The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 44: The oblique wind and drizzle of Taichang Temple

(After being reminded by readers and friends, I found out that I wrote two thirty-nine chapters earlier, so the forty-two chapters of yesterday’s chapter...it’s a bit embarrassing.)

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Most parts of Chaotian Continent are already full of spring, and Baicheng has finally passed its winter.

The city is full of pear blossoms and white, returning to the old temple for the winter.

The giant sword like a beam is still so silent, the golden Buddha still smiles, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowy field farther away.

She walked to the Buddha and took a piece of fruit and gnawed her mouth. She returned to the threshold and sat there, looking at the snowy field where the mist had disappeared, and asked a question.

"Isn’t it boring to look at the same scenery every day?"

"I would like this world to remain boring like this. These days, there have been constant movements in various parts of the continent, but it is lively, but it makes me a little uneasy."

The deep and distant sound rang, and there was a faint broken sound inside, really like the famous broken bell in Guocheng Temple.

For the winter, he raised his eyebrows and said: "This matter has nothing to do with me. I don't even know where their list comes from."

The voice asked: "Do you think you can kill Bu Lao Lin this time?"

Without thinking about the winter, he said: "Of course it's impossible."

The voice continued to ask: "Where is that person?"

After the winter, he was silent for a while and said: "It's difficult. Even if Jian Xilai is forced to show up at the end, he will not leave any handle, and he is not easy to kill."

The voice said: "Do you want to kill him?"

Throwing away the fruit in your hand for the winter, stood up and said: "Even if I want to kill him, I don't want you to act."

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In the deep spring, rain is common.

This spring rain in Chaoge City has fallen for a day and a night, and it seems that it will continue.

The rain is not heavy, but the patters are a bit annoying, especially after the smooth bluestone road becomes wet, it is easy to slip and fall.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple became more and more like the horns of a blue dragon in the rain, as if there were eyes looking at the pedestrians and the fallen children in the street who were sheltering from the rain, as if they were looking at someone's joke.

In the house not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family is eating.

Jingshang discussed with his father and wife about the child's admission to the mansion, and then he mentioned the child's marriage.

The child who had to be held by Jing Jiu because he couldn't walk on the road that year was eleven or twelve years old, and he was eating with his head down, very cute.

In the Guogong's mansion not far from the well house, the rain tapped on the window, blurring the spring scenery in the courtyard.

The sky faded, reflecting the Ru Kiln bottle on the shelf more beautifully.

Gong Lu retracted his gaze from the bottle, looked at his son, and said: "There may be things these days, you don't leave the house."

The elder son Luming asked curiously: "Father, what's the matter?"

Guogong Lu was silent for a while, and said: "A very interesting thing... Bu Lao Lin wants to kill me."

Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised. He thought that his father was trusted by His Majesty, he could enter and leave the palace at will, but he always acted low-key and rarely offended people. Why did he become the target of Bu Lao Lin?

The shocked emotion has not subsided, but it has become worried. He knows exactly how terrible Bu Lao Lin is. Even if his father is of high authority and he is protected by the strong in and out, how can he be prevented?

"It is true that Bu Lao Lin rarely misses, but since I know it in advance, I don't have to worry about it."

Looking at his son's expression, Lu Guogong knew what he was thinking, and said: "This matter should end soon, and it won't last too long."

Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why didn't Lao Lin want to kill you?"

Deer’s fairness: "I think it’s not that someone wants to buy my life, so naturally it has to do with the position of being a father."

Lu Ming is even more puzzled, thinking that his father is Taichang Temple Qing, what does this position have to do with an organization of assassins like Bulaolin?

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Duke Lu got up before dawn. He who used to take leave of absence suddenly became diligent in the past few days, and he would go up to court every day.

Standing in the city gate, he chatted and joked with the princes, and looked very normal. He couldn't tell what he was thinking or what he was waiting for.

When I left the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the rain falling on the long street was shining brilliantly, very beautiful.

Gong Lu looked at the scenery outside the window, but frowned, wondering why the other party hadn't taken any action yet?

When he came to Taichang Temple, Lu Guogong walked off the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. He didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head with a smile.

The officials greeted him, and he responded with a gentle expression, walked into Taichang Temple surrounded by his subordinates, and came to the innermost room.

The room was warm and dry. The water droplets on both the official clothes and the temples quickly disappeared. He sighed comfortably and picked up the tea bowl beside him.

Every morning when he comes to the Yamen, he will have a bowl of hot tea ready, which is the most convenient place for him to pick up.

It has been many years, and the deacons in the tea room have done these things very well.

For example, the pale red Shanmei in the bowl today is his favorite tea in spring. As for other seasons, of course there will be different likes.

The temperature of the tea in the bowl is also very particular. It is neither hot nor cold. It is his favorite temperature.

On weekdays, he should have taken a sip of tea at this time, but he did not drink it today while holding the tea bowl. It seems a little lost and I don't know what he is thinking.

Suddenly there was a noise in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.

Lu Guogong still looked at the Shanmei tea in the bowl, his expression unchanged.

Dense footsteps sounded, many people came to his house, and a man dressed as a servant was pushed to the ground.

Someone reported: "Guogong, this man is the deacon of the tea house, his surname is Zhou, and he poisoned the tea."

Duke Lu didn't raise his eyes, and asked, "Is there any residual poison found? What kind of poison is it?"

"This person was extremely cautious. After poisoning, he threw the poison bag into the stove, but he couldn't stop him for a while. Later, he could only test the poison from the tea."

From the point of view of the official uniform, the official who replied was not a subject of Taichang Temple but an official of the Qingtian Division.

Gong Lu raised his head, put the tea bowl gently back on the table, and looked at the tea house handyman on the ground, his eyes squinted.

Bulao Lin’s assassin is not a strong practitioner who is good at assassination, but a handyman who has worked in Taichang Temple for many years.

If it hadn't been known in advance, he might have actually drank the tea in the bowl today.

Ordinary poisons don't make much sense to people like him, but since the young Lin dares to design this way, the poison in tea must be unusual.

Since the tea house handyman was not a practitioner, Qing Tianji was not afraid that he would commit suicide. He did not use the vitality lock, but only tied his hands with a rope.

He felt the country's gaze, his face was pale and terrified, he couldn't kneel at all, he was limp on the ground, his body trembling constantly.

Looking at his appearance~IndoMTL.com~, Mr. Lu knew that this handyman should have been instigated or threatened. He didn't even know the inside story of this matter, and he didn't even know that the envoy behind the scenes was Bu Lao Lin. Waved to drag it down.

There was a little chaos in the field. People were everywhere under the corridor, and the clothes plackets wet by rain rubbed against each other.

An official shouted that there was something important to report, and squeezed the crowd anxiously to the front of the house.

Just as he was about to step over the threshold, the thin rain under the porch suddenly became messy.

I don't know where the evil wind is blowing.

Guo Lu raised his head.

　　

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