Chapter 467

"It is said that Yu Jiang killed your father ran Bowen. Do you hate her?"

The wind and rain outside the door are sudden, and the door is quiet and safe.

At the moment when Bo YuXun's words fell, all three people except Mingjing were nervous and looked at Mingjing subconsciously.

This is really a very sharp question, which is well known in the world, but it is really inappropriate to ask it in front of the parties.

Bo YuXun quietly looked at the mirror and waited for his answer.

With the iron inlay in the mirror, the charcoal fire is stirred little by little, and a cluster of bright fire lights up to bring warmth.

The girl lowered her eyebrows and eyes, calm and silent.

"Then I asked Dr. Bo, is there a chicken or an egg first?"

Bo YuXun was stunned. Unexpectedly, Mingjing asked a question that was out of touch with the wind, horses and cattle.

Without waiting for his answer, the mirror said faintly: "the chicken lays eggs, the eggs break and the chicken, the cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is not good."

She said: "when is it time to repay each other? At that moment, all gratitude and resentment are over."

Bo YuXun didn't see any resentment in her expression.

In fact, he knew the answer before asking.

"If one day you find that you still have a relative missing you, will you... Be happy?"

Zheng Qing coughed and glanced at Bo YuXun strangely.

What does this guy mean?

Zheng qingzhuan, I almost forgot that she has relatives in Mingzhuan. Yes, she is not alone in Mingzhuan.

She can't keep the mirror, but these people can.

Thinking of something, Zheng Qing glanced quietly at Bo YuXun.

Did he know anything?

Li Ling looked at his nose, nose and heart, and raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Qufeitai is confused from beginning to end. He understands every word, but when combined, why is it so difficult to understand?

The bright mirror looked up at Bo YuXun, and the dark eyes were dark and quiet.

Bo YuXun looked back at it without cowardice.

In his eyes, there was expectation, excitement and joy of recovery.

Correspondingly, there is no waves and waves in the bright mirror eyes, like a calm deep sea.

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In the deep mountain old temple with heavy rain, the knock on the door seemed quite strange, inexplicably causing a layer of cold sweat on the back.

Zheng Qing "Shua" put away the dagger and stood up, "I'll go and see what ox ghosts and snake gods are."

The words fell and rushed out.

Bo YuXun sighed softly, but there will be opportunities in the future.

Zheng Qing took a look through the crack of the door. The visitor was wearing a black raincoat and dripping water all over. He appeared at the gate of the nunnery. It was very strange.

Zheng Qing turned his wrist, hid the dagger between his sleeves and shouted, "who is it? Report the number."

"It's me." A low magnetic male voice was easily drowned by the sound of rain, but it was clearly captured by Zheng Qing's ear recognition.

Zheng Qing shook her hand and almost couldn't stand steadily. She immediately opened the door, closed the door with her backhand, and looked up and down at the man in front of her.

Do not set the channel: "Why are you here? What the hell?"

Under the rain hat, the man raised his head. It was an insignificant face, but his eyes were like torches. The moment he looked at it, it was like falling into an abyss.

Zheng Qingcui scolded, "don't you think it's not chaotic enough to join in the fun? Li Ling can sit inside and Bo YuXun. If he knows your identity, he won't let you go."

The man picked up the waterproof bag in his hand. "The boss's wife of Fat Chef begged me to come to the mountain to deliver materials to you. It's late and the way down the mountain is difficult. I'll make do in the nunnery tonight."

Zheng Qing took a cold breath: "are you kidding? Give me something. Go down the mountain."

Zheng Qing grabbed the bag in his hand and drove him down the mountain.

Then the door behind him opened and the mirror came out with an umbrella.

Zheng Qing looked stiff and subconsciously blocked in front of the man. "That's a mirror. He was sent by the boss's wife to send you materials. The things have been received. I'll let him go down the mountain."

"What are you doing? Let's go." Zheng Qing reached out and pushed him. The man didn't move.

Under the umbrella, the girl raised her eyes.

Separated by the murmuring rain curtain, the four eyes are opposite, as if time had stood still at this moment.

The man's eyes were deeply locked on her face, the Adam's apple rolled, and his low voice seemed to come out of the abyss.

"Long time no see."

Zheng Qing's mouth was so frightened that he could compete for an egg.

What happened when she didn't know?

The mirror nodded: "it's hard for you to come here."

The man's voice was faint: "it's not worth mentioning to raise a hand."

"Wait, when did you meet?" Zheng qingdang is between them. Look at this and then that.

Mingjing turned around: "last time in Qujiang, this gentleman saved me“

The man crossed Zheng Qing and stepped into the gate of the nunnery.

He looked at everything in the nunnery quietly. "Little master grew up in such an environment since childhood. He has a firm Buddhist heart and admires it."

The mirror said faintly, "Mister, it's a false praise."

The man raised his eyebrows and touched the beard on his chin: "little master has golden eyes. I don't know how little master recognizes me? Please solve my doubts."

"Next time you change your face, please cover up the ambergris."

The man was stunned, shook his head and laughed: "I see."

Zheng Qing's eyes turned strangely between the two. What ambergris, one dares to say and the other dares to listen.

Several people were stunned when they saw the man coming in.

Sitting here are all dragons and phoenixes among people. People with quick mind, especially Li Ling, can see at a glance that this man has extraordinary bearing under the ordinary disguise and is by no means an ordinary person.

"I don't know where this gentleman comes from. I don't think this time is for Buddha's sake?" Li Ling asked tentatively.

Zheng Qing shook the bag in her hand: "the landlady sent him to send us supplies. The landlady can handle it. She's really in trouble."

Zheng Qing opened the bag. There were steamed bread, instant hot pot, self heated rice and a quilt to keep out the cold.

Zheng Qing handed out a box of hot pot, "let's get together and eat hot pot in this deep mountain old temple. What kind of fate is this? Let's take a picture."

Zheng Qing took out his mobile phone and took a selfie when everyone didn't respond.

Zheng Qing tutted. They are all big guys. If this photo flows out, it will definitely detonate the whole network.

Qu Feitai snorted: "President Qing, how many black photos of me are there in your mobile phone?"

Zheng Qing touched his chin: "in the future, you can feed all the artists in our company by selling your black photos. Don't you really consider coming to my company? I'll give you a surprise benefit when I come. It's definitely not a loss."

Qu Feitai's skin laughed and meat didn't laugh: "President Qing's kindness has been accepted."

Zheng Qing sighed: "one day, you will regret crying for your father and mother."

Open the self heating hot pot, and the aroma floats all over the room. Zheng Qing handed it to the mirror: "you only ate a little sweet potato. How can your stomach suffer? Eat some hot pot. It's vegetarian and won't break your habit."

Mingjing shook his head. "Take it slowly and I'll make some medicine."

He got up and left the kitchen.

As soon as the mirror left, the atmosphere in the kitchen was strangely silent.

Before the self heating hot pot was put away, Qu Feitai wouldn't even look at it, but now the conditions are harsh and the weather is cold. It's good to eat self heating hot pot. There's nothing to be picky about.

Li Ling's voice sounded in his ear when he was eating; "I think Sir looks familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

The man sat on the wooden pier and raised his hands and feet with dignity. Even the narrow kitchen did not damage his temperament.

When the man heard the speech, he quickly flashed a dark color in the depths of his eyes, lifted his eyes and said faintly: "Sir, I recognize the wrong person."

"Really? I think Mr. Zhang has an extraordinary temperament. I don't know what to call him?"

"Don't use your surname Ye."

"Is Mr. Ye from Siji town?"

In the face of Li Ling's inquisitive questions, another person has been impatient for a long time, but the man always looks light and looks well cultivated.

"No."

"Is Mr. Ye from Yunzhou?"

Li Ling's eyes locked tightly on the man's face and didn't miss the slightest expression.

Zheng Qing said in his heart that Li Ling is worthy of Mr. Cheng's most valued subordinate. His eyes are really poisonous.

Bo YuXun was also secretly observing the man opposite and heard Li Ling's implication.

The man frowned slightly, then quickly dispersed and said faintly, "how do you know, sir?"

Li Ling smiled: "because I'm from Yunzhou. I feel very kind when I look at you. As the saying goes, villagers see villagers, and they both cry."

Zheng Qing picked an eyebrow: "so you are a fellow townsman. What kind of fate is this..."

The man's back is straight, and he is cold and arrogant. He said faintly: "really? I haven't gone back for many years."

"What does Mr. Ye do?"

Zheng Qing feels a little annoyed. Is it an occupational disease or doubt him? I wish I could seal Li Ling's mouth.

The man said, "running errands."

"Mr. is so talented that he is really inferior in running errands." Li Ling's tone was very sorry.

The man said faintly, "I think it's good."

Zheng Qing couldn't stay any longer. He slipped out quickly and came to the pharmacy in Houshan.

The sky gradually darkened, and the cabin was shrouded in darkness. The mirror held a kerosene lamp in one hand and gently turned over and picked up herbs in the other hand. The thin and slender figure looked more and more ethereal and lonely in the hazy candle fire.

Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame and imagined that she had spent more than ten years before. Her nose was sour.

"Ah Yu."

The girl's figure was stiff and did not look back.

A wisp of cold wind floated in through the broken window coffin, shaking and mottling the bean like candle fire, and the hazy shadow of the girl was reflected on the wall.

"You have a serious loss of health. You have to rely on the foundation to support it. After only five years, you can't support it. If you still want to see your son grow up, you have to listen to me."

Zheng Qing lowered his head and said in a quiet voice, "I'm gone. Don't you still have you?"

"If you want your son to become an orphan, do whatever you want. Maternal love can't be replaced."

Yes, they are orphans. They vowed from an early age that if they start a family in the future, they will not let their children bear the suffering they have endured.

"Well, I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

The lips of the mirror overflow with a shallow smile.

"So you've seen him for a long time." Zheng Qing whispered, staring at the busy figure of the mirror.

"Do you hate him?"

"Why do you always ask me that, doctor Bo, so do you."

Mingjing said calmly, "the word hate is too heavy. I said earlier that everything has its own cause and effect. How do you hate or not hate?"

Zheng Qing was stunned and smiled bitterly: "I'm a layman after all."

Her eyes grew sad as she looked into the mirror.

On her body, ah Yu has gradually disappeared.

She completely put down, which represents the real disappearance of ah Yu.

Mingjing worked hard for a long time and made a black pill.

Zheng Qing disliked it very much: "what's this? Won't it be highly toxic?"

She swallowed it and almost vomited out disgustingly.

"Mom, it's killing me. You murdered your husband."

Mingjing handed her a glass of water: "good medicine tastes bitter and is good for disease. Take medicine every day. After taking medicine, meditate and regulate your breath, guard against arrogance and impatience, and eat and rest regularly. Your body will gradually get better."

Zheng Qing sighed, "how can I thank you?"

"Your greatest thanks to me are to do less evil. Next, I'll spend three days making medicine for you." The bright mirror came out with a kerosene lamp and an umbrella.

"I'm going to keep a vigil for master tonight. Please rest early."

He walked into the Bodhisattva hall and meditated on the futon in the flickering candlelight.

The rattling sound of wooden fish came and floated for a long time in the silent mountains and forests.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared, and heaven and earth immediately pressed the pause button.

Several people listened to the sound of wooden fish in different moods.

When the knock came again, it was close to the early morning.

In such an environment, the sound of knocking on the door is very strange.

Almost instantly, it was creepy.

Qu Feitai subconsciously stood up and looked at the three people opposite his eyes, "I'll have a look."

Li Ling glanced at the man, "who else will come at this time?"

Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, this scene is really scary.

The air in the room was filled with strange shapes, and the air of the lamp was blown on the wall.

Qu Feitai clenched his fist: "don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Besides, with the blessing of Bodhisattva, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The words fell and went straight out.

Although he emboldened himself, fear is human nature. Qu Feitai's fingers trembled and opened the latch. Suddenly, the mountain wind rushed to his face, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

Out of the darkness came a man, dusty and covered with dust and frost.

The pupil of Qu Feitai shrinks suddenly: "is it you?"

The man crossed him and stepped into the nunnery door. At a glance, he saw the girl kneeling at the foot of the Bodhisattva in the middle of the Buddha Hall.

Her thin back is somewhat blurred in the rain, the Yellow candles are fluttering and mottled, and the picture is solemn and quiet.

The sound of wooden fish came from far to near, rattling like a heavy hammer, which fell on my heart.