Chapter 141: Banshan Temple

When facing the police's questioning, it is easy to retell the facts, but there are some problems with Ye Muxue's journey to Hong Kong... However, this is easy to solve and can be done with illusion.

After seeing off the two policemen, Ye Muxue felt a little worried. The two policemen kindly told her that if Tongji’s leader couldn’t find the murderer who killed his son, he might vent his anger on her. If there was nothing else, it would be better for her to return to the mainland as soon as possible.

anger?
Ye Muxue felt that she could do it, but... She picked up the hotel phone and called Zheng Guangyuan's home: "Mr. Zheng, I want to ask, do you know where the main hall of Tongji is?"

Zheng Guangyuan answered cautiously: "I know, but you want to..."

"Oh, I want to visit." Ye Muxue answered seriously.

"Well... Miss Ye, this Tongji is not... a good person." Zheng Guangyuan advised tactfully.

Ye Muxue smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, do you know?"

Well, people are unhappy!

Zheng Guangyuan on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly and waved to Uncle Wang to come over to inquire about Tong Ji's situation... With his status and position, Tong Ji really didn't deserve to be remembered by him.

Tung Kee is not a big gang in Hong Kong, but it is quite famous, mainly because its leaders are all very capable fighters and tough guys.

These days, the weak are afraid of the strong, the strong are afraid of the strong, and the strong are afraid of those who are willing to risk their lives...Tongji leader Tian Shengtong, the eldest son Tian Long, and Chen Binghuo, the double red flower stick, are the ones who have worked hard to become successful.

If you ask about their actions...haha, pick any one of them at random, they all deserve to be put to death!

Precisely because of Tongji's ruthlessness, no one is willing to provoke him even though he is not large in size. After all, no one wants to be targeted by a mad dog.

Ye Muxue hung up the phone and put on the golden mask... Suddenly, the golden mask quickly covered her entire head like liquid. Gradually, her face turned into that of a Western beauty, with wine red hair and sky blue eyes. When she walked outside, even the people who knew her best would not be able to recognize her.

This was the first time she used the golden mask to disguise herself, and the effect was just right. The best thing was that the face imitated by the golden mask could not even be detected by spiritual sense, so it was safe and reliable.

……

Tongji’s hall is about seven or eight streets away from Jiuding Hotel... Interestingly, it is a food stall.

Normally this food stall has a booming business and is bustling with people... Today there are some people, but no one is doing business. Everyone is shouting and yelling about killing, waiting for dark to take action.

I don't know how they choose their targets.

Ye Muxue got out of the taxi and looked at the golden plaque with the words "Tong Ji" hanging above the food stall. She felt that the style of the plaque was inexplicably... pleasing.

"Hey, foreign girl, who called you that? Why is there only one person?"

A man who was drunk on horse urine mistook her for a woman from a nightclub. He staggered over and stretched out his hand in a frivolous manner.

"Your whole family is full of foreigners!"

Ye Muxue raised her leg and kicked... This kick landed right on the stomach of this idiot, causing him to jump seven or eight meters away. Suddenly, yellow and green liquid gushed out of his mouth like a "hanging river". Fortunately, Ye Muxue had anticipated this when she made her move, and a burst of true energy burst out towards him - returning the favor!
It was just not accurate enough and covered his face. He felt so disgusted by himself that he sat on the ground holding his stomach and vomiting.

You little bastard! You kicked too softly!

Ye Muxue's eyes were like knives. If they could be materialized, she would be able to dig out the boy's eyeballs... This girl would still look righteous even if she changed her appearance. How dare you think about dirty things? Aren't you asking for trouble?
But she was magnanimous and didn't beat him to death. The kick just made it impossible for him to get up.

There were twenty or thirty Tongji guys sitting at several tables. It could be said that all those gathered here today were the elites of Tongji. A few drunk guys were still laughing at the guy who was kicked away, but some people noticed something was wrong... What kind of "foreign girl" could kick a 140-150 kilogram strong man away?

"Do you understand Mandarin?"

A scoundrel came over with a knife in his hand and said with a grin, "It doesn't matter. It will make you understand!"

As he spoke, he swung the knife and started chopping.

So cruel!
Ye Muxue's face turned cold, and an invisible wave emanated out... The first to be hit was the bad boy. He suddenly put away the knife, turned around, with murderous eyes, and strode into the stall.

"Ahua, what's wrong with you?"

A yellow-haired man who didn't look like he had drunk much noticed something was wrong, stood up and shouted... but he immediately drew out his machete and rushed into the house with murderous intent.

Not only them, but all the people sitting outside the stalls rushed into the house one by one, either holding knives or sticks.

"Ahua, Yuwanming, you are sick!"

There were roars coming from the room, followed by gunshots...but the gunshots soon stopped, drowned out by the screams!

Ye Muxue stood outside alone and listened quietly... Oh, there was another person, the bastard who wanted to tease her first was also listening, but his face was full of fear, he was incontinent, and there was a strange smell in the air.

During this time, a few cars passed by here, but they all sped past... Even though there were deafening shouts and screams inside, no car stopped.

Gradually, the shouting and screaming in the house died down, and a strong smell of blood drifted out. Sijiuzi looked at the door in horror, as if hoping that a living person would run out.

The night was eerily quiet at this moment... A woman was standing on the roadside, and a strong man was sitting on the ground in a strange posture like a frightened lamb, turning his head to look back!

No matter how it happens, it forms a terrifying picture.

Ye Muxue was also quite quiet, but she was experiencing a feeling... a very mysterious feeling.

Killing is very disadvantageous for a cultivator, especially killing ordinary people. It is best to avoid it if possible. Only evil cultivators and demonic cultivators use indiscriminate killing to prove their truth.

Sword cultivator?

Sword cultivators practice Taoism through fighting and march forward courageously!

The elders often said that those who practice cultivation are competing with heaven. Every time they kill or save a person, heaven will secretly keep an account of it. Fortunately, God will settle the score for you when it is most critical for you.

Just now, Ye Muxue suddenly felt that her merits had increased again!

Many people have done good deeds, and the elderly often say that doing good deeds is accumulating virtue, but many people do not think so because the merits are too small. However, because Ye Muxue has a lot of merits, she can feel the light of merits that are difficult to see with the naked eye merging into her body.

"Kid, you should be thankful that you have the least blood on you. Don't get involved in society. You won't be so lucky every time."

Ye Muxue glanced at the sturdy man who was crying like a child, and suddenly disappeared.

The next morning.

After finishing his morning exercises, Zheng Guangyuan went to the balcony and sat down on a chair. Tea and newspapers were already prepared on the small table next to him.

He picked up the tea, sniffed the fragrance and nodded secretly... It was indeed a gift from a hermit. Just the fragrance of the tea made him feel refreshed. Just as he was about to pick up the teacup, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a piece of news in the newspaper... The two words "Tongji" were too eye-catching.

He calmed himself down, put down his teacup, picked up the newspaper and read again... the 'Tongji Massacre' tragedy!
The news in the newspaper was very detailed... It recorded an internal fight and mutual killing, with only one person surviving. It also mentioned that a white woman appeared at the scene.

At the end of this news, there was also information that Tongji Er Shao was shot dead by his men outside the Jiuding Hotel that afternoon.

Zheng Guangyuan had stopped reading the relevant comments. He put down the newspaper and said, "Ah Xian!"

"Master, what's the matter?" Aunt Xian responded immediately.

"Have Manli and the kid named Jiang Xuan gotten up?" Zheng Guangyuan asked.

"Get up and go to the garden."

Auntie Xian was very good at reading people's expressions: "Shall I go find Jiang Xuan's child?"

"Let them come together." Zheng Guangyuan said.

Aunt Xian responded and left... A moment later, the girls came over, talking and laughing.

Ever since Ye Muxue helped suppress the Nine Yin Meridians, Zheng Manli gradually became cheerful, especially when she met the mischievous Jiang Xuan. The two became familiar with each other in just one night.

Zheng Guangyuan was also very happy with the result. A girl should be lively and cheerful. Due to her physical condition, Zheng Manli had few friends other than her relatives. Now that she had a playmate of the same age, she believed that she would soon become like a normal girl.

"Axuan, are you used to sleeping well?" Zheng Guangyuan asked.

"It's okay. I don't have the habit of choosing a bed."

Jiang Xuan blinked: "Grandpa Zheng, do you have something to ask me?"

Zheng Guangyuan was not embarrassed when a little girl saw through his thoughts: "Your master asked me for information about Tongji. Is there any grudge between them?"

"Tongji?"

Jiang Xuan blinked: "The second young master of Tongji saw my master in the hotel yesterday. He was shocked by her beauty and wanted to take my master back to Tongji."

"What happened next?" Zheng Guangyuan asked.

"No later."

Jiang Xuan blinked: "Those people went crazy and had an internal fight outside the hotel. Two bodyguards killed the second young master and ran away... Hey! There should have been a report on the news yesterday."

Aunt Xian quickly brought yesterday's newspaper... and it was really found. Moreover, the two escaped bodyguards were also said to have been caught, and the case is still under further trial.

"Oh, Tongji also wiped out the whole family?! Internal strife? It seems that their internal strife is hereditary!"

Jiang Xuan also saw today's newspaper at this time and was surprised to see the news in it.

Zheng Guangyuan was sure that Ye Muxue had done it, although he had no evidence. Of course, Zheng Guangyuan was just... respectful, but he had no intention of condemning her. He had risen step by step from a poor family, and in addition to his talent for business, he definitely did not rely on kindness and softness. On the contrary, he was relieved that Zheng Manli had such a master, at least his granddaughter would not be bullied.

When Ye Muxue arrived at the appointed time, she discovered through her spiritual sense that the Zheng family's car had arrived outside the hotel... When Zheng Guangyuan got out of the car, he found that Ye Muxue had just come out of the hotel.

He quickly invited Ye Muxue to get in the car.

After setting off, Ye Muxue asked him about the expert.

It is said that Master Miaolian was a disciple of Master Hongyi, and only some upper-class people in Hong Kong knew of her existence.

Although she has a nunnery in Hong Kong, she either stays in seclusion or travels around. She has studied various cultural relics, and this trip to Egypt was sponsored by Zheng Guangyuan and another female lay Buddhist.

Ye Muxue listened to the various deeds of Master Miaolian and found them very interesting, as if she was seeing the second Master Tong.

Being treated as a distinguished guest by a person like Zheng Guangyuan must be more than just a profound Buddhist. She really wanted to meet this Master Miaolian, but she also concealed her own aura.

The nunnery where the monk was located was on Dayu Mountain. After they got off the ferry, they walked along a small path to avoid the crowd.

Hong Kong was still under construction at that time, and Dayu Mountain seemed relatively simple and rustic, as the government did not have the energy to take care of it for the time being.

The group walked along the mountain. Although the surrounding trees and grass had not been artificially modified, the scenery was still pleasant. When they walked to a higher place on the mountain and looked back, they could vaguely see the winding coastline outlining the contours of Dayu Mountain.

Seabirds chased the fishing boats, and waves splashed from the stern. The blue sea, where the water and the sky met, was vast and misty, and occasionally a huge ship passed slowly...

Suddenly, Zheng Guangyuan stopped and pointed to a simple temple halfway up the mountain, and said with a smile: "We're here, this is it."

Ye Muxue took a closer look. This temple...at best, it was only the size of a quadrangle courtyard. In the mainland, even a wild temple would be larger than this. Above the door lintel was a plaque with "Banshan Temple" written on it.

Zheng Guangyuan went forward and knocked on the door. Soon, the door of the nunnery creaked open, and a little nun about ten years old walked out.

"Mr. Zheng."

It seemed that the little nun was quite familiar with Zheng Guangyuan. When she saw him, her brows immediately lit up and she seemed very happy.

"Is your master here?" Zheng Guangyuan asked with a smile.

"Master said that there was a magpie singing outside the nunnery today. A kind lay Buddhist must be coming. She will be waiting for you inside after her morning class."

After the little nun waited for everyone to come in, she led everyone inside.

Walking inside, Ye Muxue found that although this Buddhist temple was small, it had everything it needed. In the main hall was a seated statue of Tathagata.

On the left and right sides are the two venerable Ananda and Kasyapa, in addition to the altar, cushions, prayer wheels, wooden fish and other ritual instruments.

The room is not very big, but it is furnished with many things, yet it does not look messy. Instead, it is well-organized and filled with a solemn atmosphere.

However, what surprised Ye Muxue was that these Buddha statues were not painted with gold or silver, but were simply coated with a thin layer of lacquer. This further highlighted the exquisite craftsmanship of the Buddha statues, which were extraordinary.

Zheng Guangyuan skillfully took out a few incense sticks from the altar beside him...

"Wait, use mine."

Ye Muxue spoke out to stop Zheng Guangyuan, and a stick of incense appeared in her hand like magic.

She gave each of them a few sticks of incense and said with a smile, "This is the incense I made myself. As the saying goes, if you see a mountain, you should visit a temple, and if you see a temple, you should visit a Buddha. Let's borrow the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers here and pray for our own blessings."