The Path Toward Heaven

(After being reminded by readers and friends, I found that I wrote two thirty-nine chapters before, so there will be the chapter forty-two chapters of yesterday ... a little embarrassed.)

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Most parts of Chaotian mainland are already spring-filled, and Baicheng finally passed its winter.

The city is full of pear blossoms and went back to the old temple after winter.

The beam-like giant sword is still so silent, the golden Buddha is still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowfield farther away.

She walked to the Buddha and took a bite of fruit. She sat back on the threshold and looked at the snowy field where the mist had dispersed, and asked a question.

"Wouldn't it be boring to look at the same scenery every day?"

"I would like this world to be boring like this. Recently, these days the mainland has been constantly moving, but it is lively, but it makes me a little uneasy."

The deep and distant sound rang, and there were some faint sounds in it, really like the famous broken bell of Guocheng Temple.

Dongdong raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I don't even know where their list came from."

The voice asked: "Do you think this time you can blow up the entire network?"

I didn't think about the winter and said, "Of course not."

The voice continued to ask, "What about that person?"

The winter was silent for a while, and said: "It's very difficult. Even if Jianxi came to be forced to come forward, he would not leave any handle, and he was not easy to kill."

The voice said, "Do you want to kill him?"

Throw away the fruit in your hand, stand up and say, "I don't want you to shoot even if I want to kill him."

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Rainfall is common in late spring.

This spring rain in Chaoge City has fallen for a day and night, and it seems that it will continue.

The rain was not heavy, but it was annoying, especially after the smooth bluestone road became wet, it was easy for people to slip.

In the rain, the black eaves of Taichang Temple are more like the corners of the dragon. It seems that there are eyes watching the pedestrians and the falling children on the street who are sheltering from the rain.

In the house not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family is eating.

Jing Shang discussed with his father and wife about the child's study in the school, and then mentioned the child's marriage.

At that time, the child who was unable to walk steadily and wanted Jing Jiu to hug was now eleven or twelve.

In the Guo Gong Mansion not far from Jingzhai, Yusi tapped on the window, blurring the spring scene in the courtyard.

The sky was gone, and the Ruya bottle on the shelf was more beautiful.

Lu Guogong's gaze withdrew from the bottle, looked at his son, and said: "There may be things these days these days, don't leave the house."

Shizi Luming asked curiously, "Father, what the hell is going on."

Lord Lu Guo was silent for a while, and said, "A very interesting thing ... Bu Lao Lin will kill me."

Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised. He thought that his father was trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, and he could enter and leave the palace at will.

The feeling of shock has not subsided, and he becomes worried. He knows how terrible is not Lao Lin. Even if his father is highly weighted, he has strong protection in both his entry and exit. How can he be protected for a lifetime?

"Bulao Lin really rarely misses, but since I knew it in advance, I don't have to worry about it."

Looking at his son's expression, Lu Guogong knew what he was thinking, and said, "This matter should end soon, and it won't last long."

Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was slightly relieved and asked: "Why not Lao Lin want to kill you?"

Lu Guogong said: "It should not be someone who wants to buy my life, then naturally it is related to the position of the father."

Lu Ming is even more puzzled, thinking that his father is Taichang Temple Qing, what relationship can this position have with the assassin organization such as Bu Lao Lin?

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Lu Guogong got up before dawn. He used to take leave for a while and suddenly became diligent in the past few days.

Standing in the gate of the city, he was so normal and humorous with the princes that he was particularly normal, and he couldn't see what he was thinking or waiting for.

When I left the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the rain silk on the long street was so beautifully illuminated.

Lu Guogong looked at the scenery outside the window, but frowned, wondering why the other party had not shot yet?

Came to Taichang Temple, Lu Guogong stepped down from the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. He didn't know what to expect and shook his head with a smile.

The officials greeted him, and he responded gently, walked into Taichang Temple surrounded by his subordinates, and came to the innermost place.

The room was very warm and dry, and the water droplets in the official uniform or temples soon disappeared. He sighed comfortably and picked up the tea bowl at hand.

Every morning when he comes to the Yamen, he will have a bowl of hot tea ready, just at the most convenient place for him to hold.

It has been years, and the deacons in the teahouse have done these things particularly well.

For example, today's bowl is light red Shan Mei, which is his favorite tea in spring. As for other seasons, of course, there will be different likes.

The temperature of the tea in the bowl is also very particular, neither hot nor cold, which is his favorite temperature.

If he had already drunk tea at this time on weekdays, but he didn't drink it while holding the tea bowl today, it seemed a little fascinating and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly there was a noise in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.

Lu Guogong still looked at the Shanmei tea in the bowl, his expression remained unchanged.

Dense footsteps sounded, and many people came to his house, and a man dressed as a servant was pushed to the ground.

Someone reported: "Guogong, this man is the deacon of the tea house, whose surname is Zhou, that is, he poisoned the tea."

Lu Guogong didn't raise his eyes and asked, "Did you find any residual poison? What is the specific poison?"

"This person is extremely cautious. After poisoning, he threw the poison bag into the stove. The next time he couldn't stop it, he could only test it from the tea later."

From the official uniform, the official who responded was not the servant of Taichang Temple but the official of Qingtian Division.

Grandpa Lu Guo raised his head, put the tea bowl back gently on the table, looked at the tea house handyman on the ground, his eyes narrowed.

Bu Lao Lin's assassin was not actually a strong assassin, but a handyman who worked in Taichang Temple for many years.

If he didn't know about it in advance, he might have drunk the tea in the bowl today.

Common poisons do not make much sense to people like him, but since Lao Lin dared to design in this way, the poison in the tea would be unusual.

Since the tea house handyman was not a practitioner, Qingtian Si was not afraid that he would commit suicide. He did not use the vitality lock, but tied his hands with a rope.

He felt Guo Gong's sight, his face was pale, and he was so terrified that he couldn't kneel at all, slumped on the ground, and kept shaking.

Duke Lu Guo looked at him and knew that the handyman should be instigated or intimidated. He didn't even know the inside story of this matter, and he didn't even know that the main messenger behind the scene was the old Lao Lin.

There was a bit of chaos in the field, and people were everywhere under the corridor, and the wet garments rubbed against each other.

An official shouted that there was something important to report, and squeezed the crowd out of the face anxiously, and came to the house.

Just as he was about to cross the threshold, the thin rain under the gallery suddenly became chaotic.

I don't know where there was a gust of wind.

Lord Lu Guo raised his head.