiao Xianyong should still be the same as three years ago, willing to save a helpless girl, but would not lend a hand to help a person who everyone admired.