When he left the mountain gate, Luoga Geren ran over to see him off.
Zhu Tong pointed to the side hall and said, "How to do the Tianwang Temple should be with you, and you are not allowed to move anything in that side hall. Otherwise, you will know the consequences."
Luo Jiaren chanted the Buddha without saying anything, and he was indeed not ready to move the side hall.
In order to facilitate communication, large-scale infrastructure is underway in the backyard of Tianwang Temple, and a VIP building with the Eagle Buddha style is built to welcome believers with noble identities.
To be honest, Tianwang Temple is a cultural relic with restricted construction. The renovation project has not been approved by the local government, but it has not been stopped.
The bottom line of the local government is that the main building of the Tianwang Temple cannot be changed or damaged, and the most important thing is the two side halls.
The red lanterns in front of the inn have been lit up, and the dining table is in the main hall, with the door open, and local residents or tourists are constantly walking past the door.
The wine and food are all made by Mr. Chen, but they are fried bacon with sour beans, leeks and eggs and other home-cooked phoenix dishes. The main dish is a big pot of blood raking duck.
Uncle Chen and his wife didn’t know Wang Xiangjian’s identity, they only knew that he was Duohua’s father.
The Phoenix Foundation has done some good deeds near Phoenix recently. It is preparing to set up an office in Phoenix City and invite Mr. Chen to be the project leader.
During the meal, Mr. Chen praised Wang Xiangjie for being blessed with such a beautiful, promising and caring daughter.
Wang Xiangjian looked at his daughter with a smile, no longer restrained himself, and seemed generous when drinking.
Zhu Tong was a little worried, for fear that Wang Xiangjian would get drunk.
Soon he realized that his worries were unnecessary, and Wang Xiangjie's alcohol tolerance was stronger than he thought.
The Tujia Soup is quite good. Wang Xiangjie drank three bowls in a row, his face was calm and his behavior was as normal.
He said sincerely that if he could open a small inn in the picturesque Phoenix City like two old men when he was old, he would not only enjoy his youth but also enjoy the scenery, but also be blessed.
The first time I saw a high-level official, I was a little unwilling to let go at first, and after three glasses of wine, I showed my simplicity. This night, Uncle Chen was drunk, Aunt Chen also drank a few glasses, and her face was flushed like
The pot of a strong-scented blood-raking duck.
Wang Xiangjie was on a whim and pulled the cookie to make a fist. Of course, he lost more than he won. Duohua cherished his father's body and drank a few drinks for him.
Ye'er basically had no drops of wine, and Zhu Tong only drank the first three cups.
After drinking for a while, the defense and concern in each other became weak.
Wang Xiangjian and Uncle Chen suddenly began to reminisce about it. He said that he had worked as a soldier here when he was young, and his base was on another mountain not far outside Phoenix City. Uncle Chen said that he had worked as a soldier, but he was in Guangxi. He lifted his trouser legs and pointed
With a scar, he said that this was left in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam.
Wang Xiangjian raised his finger and praised Mr. Chen as a hero. He said that all those who have been to the battlefield were heroes. He raised his glass to toast Mr. Chen three times.
Uncle Chen drank happily and then asked Wang Xiangjian about his military service here. Wang Xiangjian did not avoid this topic and pulled Uncle Chen about what happened on the battlefield.
So, the banquet turned into Uncle Chen's battle story, and everyone was listening.
Aunt Chen had heard it countless times and tried to interrupt her husband. But Wang Xiangjian was unwilling to do so. Zhu Tong saw that he was a little drunk.
Speaking about the things on the battlefield, Uncle Chen suddenly talked about what is happening now. He was not very dissatisfied with reality, but he was disgusted with the social atmosphere and the manners of some government officials.
Wang Xiangjian said that those were temporary, and Uncle Chen agreed, but just sighed, afraid that the children would suffer.
Aunt Chen said that it would be great if Bao Qingtian was still there, just raise a dog-headed guillotine, tiger-headed guillotine, etc., and just chop a few.
Duohua said that she is legal now and she cannot be beheaded casually.
Next, Mr. Chen praised Duohua as a good girl, saying that Fairy Phoenix did a lot of things for the children in western Hunan, which was better than the government.
Zhu Tong said, I’m afraid that the Phoenix Foundation will soon become history or change its name.
Aunt Chen asked curiously why, and Wang Xiangjian's face became a little unnatural.
Duohua didn't know what would happen after Wang Xiangjian stepped down, so Zhu Tong was certainly not able to explain it too clearly.
Uncle Chen saw something and immediately changed the topic and talked about the scars on his legs. He said that the injury was nothing when he was young, but it started to hurt in recent years. The doctor said it was rheumatism and it was difficult to treat. But now it is completely complete
Well, thanks to the "miracle doctor Li Xiang", it was him who cured this leg.
Zhu Tong saw this scar when he treated Mr. Chen's leg, but he didn't care at that time. Now he was in awe of the old man; there was once a shrapnel there.
From the beginning to the end, the old couple Chen A-Bo-Lao never asked Wang Xiangjian's wife. Duanhua had a strong Xiangxi color, and Wang Xiangjian was obviously an urban middle-aged man with good living conditions.
After the wine, the ceremonies ended, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
Wang Xiangjian had a room in Xincheng. When the half-drunk Chen was persuaded, he said he would stay at the Chen Inn tonight. He took out his cell phone and called his secretary Xiaoyu to prepare the vehicle to arrange his itinerary and return to Shanghai early tomorrow morning.
After putting down the phone, Wang Xiangjian looked at Zhu Tong meaningfully and said, "I will leave it to you, and I will definitely take good care of her for me."
Zhu Tong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that Wang Xiangjie was about to fight back. He did not persuade him, but instead had a refreshing Tujia Soup with Uncle Chen. Wang Xiangjie suddenly thought about it.
Zhu Tong suddenly felt that there were a lot of things on his shoulders. Wang Xiangjian was not optimistic about how the situation would develop after returning to Shanghai. His words seemed to be entrusted with the orphans.
The next time was not very good. Perhaps in order to establish the glorious image of Zhu Tong in Ye'er's heart, Wang Xiangjian and Uncle Chen sat in the main hall to chat, and the topic was to praise Dr. Li.
What kind of medical skills are so skillful, caring, young and promising, and a bright future... and so on. Zhu Tong blushed and his heart beats while listening, but Ye Er still looked like that. He didn't even look at Zhu Tong, and he spent most of his time facing him.
The blood-raking duck was in a daze.
Finally, Wang Xiangfian looked at the limited effect and began to praise the elegant and handsome calligraphy in the middle hall of the inn. The calligraphy was written by Zhu Tong during the New Year.
Chen Abo moved on, took out the four treasures of the study, and communicated with Wang Xiangjian to calligraphy. However, they soon discovered that the best written by the two of them was actually the same word, the Zhumen art taught by Zhu Tong: Qi.
Wang Xiangjian suddenly called Ye'er and said, "Xiao Su's calligraphy is quite good, let her write it."
Uncle Chen handed over the brush and said worriedly: "Ye'er likes to draw and calligraphy is very skillful."
Ye'er seemed to have no confidence, but the moment she held the brush, her whole body suddenly became extremely quiet, but everyone could see that there was a kind of power condensing under the quiet.
Zhu Tong felt aroused her heart and cursed herself about being confused: Why didn't he expect that Ye'er practiced the purplish mahjong from the word "qi". It should be the one that can arouse her memory the most. Even if she doesn't think about it.
If you move, you can at least induce Pengmagong. As long as you enter Pengma realm, he will be able to approach the most secret place of her mind.
A faint smile appeared on Ye'er's lips, and a gentle and elegant word "qi" appeared on the rice paper.
Wang Xiangjian and Ah Uncle Chen were both identifiable. They were deeply attracted by this word and didn't say anything for a while.
Ye'er also stared at the words on the rice paper blankly, as if she didn't believe that the words were written by herself.
Zhu Tong walked up to take the brush from Ye'er, focused his mind slightly, and found the same rhythm as Ye'er, but wrote the same word "qi" on the same piece of rice paper at an extremely slow speed.
Ye'er was stunned. The two characters "qi" were so similar, just like they were printed. Even if she was asked to write them again, she could not write the exact two words. Looking at the details, no matter from the beginning, the translation
, the pen is almost the same when it is finished, and even the force of the pen is not different.
When she was writing, she could feel the strangeness of her body, which was a familiar and unfamiliar state, a powerful state. Just now, when Zhu Tong was writing, she felt that state again.
Damn, she couldn't help but immerse herself in it. Zhu Tong took the opportunity of writing to confuse her and touched the depths of her heart. The feeling was very wonderful. He seemed to lead her heart to push away a tight closed one.
If Ye'er hadn't had extremely tenacious resistance to this "murderer", the doors would have been opened.
"Okay!" Wang Xiangjian woke up first and praised: "Ms. Su was taught step by step by step by step by step. She is much smarter than the two old men."
Mr. Chen continued: "You are not old and can still make progress. Ye'er has a bright future. People say that writing is like a god, and compared with them, our two words are less than 'god'."
Suddenly a little water drops fell on the rice paper, followed by the second and third points.
Ye'er cried, she covered her face and ran back to the room, closing the door tightly.
Duohua and Aunt Chen hurriedly followed, but they couldn't even open the door. In the end, Aunt Chen found the key before opening the door and entering.
The noise of Chen's inn came to an abrupt end. Wang Xiangjie was helpless and was supported by Cookie to go upstairs to rest. His room was next to Cookie.
Zhu Tong sat on the floor of the room and meditated silently in front of the wall.
Ye'er was on the other side of the wall. She had stopped crying and whispered to Duohua. This night, Duohua replaced Aunt Chen with Ye'er. The two were about the same age and it was easier to communicate.
Zhu Tong recalled the moment just now. Although the door was not completely opened, Ye'er probably remembered something. However, she still thought of herself as a murderer.
He was distressed for a while and comforted himself. Ye'er had taken a big step towards recovery. As long as he persisted, he would understand when Ye'er fully recovered.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the voices of the next door stopped, the gurgling water in the Tuojiang River gradually became clear, and Phoenix City had already sunk into a dream.
Zhu Tong opened the package, took out a brand new laptop, connected it to the Internet and entered another world.
For him, the long night has just begun.
Thousands of miles away, the Wushan Jianghu Cultural Forum came to an end after two days of liveliness.
In the morning, Fanxin, Xie Jing and the local government officially signed the development documents for the Wenfengguan Scenic Area.
Perhaps because the start was too hasty, the forum did not attract much attention from all parties. In the media, only local radio and television stations in Wushan gave limited reports. Government officials who were originally keen to attend such events have given this.
The forum was very careful.
As the arena competition of Yuxing Program, only one CPPCC vice chairman in charge of religious affairs appeared at the forum venue in Wushan, and the main leaders only participated in the signing ceremony. This was because Yu Xuan Zhenren invited several religious figures from Beijing.
, He had to come forward to receive it.
Because it is a Jianghu Cultural Forum and has relatively grassroots characteristics, it has caused a heat wave beyond everyone's expectations on the virtual world network.
At the beginning, someone opened a column on a website introducing the forum, using pictures and text to introduce what happened on the forum and the charm of martial arts masters who appeared on the forum.
This column soon attracted attention and was quickly forwarded to various forums. Ban Weng invited the top ten martial arts families in Wushan to take advantage of this opportunity to show off his face.
Since it is a martial arts family, there will definitely be a martial arts school, and each of them has disciples who can make a name for themselves.
On the second day of the Jianghu Culture Forum, on a simple ring set up at the foot of Wenfeng Mountain, representatives of the top ten martial arts families and contestants from Banweng's Jianghu Culture Research Institute held a stage competition of exchange.
It was this ring game that climaxed.
Starting from 8 o'clock in the morning, many disciples from the martial arts family and students from the Jianghu Culture Research Institute held 31 intense and pleasing ring matches on the ring.
Every battle in the ring match was broadcast live online. Zhu Tong watched the last final, which was the battle for the overlords of the world.