“The Buddha said, ‘It cannot be spoken,’” the monk said simply. After saying that, he took out a wooden board and a knife from his sleeve and handed them to Bai Shiying.
The moment Bai Shiying saw the knife, she smiled and accepted it.
"Thank you for your help, Master."
He then began to concentrate on carving words on the wooden board.
The monk sighed upon seeing this, shook his head, and went outside to continue cleaning.
It wasn't until nearly noon that Bai Shiying came out of the house and said goodbye to the monk.
Bai Shiying arrived at the halfway point of the mountain. Looking up, the steps still seemed endless. Without lingering, she headed down to the bottom of the mountain.
Watching Bai Shiying's departing figure, the monk couldn't help but recall that many years ago, a little girl had also come here to pray for a marriage with that person. He couldn't quite remember what she said at the time, but he remembered that at the end, she seemed to have been given a red string.
"I'm getting old," the monk smiled slightly, then turned and went back into the house.
On the incense altar inside the room, a new wooden board was tied next to Xie Weina's, with an inscription carved on it.
"I want to thank Wei De for fulfilling my wish!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the capital, a burly man with a ferocious face, broad shoulders, and extremely well-developed biceps sat in his seat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
This man was none other than Zhao Hongbo, the third master of the Zhao family. He looked at the person kneeling before him, blew a puff of smoke in his face, and said in a somewhat rough voice, "Say what you just said again."
The person in front of him dared not disobey and repeated what he had just said.
"Brother Hong, we've lost contact with all the men we sent out. There weren't many traces left at the scene, but there was a very sharp sword aura. None of our men used swords, so we're probably all wiped out."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongbo angrily slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair, smashing it to pieces. His underling immediately lowered his head.
"It seems that Xie family kid was prepared all along. Send our people back. We can't leave any more leverage for the Xie family. Let's look for people on the dark web." Zhao Hongbo finished smoking his cigarette.
"Since the ultimate target is Mu Qingcheng, it's enough to just make her disappear."
“Master Hong, no! Mu Qingcheng holds an important position. Doing this will not only take us further away from our goal, but it will also easily bring trouble upon ourselves,” someone who had been standing next to Zhao Hongbo said, trying to stop him.
"We just need to make Mu Qingcheng miss the mayoral election. That way, the problem won't be too serious. Once our people successfully take office, the results of the investigation will be up to us."
"oh?"
"I have a plan, we can do it like this..."
"Alright, let's do it this way. If that Xie kid tries to stop us again, make him stay in the hospital for a few days."
"Yes," the underling in front of him quickly agreed and then left.
Little did they know that someone at the scene had already secretly recorded the conversation.
(Let me make it clear first, Xie is not a simp. After praying, Xie Wei starts to let go. The pace might be a bit faster later. The part about Bai chasing after her husband will be a little bit later, really just a little bit.)
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