Outside the Buddhist temple.

"What was that noise just now?" Lu Wuwei frowned and looked at the Buddhist temple, asking in confusion.

"I don't know." Guan Zai shook his head and looked at Zuo Qing beside him, "What did you mean by he was exchanging my brother's life?"

Zuo Qing turned his back to them, staring at the gate of the Buddhist temple, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes revealing deep sadness and pain, and he did not answer the question.

He knew that Ye Fan had succeeded.

Squeak——!

The door of the Buddhist temple slowly opened, and a figure in black stood behind the door, looking up at the golden sun in the sky. Like a statue of a god who had detached from the world, two lines of tears slid from the corners of his eyes and gently dripped onto the ground.

In his chest, a glass-colored heart was shining.

Seeing that face, Lu Wuwei and Guan Zai were both stunned.

Guan Zai stared at him blankly, with an unprecedented shock in his eyes, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly...

"Didn't they say... that he was dead?" Guan asked hoarsely.

Zuo Qing didn't say anything.

Guan Zai came to his senses, quickly stepped onto the last step, and ran towards the figure in front of the Buddhist temple. This time, Zuo Qing did not stop him.

"Brother Zhou Ping!" he shouted at the figure.

Zhou Ping turned his head slightly, and in the sunlight, his tear-stained face was filled with guilt and sadness.

"Keeping me in..."

Guan Zai ran up to him with a sincere smile on his face, "Brother Zhou Ping, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a long time, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

He shook his head and said:

"Guarded in Brother... Now, I want to be alone."

Guan was stunned.

Zhou Ping raised his right foot and lightly stepped over the threshold of the Buddhist temple. An imperceptible sword light flashed, breaking through the space, and he disappeared on the spot.

Guan Zai stood there in a daze. After Zhou Ping left, he looked through the gate of the Buddhist temple and looked inside...

In the solemn and grand Buddhist temple, the figures of the six heroes have disappeared.

Only a golden Buddha figure with eyes closed and a smile remained, sitting quietly on the ground, completely devoid of any life.

The pupils of the eyes suddenly contracted!

…

Xijin City.

Third uncle's local food restaurant.

The figure in black stepped out of nothingness and stood at the door of this small and old local restaurant.

This local restaurant is located at the edge of the alley. The signboard has turned yellow due to wind and sun, and the menu posted on the door is also tattered. Fortunately, the reputation of this restaurant is still good in the eyes of old customers. Even though it is located in a remote area, there are still customers willing to come here to eat occasionally.

The store door was open. Standing at the steps in front of the store, Zhou Ping could clearly hear several customers chatting and laughing in the store. They talked about how their children won a certificate at school yesterday, how the bricks on the construction site were particularly hot today, and how they planned to take their wives and children to a restaurant in the city center in a few days. Unfortunately, they didn't have any money in their pockets yet...

The air was filled with the rich aroma of vegetables, the pungent aroma of stir-fried green peppers and minced garlic, the sweet aroma of rock sugar in oil, the delicious aroma of fried meat with onions... These aromas mixed with the gossip of the guests, exuding a unique and reassuring atmosphere.

This is the breath of the city, this is the breath of the world.

This is his home.

Zhou Ping stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at his third uncle who was busy cooking and serving dishes in the store, feeling complicated and heavy in his heart.

The third uncle had just served a plate of fried meat with onions to the guests. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Ping standing at the bottom of the stairs like a fool and raised his eyebrows.

"You kid, you still remember to come back?" Third uncle grinned.

Zhou Ping opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

When the third uncle saw Zhou Ping not moving, he let out a sigh.

"Why are you standing at the door like an idiot? Come in and help! There are a lot of customers today. I have been the boss, the cook, and the waiter all at the same time. I am so busy."

Third Uncle wiped his greasy hands on his apron, walked quickly down the stairs, grabbed Zhou Ping's wrist, and walked into the store.

As he walked, he kept complaining:

"You only asked me for a month's leave. How many months have passed? I thought you didn't plan to come back. Let me tell you, your salary for these few months... I'm going to deduct 200 yuan from you!"

"Also, that guy named Ye you found to replace you is not reliable! He helped here for less than a month, and he ran away secretly... He can't wash the dishes or sweep the floor, and I don't know what else he can do...

My eldest nephew is the best!"

Zhou Ping was pulled into the house by him, and then his third uncle let him go and quickly walked into the kitchen, leaving him standing there alone, feeling a little at a loss.

"Hey, Xiao Zhou is back?" An old customer who had just arrived saw Zhou Ping and smiled, "Please order some stir-fried vegetables and stir-fried rice stem with shredded pork for me... Tell your uncle to put more shredded pork in it!"

Zhou Ping subconsciously picked up the order book from the small table, wrote down two dishes with a ballpoint pen, and then walked quickly to the kitchen.

Amid the fragrant smell of cooking and the sounds of conversation and laughter, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

There are indeed quite a few guests today.

By the time Zhou Ping finished his work and sat down at the table, it was almost two o'clock.

He sat at the table near the door, with his sleeves rolled up yet, staring blankly at the alley outside the door and the sky at the end of the alley, wondering what he was thinking.

Third uncle walked out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Ping's dazed look. After a moment's silence, he walked back into the kitchen.

Just then, a figure appeared at the door of the local restaurant.

When Zhou Ping saw the man, he was suddenly stunned.

Zuo Qing was seen wearing casual clothes, walking up the steps of the local restaurant slowly, pushing open the door and walking in.

"Is it you?" Zhou Ping knew Zuo Qing.

Zuo Qing smiled slightly, turned his head and looked at the menu next to him, and said:

"Can you order me a plate of fried tomato and eggs? And a bowl of rice?"

Zhou Ping paused and said, "Okay."

He stood up and sent the written menu to the kitchen, while Zuo Qing sat alone in the empty shop, looking around with his back straight.

Not long after, Zhou Ping came out with a plate of food and a large bowl of white rice.

After placing the dishes in front of Zuo Qing, Zhou Ping sat quietly opposite him.

"How do you know I'm here?" Zhou Ping asked.

Zuo Qing pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the basket beside him, poured the tomato scrambled eggs over the rice, and said as he stirred, "This is the only place you can go."

"I know... I shouldn't leave at this time, but..." Zhou Ping paused, a look of depression appeared in his eyes, "I am very confused now."

"I understand." Zuo Qing nodded. "I came here just to give you a few words."

"With a message?"

"What Ye Fan wants to say to you."