Chapter 139 Where's Senior Brother's Skirt Knife?
Ouyang Rong didn't know how he got out of the main hall, crossed the square in front of the hall, and ran all the way out.
He walked very fast.
It's getting faster and faster.
I don't know why, it just happened so fast for no reason.
Ouyang Rong didn't notice this at all.
My mind seemed to be occupied by other things, so I just kept walking quickly, passing through groups of pilgrims and ancient temples with incense burners.
Only then could he slightly alleviate the indescribable emotion in his chest.
As he walked, he came into view a familiar sight: the rooftops of the Beitian Aid Home, hidden among the bamboo groves, peeked out from behind the white walls.
Ouyang Rong gradually stopped.
The Beitian Salon is not actually far from the main hall.
He did not immediately go to the hospital for an inspection.
Although this was the wording used when he hastily bid farewell to his junior sister and ran away not long ago.
Ouyang Rong stood under an inconspicuous tree shady spot.
He placed his right palm on his forehead and wiped his face vigorously from top to bottom.
He let out a long breath.
Turn around and look in the direction you came from.
The act of wiping your face is like turning on a switch.
One second her eyes were calm, the next they were filled with anxiety and uncertainty.
This is the face that used to be so resolute, decisive, and emotionally stable in front of others.
At this moment, a series of expressions flashed through my mind, mixed together, creating a complex look:
Shock, doubt, hesitation, confusion... and a hint of attraction.
Finally, all of these feelings coalesced into a look of bewilderment and melancholy.
Ouyang Rong stood still, gazing silently at the main hall in the distance behind him for a while.
There was silence for a long time.
He slowly raised his hand and rubbed his stiff face, smoothing away all the complex emotions in his expression.
Ouyang Rong was not a saint; occasionally he would pause, hesitate, and feel lost and melancholy.
But all of these are temporary.
Having set his initial goal, he was determined to see it through to the end, never turning back until he hit a wall.
Under the shade of trees near noon, Ouyang Rong turned his head.
He glanced at the Beitian Rehabilitation Center nestled among the bamboo groves ahead.
For some reason, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a strong urge to return to the dry well and the Pure Land Palace.
Suddenly I really, really want to.
Ouyang Rong stepped into the sunlit bluestone pavement outside the shade of the trees.
"forward."
He muttered to himself.
With his back to the main hall, he strode towards the Beitian Relief Home.
First, go in to inspect the patients, and while you're at it, take a look at the dry well underground palace behind the nursing home.
Finally, wait until the junior sister has calmed down and changed her clothes before coming to find him.
"Magistrate, you've arrived. Oh, why are you alone? Where's Miss Xie?"
At the entrance of the Beitian Nursing Home, a "little bald head" lingered, waiting under the nearly midday sun.
He glanced twice at the empty corridor behind Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the curious-looking hair.
After a moment of silence, she calmly stated, "She will be here soon."
"good."
Xiufa nodded, seemingly unconcerned, then asked with a hint of worry:
"But does Miss Xie know the way? This place is a bit out of the way, with many corridors and bamboo groves. It's easy to get lost if it's your first time here."
"You should know, you can always ask for directions..."
At this point, Ouyang Rong paused for a moment.
"Magistrate, what's wrong?"
"fine."
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, then turned and gave instructions:
"How about this, you wait outside for your junior sister, she might be a little lost... wait for her, then bring her in to find me."
He recalled the first time he met his junior sister, who mistook him for a thief who broke into his senior brother's room to steal his precious pearl... It can only be said that the woman who will have children in the cafeteria in the future is indeed a bit confused and reckless at times.
But when she's brave, she's truly brave.
As if recalling what had happened not long ago, Ouyang Rong sighed silently in his heart.
"Okay."
Xiufa had no idea what Ouyang Rong was thinking, and without asking any further questions, she turned around, opened the gate of the orphanage, and welcomed Ouyang Rong inside.
"Then please come in, Your Honor. The one who manages the Beitian Almshouse is my senior brother Xiudu. He is always conscientious, diligent, and devoted to his work. He has arranged everything inside. Please come in, Your Honor..."
"good."
Ouyang Rong nodded, and subconsciously stepped into the courtyard with his hand on the hilt of his knife.
Suddenly, Xiufa reminded him, "Magistrate, it's not appropriate to bring weapons and fighting into this place..."
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, then carefully unfastened the jade-handled white sandalwood skirt knife from his waist and silently handed it over. Xiu Fa did not reach out to take the knife, but called out "Wait a moment" and turned to find a storage tray.
Amitabha Buddha, monks should not easily engage in warfare.
With her beautiful hair, she caught the jade-handled white sandalwood skirt knife with a tray in her hands.
Ouyang Rong let out a sigh of relief.
Just now in the main hall, he ran too fast. Although Hong Sheng pretended not to catch it, the skirt knife was unconsciously pulled out by his hip.
Ouyang Rong only learned about the jade-handled sandalwood knife he carried at his waist when his junior sister hinted at it; it was more than just expensive.
It has a very strong symbolic meaning.
Ouyang Rong actually dared not carry this sword.
They are not qualified to carry this sword.
He is not a good man, but a passerby.
I should have called her "Junior Sister" back in the main hall, but I forgot...
Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment.
When his junior sister arrives later, he needs to have a good talk with her, tell her his unspeakable troubles, and then solemnly return the skirt knife to her.
She had to be honest and straightforward; she couldn't let her junior sister feel that her feelings weren't appreciated...
Ouyang Rong's expression turned serious as he reflected on his escape.
Seeing that Xiufa and her small face were carefully keeping the tray and skirt knife safe, she then turned and walked to a waiting pavilion not far away.
Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze.
I glanced at the sky and the time.
He patted his sleeves, feeling both empty and relaxed, and walked into the Beitian Nursing Home.
Unbeknownst to Ouyang Rong and Xiu Fa, who were waiting in the empty pavilion, two furtive figures were whispering amongst themselves under a dense, lush tree in the distance.
"Liu Qi, did you see that clearly?"
"Look closely, where's Sixth Brother?"
"Of course I saw it clearly too."
The skinny servant of the Liu family, known as "Liu Liu" by those who knew him, nodded solemnly.
Although they witnessed their prey walk right into the trap, the mission was accomplished.
But his expression showed little joy; instead, he grew even calmer and said:
"If you see clearly, then you stay here and keep an eye on things. Go in and collect the body in half an hour. If I don't come back, you go in first and deal with the scene."
The burly servant of the Liu family, called "Liu Qi," nodded rather憨憨地, but then paused for a moment before realizing what he meant:
"Where is Sixth Brother going?"
"I'll go check on the female immortal and give her a report on the situation."
"The female immortal finally found a chance to get rid of that female advisor, so we can't let Ouyang Lianghan come back and ruin the plan. So you stay here and keep a close watch on things, don't let a single fly out, understand? Better safe than sorry,"
"I understand, brother. But Ouyang Lianghan will definitely not come out once he goes in. That swordsman is sitting inside; he could chop an earthworm in half..."
At this point, Liu Qi shook his head indifferently. He glanced at the empty pavilion again, then hesitated before asking:
"What about that little bald monk over there?"
"If they're in the way, just get rid of them. The master said that today is an auspicious day, so killing people is no big deal! But no matter how many people die, the most important thing is that those who deserve to die must die."
Liu Liu turned and left, leaving behind a cold remark.
Liu Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
...
Inside the main hall of Donglin Temple.
"Ouyang Rong", Xie Lingjiang, and Master Shandao were the three of them.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
Xie Lingjiang stared blankly at the red rope tied on her hand and the right hand of her senior brother who was calmly extending in front of her.
He stood frozen in place for a moment.
It seems that happiness came too suddenly.
One moment it was "the greatest sorrow is a broken heart," the next it's "happiness knocking on the door."
The transition between hell and heaven can happen in an instant.
This left Xie Lingjiang momentarily speechless, unable to adjust the emotions in her eyes.
Even any woman would feel a little dizzy if she encountered such a situation.
The reason why someone is someone you love is because they are someone you love.
Because he is the one above your heart, he treads on your heart, causing your mind to sway at will.
Master Shandao seemed to notice the awkwardness in the room. He coughed, and the Buddha chanted:
"Amitabha, I told you that this fortune slip for the female bodhisattva was excellent. Look, it is indeed just as the fortune slip says. As long as you boldly pursue her... cough cough."
He paused, his expression not showing excessive pride, but rather a calm, serene smile as he stroked his beard and murmured a profound statement:
"If you climb over the east neighbor's wall and embrace his virgin, you will get a wife. If you don't embrace her, you won't get a wife... What a good fortune, what a good fortune!"
Feeling satisfied that he had once again met his daily KPI of playing matchmaker, Master Shandao looked at the handsome couple before him with a satisfied expression.
"Hmm, there seems to be a female benefactor lingering over there with a sense of melancholy. It looks like she needs guidance and answers..."
"Magistrate, Lady Bodhisattva, you two can continue your conversation. Old Ne is off!"
Master Shandao did not continue with his ramblings, nor did he hesitate in front of the two fellow disciples who had narrowly escaped danger and were now reunited.
He quickly left, as if the floor was too hot to walk on.
Only "Ouyang Rong" and Xie Lingjiang remained silent.
Why are you so slow? Women caught in the quagmire of worldly love are such a hassle.
The Jade Cup Fairy noticed that Xie Lingjiang seemed frozen in place, and for a long time she did not come to tie the red string on the right wrist of the disguised Ouyang Rong.
She couldn't help but curse silently in her heart.
But in the end, it all turned into a sigh.
The Jade Cup Fairy lowered her right hand and took another red rope from Xie Lingjiang, who was standing there dumbfounded.
Disguised as Ouyang Rong, she began to tie the knot herself.
At the same time, although the Jade Cup Fairy maintained a calm expression, she was inwardly laughing with anger.
If one didn't know, Ouyang Lianghan would already be dead if he had entered the Beitian Nursing Home as scheduled. Otherwise, what kind of thing is she doing now?
To woo women and pick up girls for the enemy?
As the Jade Cup Fairy was tying the red string around herself like a pathetic lapdog, Xie Lingjiang suddenly moved.
As if she had just snapped out of her daze and come to her senses, she immediately grabbed "Ouyang Rong's" right wrist, took the red rope, and carefully tied it for him.
The resolute and swift movement, the focused profile with a bitten lip.
It seemed that no one could take him away from her.
The Jade Cup Fairy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
While she was venting her anger, she had been keeping a close eye on Xie Lingjiang's expression, fearing that the woman would see through the disguise of the Mirage Beast Mask, and she was ready to run away at any moment.
After all, Xie Lingjiang is a Confucian Qi cultivator with a profound background. Who knows if she has learned any special Qi observation techniques that would allow her to see through illusions at a glance?
Although the Jade Cup Fairy was quite confident in the effects of the Mirage Beast Mask, since it was made by collecting some residual spiritual energy from the original body, the outward aura was almost identical.
However, small details such as language habits and behavior can still give away the truth, especially in front of familiar people.
The Jade Cup Fairy remained vigilant in the slightest.
In a secluded corner of the main hall, the handsome man and beautiful woman tied their red ribbons together and then let go of each other's hands.
A silence fell over the room again.
Xie Lingjiang lowered her head and looked away from him. She raised her hand and wiped the area under her eyes with the back of her hand, although she actually wanted to rub her eyes more.
"So you finally decided to come back..."
The woman's husky voice was almost overflowing with sorrow.
The Jade Cup Fairy silently observed Xie Lingjiang, who was somewhat agitated. Adhering to the principle of saying as little as possible and keeping things concise, she tried to speak:
"I...I still can't let go of...you."
"real?"
"real!"
Xie Lingjiang bit her lower lip hard, quickly looked up at the familiar face of the man in front of her, and didn't say anything for a moment, just lowered her head even further.
Hmm... Jade Cup Fairy found that coaxing was quite effective; this Xie woman was easy to coax. She opened her mouth as if to speak, preparing to press her advantage.
But at that moment, Xie Lingjiang suddenly changed her expression and asked:
"Where's my skirt sword? And why did you change into... this official robe?"
The air in the stadium suddenly went still.
The fairy in the jade cup suddenly stopped breathing.
Seeing Xie Lingjiang's slightly furrowed brows, she immediately panicked and thought to herself, "This is bad."
The Jade Cup Fairy's decision was merely a momentary inspiration; she decided to disguise herself as Ouyang Lianghan and lure Xie Lingjiang away.
When the idea first came to her, she thought it was feasible more and more. However, in her haste, the Jade Cup Fairy forgot that a mirage mask could only transform into one fixed form.
Therefore, the clothes could only be a fixed set, namely the official robes that Ouyang Lianghan wore when he fell into the water on the day he took office.
Isn't it said that women become foolish when they fall in love? How come this Xie woman is so meticulous?
Seeing Xie Lingjiang's beautiful, slightly flushed eyes becoming increasingly furrowed.
There was no turning back once the arrow was released, so the Jade Cup Fairy had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up an explanation:
"Just now... I just went to the Beitian Aid Home, so I changed into my official robes... I'm going down the mountain to pick up Lord Shen and the others now."
"As for the skirt knife... I left it there when I was changing clothes and forgot to take it."
Xie Lingjiang looked at him and asked, "Is the Beitian Nursing Home so close...? You've only been there a short while and you're already back?"
The Jade Cup Fairy tried her best to maintain a smile, while her eyes carefully observed the subtle expressions on Xie Lingjiang's face. She tried to ask in return:
"It's quite close, not far away. Junior sister, haven't you been there before...?"
Xie Lingjiang raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and stared at her senior brother without speaking immediately.
The Jade Cup Fairy immediately tensed up.
I've run into some real-life issues and feel a bit down. Then, some of you guys mentioned in your book reviews that my occasional aggression resonated with me… I'm cooped up in my room all day, and my sleep schedule is completely reversed, so I'm feeling a little down. Of course, I'm not saying this to ask for your sympathy. We're all adults, and everyone has their struggles. There's no need to be accommodating or understanding of others. I'm just saying this to show that I haven't been perfunctory or uncaring towards my readers… but I do acknowledge that the content is short and slow! I'm trying to improve, but it's still not fast enough. So, feel free to criticize me, my good brothers; I deserve it.
(End of this chapter)
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