Chapter 134: The Sword Still Aged
He Sang probed, "Two days?"
Liang Jishen is a man who respects and understands women very much. He does not interfere with what she wants to do, where she goes, how expensive things she buys, or what priceless things she wastes. He has only one request: feed him well before she goes and when she comes back.
"Which temple?"
"Puhua Temple."
He Sang didn't lie, and she couldn't lie. She just made up a fake one. If Liang Jishen got the urge to contact the temple and found out that she didn't go, it would be troublesome.
"Puhua Temple in Sheshan?"
She nodded, "That one works."
Liang Jishen had heard of Puhua Temple. Zhou Kun's mother went there twice on the first and fifteenth day of every month and donated millions of yuan in incense and offerings. The old ladies of that generation, especially those with prosperous descendants and large families, were particularly particular about worshiping Buddha. Their husbands had chased for fame and fortune when they were young, and had more or less owed sins and damaged their good deeds. They donated money and ate vegetarian food to offset the retribution.
Ji Xilan does not believe in retribution, and she has always had a bottom line on major issues.
"Tomorrow?"
He Sang's voice was the clear, melodious tone of a stage performance. "Tomorrow morning."
Liang Jishen sucked her earlobe and said, "I have a dinner party tonight, which should end in the early morning. I'll be back at ten o'clock."
Maybe his tongue was too hot, and it sucked her earlobes until they turned red, and she let out a soft "hmm".
The man pinched the soft flesh around her waist and said, "Stop teasing me. Wait for me at home."
He Sang left as Cheng Xun came in. "Liang Chihui has left the province. The security cameras at the provincial border have captured him."
Liang Jishen wiped the dust off the lampshade and asked, "Where did it go?"
"His whereabouts are unknown. The border line is divided into four forks, leading to three provinces and one city in the east, south, west and north." Cheng Xun asked, "Will he take a boat?"
"He will avoid the real-name system and may take the bus."
"A bus? Second Young Master has lived for thirty-four years, and he's never ridden in a crowded bus, has he?" Cheng Xun couldn't help but laugh. "Guanghe Group's shoddy projects are all over the province. Even when the higher-ups were investigating them, Liang Chihui remained calm. Now that things are quiet, and the projects have been repaired and completed by other construction companies, most of the evidence no longer exists. Instead, he sacrificed Huang Biao. It seems he's very worried about the He Jinping incident."
Liang Jishen wiped his hands with a tissue and threw them into the trash can at the corner of the table. "Why are you so afraid?"
"Only Ms. He is investigating the background of Guanghe Group and the cause of He Jinping's death. The provincial government, including the family of the deceased worker, has stopped investigating."
He smiled intriguingly, "Why is it fear, and not some other motive?"
Cheng Xun was puzzled, "What's the purpose?"
"What about Tu He Sang?"
Cheng Xun was shocked. "The Second Young Master likes Miss He?"
“Not necessarily like it.”
The sky gradually darkened. Liang Jishen dimmed the wall lamp. "Turning He Sang's suspicion into gratitude and guilt can protect him and satisfy his selfish desires. He knows very well that I am behind He Sang. He is not afraid of women investigating, but he is afraid of me taking action."
Cheng Xun said, "It's been six years, and we have no way to verify it."
The man's expression was unpredictable, his knuckles tapping the shadow of the table edge intermittently. "But Liang Chihui doesn't dare to gamble."
......
He Sang tossed and turned all night. Liang Jishen was 32 years old, but his physical strength was not much worse than that of a young man in his early twenties. He just rested at daybreak.
The man carried her to the bathroom to clean up. She dazedly called out, "Waist..."
"How's your waist?"
"Backache..."
Liang Jishen smiled as he washed her and asked again, "How long will it take?"
"Two days..."
He pinched He Sang's face, and her cheekbones flushed deeply. It was unclear whether he was happy or she was happy.
The next morning, He Sang didn't get up.
Hu Nongnong sat in the living room for a long time and had lunch. He Sang took a nap and looked very refreshed. Hu Nongnong could tell at a glance that it was the man's achievement. She tilted her head and teased Liang Jishen, "Third Uncle, you're still as sharp as ever."
Liang Jishen glanced at her indifferently, "Have you finished eating?"
Hu Nongnong smiled with a lingering smile, "I'm done eating."
"Eat and get out."
Her smile froze. "What kind of person is this... He doesn't even like to be praised, and gets angry at women. He deserves to never get married."
Hu Nongnong took a driver and drove into another province. It was already dusk when they reached the halfway point of Sheshan Mountain.
Walking through the tree-lined avenue, with layers of tree shadows cast, the outline of Puhua Temple is revealed in the sunset.
The driver slowed down and turned into a narrow road.
"The trees are so green." Hu Nongnong rolled down the car window completely. "In ancient costume TV dramas, people live in Zen rooms. Should we live there too?"
He Sang rested his chin on his hand and looked at the scenery. "I guess I'll have to stay for two nights."
Liang Chihui was stabbed, and since the other party was retaliating, he was definitely going to kill him. He Sang had seen his fighting ability with his own eyes and was very vigilant, so he escaped death.
He hid from the Liang family and also from revenge. Feng Zhikui's henchmen knew that he was injured and most likely hired people to ambush him in various hospitals. For safety reasons, he would probably have to stay in the temple for a while.
It's obviously unrealistic to make a big show of inviting doctors up the mountain. Most of the knife wounds were caused by fights, so the hospital calling the police is not ruled out.
The temple is full of unfamiliar monks, who need careful care in daily tasks such as changing dressings, cooking, and washing clothes.
At least, you have to get through the two or three days of danger after being cut.
There is no problem in taking care of oneself later.
"Master!" He Sang noticed a monk cleaning the mountain steps. She waved, "Excuse me, is there a master chef at the temple?"
"The abbot is at the top of the mountain." He pointed to the end of the narrow path. "We can walk from here."
He Sang and Hu Nongnong got out of the car and sent the driver back. Hu Nongnong rarely walked, as she was used to being picked up and dropped off by cars. She took He Sang's arm, taking a step and then a break. After finally reaching the top of the mountain, she collapsed on the stone bench and said, "Is it really effective? I want twins, a boy and a girl. Zhou Kun wants a daughter, and I want a son. Why does he have a mistress and I don't?"
He Sang looked around absentmindedly and said to her perfunctorily, "If you are sincere, it will definitely work."
Hu Nongnong's makeup was smudged, so she took out a mirror to touch it up. He Sang walked straight into the incense hall.
The incense hall is located in the center of Puhua Temple. The east and west wing rooms are the monks' meditation rooms, kitchens and Buddhist halls for chanting sutras.
Passing the incense hall, there is a Zen temple for pilgrims, with three large northern rooms and three western rooms, each with a courtyard and an ancient well for drawing water.
A very old-fashioned temple.
Some wealthy ladies and businessmen believe in these ancient temples very much. The monks are all great monks with great skills in performing rituals. Whatever you pray for will be granted. Of course, the incense fees are also high.
To show sincerity, people would offer food, worship Buddha, and stay overnight. The Zen temple was always full.
In the yard of the north house, clothes, bathtubs and mattresses were hung out to dry. Among them, a black shirt caught He Sang's attention.
It’s Liang Chihui’s.
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