After being reminded by my readers, I found out that I had written two Thirty-Nine Chapters, which is why I wrote the Forty-Two Chapters yesterday … It was a bit embarrassing.
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Most of the places in Chaotian were in the mood of spring, but White Town had just passed its winter.
The pear blossoms in the city turned white. Guo Dong returned to the old temple.
The huge broadsword as big as a house beam was still as silent as before, and the golden Buddha was still smiling while looking at the world outside the temple and the distant snowland.
She walked to the front of the Buddha statue and took a bite of a fruit. Then she returned to the doorsill and sat down. Looking at the snowland where the fog had dispersed, she asked a question.
"Don't you feel bored looking at the same scenery every day?"
"I don't want this world to be bored like this. Lately, there have been many movements in Chaotian. It's quite lively, but it makes me feel uneasy."
The deep and distant voice rang out, sounding a bit broken, which sounded like the famous broken bell in the Guocheng Temple.
Guo Dong arched her eyebrows and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I don't even know where they got the list."
The voice asked, "Do you think you can catch all of Bulao Lin this time?"
"Of course it's impossible," Guo Dong said without hesitation.
"What about that person?" the voice asked again.
After a moment of silence, Guo Dong said, "It's very difficult. Even if Jian Xilai is forced to show up, he won't leave any evidence behind, and it's not easy to kill him."
"Do you want to kill him?" asked the voice.
Guo Dong threw away the fruit in her hand and stood up, saying, "Even if I want to kill him, I don't need you to do it."
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The rain was common in the late spring.
The spring rain in Zhaoge City had been falling for a day and a night, and it looked like it would continue.
The rain was not heavy, but the pattering was a bit annoying, especially when the smooth green stone slabs became wet, making it easy for people to slip and fall.
The black eaves of Taichang Temple looked more like the horns of an old dragon in the rain, as if a pair of eyes were watching the pedestrians taking shelter from the rain and the children who fell on the street, as if they were laughing at someone.
In a house not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family was having dinner.
Jing Shang, his father and his wife were discussing the matter of his child studying at the provincial school, and then they talked about his child's marriage.
Back then, the child who couldn't even walk steadily and needed to be carried by Jing Jiu was now eleven or twelve years old. He was eating with his head lowered, looking very obedient.
In the Public House, which was not far from the Jing Residence, the rain gently knocked on the windows, blurring the spring scenery in the courtyard.
The sunlight scattered, making the Ru kiln vase on the shelf look even more beautiful.
Duke Lu withdrew his gaze from the bottle and looked at his son, saying, "Something might happen in the next few days. Don't leave the mansion."
Crown Prince Lu Ming asked curiously, "Father, what is it?"
Duke Lu was silent for a while, then said, "Something very interesting … Bulao Lin wants to kill me."
Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised. He thought that his father was deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor and could enter and leave the palace at will. However, he had always been low-key and rarely offended people. Why would he become the target of Bulao Lin?
Before his shock subsided, it turned into worry. He knew very well what a terrifying place Bulao Lin was. Even if his father had a high position and was protected by strong people when he went in and out, how could he defend himself for a lifetime?
"Bulao Lin indeed rarely fails, but since we know in advance, we naturally don't need to worry."
Duke Lu looked at his son's expression and knew what he was thinking. He said, "This matter should be over soon and won't last for too long."
Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was slightly relieved. He asked, "Why does Bulao Lin want to kill you?"
Duke Lu said, "I don't think it's because someone wants to buy my life, so it naturally has something to do with my position as a father."
Lu Ming was even more puzzled. He thought that his father was the Chief of Taichang Temple. What could this position have to do with an assassin organization like Bulao Lin?
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Duke Lu got up before dawn. In the past, he had often asked for leave, but these days he had suddenly become diligent and attended court every day.
Standing at the city gate, he chatted and joked with the officials. It seemed very normal. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking or what he was waiting for.
By the time he left the Imperial Palace, the morning light had already arrived. The rain falling on the long street was illuminated by the light and was very beautiful.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, Duke Lu frowned. He wondered why the other party hadn't made a move yet.
Arriving in front of Taichang Temple, Duke Lu got off the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. Thinking of something, he smiled and shook his head.
The officials came up to greet him, and he responded with a gentle expression. Surrounded by his subordinates, he entered Taichang Temple and came to the innermost room.
The room was very warm and dry. The water droplets on his official robes and sideburns quickly disappeared. He sighed comfortably and picked up the teacup by his hand.
Every morning when he came to the yamen, a cup of hot tea would be prepared, and it would be at the most convenient place for him to pick it up.
It had been many years, and the attendants in the tea house had done these things very well.
For example, today's cup was light red Shanmei Tea, which was his favorite tea in spring. As for other seasons, there would be different preferences.
The temperature of the tea in the cup was also very particular. It was neither hot nor cold, and it was the temperature that he liked the most.
Normally, he would have taken a sip of tea by now, but today he held the cup and did not drink. He seemed to be in a daze, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly, there was a noise in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.
Duke Lu was still looking at the Shanmei Tea in the cup, his expression unchanged.
Dense footsteps could be heard as many people came to his room. A man dressed as a servant was pushed to the ground.
Someone reported, "Duke, this person is the attendant of the tea house, surnamed Zhou. He was the one who poisoned the tea."
Duke Lu did not even look up and asked, "Did you find the residual poison? What kind of poison was it? "
"This person is very cautious. He threw the poison packet into the kitchen after poisoning the tea. I couldn't stop him, so I had to test the poison in the tea later."
Judging from the official uniform, the official who replied was not a subordinate of Taichang Temple, but an official of the Pure Heaven Bureau.
Duke Lu lifted his head and put the cup back on the table gently. Looking at the attendant on the ground, he narrowed his eyes.
Bulao Lin's assassin was not a Cultivation swordsman who was good at assassination, but a servant who had worked at Taichang Temple for many years.
If he had not known about this beforehand, he would have drunk the tea in the cup today.
The common poisons were not of much use to someone like him, but since Bulao Lin dared to do so, the poison in the tea must be extraordinary.
Since the attendant was not a Cultivation practitioner, the Pure Heaven Bureau was not afraid that he would commit suicide, so they did not use the Yuanqi Lock, but only tied his hands with a rope.
Sensing the gaze of State Duke, the attendant's face turned pale, and he was so terrified that he couldn't kneel down. He collapsed on the ground, his body trembling.
Seeing his reaction, Duke Lu knew that this attendant must have been instigated or coerced by someone, and had no idea what was going on. He didn't even know that the mastermind was Bulao Lin. Duke Lu waved his hand to signal for him to be dragged out of the room.
It was a bit chaotic. People were everywhere in the corridor, their clothes wet by the rainwater rubbing against each other.
An official shouted that he had something important to report. He squeezed through the crowd anxiously and came to the front of the room.
As he was about to step over the threshold, the drizzle in the corridor suddenly became chaotic.
A gust of evil wind blew over from nowhere.
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