The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 243

(after being reminded by readers, I found that I had written two thirty-nine chapters, so I had the Forty-two Chapters yesterday... It's a little embarrassing.)

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

The city is full of white pear flowers. Go back to the old temple after winter.

The beam like giant knife was still so silent, and the Golden Buddha was still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snow field further away.

She went to the Buddha, took a fruit and chewed it. She returned to the threshold and sat down. Looking at the snow field where the fog had dispersed, she asked a question.

"Don't you feel bored looking at the same scenery every day?"

"I'd like the world to be so boring. These days, the mainland has been busy, but it makes me a little uneasy."

The deep and distant voice sounded, and there was a faint broken sound inside. It was really like the famous broken bell in Guocheng temple.

"It has nothing to do with me. I don't even know where their list comes from," she said

The voice asked, "do you think you can catch all the old Lin this time?"

"Of course not," he said without thinking about winter

The voice continued, "where's the man?"

The winter was silent for a while and said, "it's difficult. Even if Jianxi was forced to come out at last, he won't leave any handle, and he's not easy to kill."

The voice said, "you want to kill him?"

Winter threw away the fruit in his hand, stood up and said, "even if I want to kill him, I don't want you to do it."

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Rain is common in deep spring.

The spring rain in Chaoge city has fallen all day and night. It seems that it will continue.

The rain is not heavy, but the patter is annoying, especially after the smooth bluestone road becomes wet, it is easy for people to slip.

The black eaves of Taichang temple are more and more like the horns of a green dragon in the rain. It seems that a pair of eyes are watching pedestrians and falling children in the street, as if they are watching whose jokes.

In the house not far from Taichang temple, the well family is eating.

Jingshang discussed with his father and wife about the children's study in the government, and then mentioned the child's marriage.

When the road was unstable, the child who wanted to be hugged by Jing Jiu is now 11 or 12 years old, eating with his head down. He is very clever.

In the government house not far from the well house, the rain tapped on the window, blurring the spring scenery in the yard.

The sky light becomes scattered, which makes the Ru kiln bottle on the shelf look better.

Duke Lu took his eyes back from the bottle, looked at his son and said, "there may be some things these days. Don't leave the house."

The eldest son Lu Ming asked curiously, "father, what's the matter?"

Duke Lu was silent for a moment and said, "a very interesting thing... No, Lao Lin is going to kill me."

Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised. He thought that his father had won the trust of his Majesty the emperor and could go in and out of the palace at will, but he always kept a low profile and rarely offended people. Why did he become the target of Bu Laolin?

Before the shock subsided, he became worried. He didn't know what a terrible place Lao Lin was. Even if his father was in a high position and had strong protection in and out, how could he be protected for the rest of his life?

"No, Lao Lin really seldom misses, but now that he knows in advance, naturally he doesn't have to worry."

Duke Lu looked at his son and knew what he was thinking. He said, "this thing should end soon and will not last too long."

Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was a little relieved and asked, "why didn't Lao Lin kill you?"

Duke Lu said, "I don't think anyone wants to buy my life, so it's naturally related to the position of being a father."

Lu Ming was even more puzzled. He thought that his father was Taichang Siqing. What does this position have to do with the assassin organization of Bu Laolin?

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Before dawn, Duke Lu got up. He used to ask for leave. These days, he suddenly became diligent and went to court every day.

Standing in the city gate cave, he made a lot of noise and jokes with the princes, which seemed very normal. He couldn't see what he was thinking or waiting for.

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

Duke Lu looked at the scenery outside the window, but frowned, thinking why the other party hadn't done it yet?

In front of Taichang temple, Duke Lu stepped down from the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. He didn't know what to think of. He smiled and shook his head.

Officials greeted him with a gentle look. Surrounded by his subordinates, he walked into Taichang temple and came to the innermost part.

The room was warm and dry. The water droplets on his official clothes and temples soon disappeared. He sighed comfortably and took up the tea bowl at hand.

Every morning when he comes to the yamen, he will have a bowl of hot tea ready, which is the most convenient place to pick up at his hand.