Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1259 Comfort

"Master?" The monk looked at Master Ran Deng in front of A Wan in disbelief, and suddenly stopped his hand, "Why are you..."

"Amitabha." Master Ran Deng remained motionless, while A Wan stood behind him and chuckled, "Master, back then you saved the Yue family, Bai Mo Ci, and smashed Zi Xiu's sign. Why? Now that things have happened, you want to help Zixiu and guard her sign again?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The monk said angrily: "How could Master help Zixiu..."

However, midway through his words, he stopped as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and said in surprise: "Master, you don't really want to help Zixiu, do you?"

"Amitabha." Master Randeng clasped his hands together. Awan had some concerns in his mind and said bluntly: "Master, you can't avoid what is coming. Even if you recite Amitabha 10,000 times, it won't help."

"I know." Master Ran Deng sighed, "I also know why Mrs. Shizi came here. If Zhongling Temple can survive this disaster, those things will be taken away by Mrs. Shizi..."

"Master, you must not!" The monk interrupted Master Ran Deng. Master Ran Deng was not annoyed and just raised his hand to cover his shoulders, "Silly boy, you can't hide."

The monk seemed to be frozen in place, stunned in place. Awan followed his gaze and saw three large boxes placed in the only open space outside the hall.

"That's..." Awan had a vague guess in her mind. She walked over and opened one of the boxes, which contained land deed documents.

The candlelight was dim and unclear. Although Awan couldn't see clearly, she knew clearly in her heart that her guess was correct. These were Fang Zilan's real reasons for going up the mountain.

"Master, do you think that by handing over these, everyone in Zhongling Temple can survive this disaster?" Awan put the documents back, turned to look at Master Ran Deng and said, "Who is the initiator?"

Hearing this, Master Ran Deng said quietly: "People's hearts are full of desires. How can we explain it more clearly than the one who created the figurines?"

Awan pursed her lips and said with a sudden thought: "There is no wind without waves. Even if people's hearts are full of desires, they will not make waves for no reason."

"That's enough!" The monk's eyes turned red and he glared at Awan and said, "Now that the matter has come to this, why is Madam Shizi still so aggressive?"

"Why?" Awan's expression turned cold and he said word by word: "For the sake of this moment, for those who are still fighting for your chance of survival outside the door, even if they die, they can die in a worthy manner, not in an unknown way."

After she said that, she looked around——

The temple is full of people who don't know the truth and only seek protection. The monks who talk about Amitabha without asking the truth are inexplicably matched to the wood carvings and clay sculptures that don't know the truth all over the wall. They even match each other in a creepy way.

Tonight's Zhongling Temple seems to have echoed Fang Zilan's words, "It's hard to live up to its great reputation."

Thinking of this, Awan couldn't help laughing. The monk didn't know why and asked, "Why are you laughing, Mrs. Shizi?"

"What I Xiao Zixiu said is indeed true." Awan gritted his teeth and said: "What a Zhongling Temple, what a cycle of cause and effect, and now my life is about to die, and I can't even tell half of the truth." The monk was killed. Intrigued by Awan's words, he was about to speak, but was held down by Master Ran Deng. He still only said "Amitabha", but he had mixed feelings.

What is the truth? Occasionally, Master Ran Deng would ask himself this question, but found that the long years had not given anyone the answer.

As Wang Shen trembled, the sword in Fang Zilan's hand also trembled a little. She slightly raised her lips and smiled teasingly, "Master Shen, why are you shaking? My hands were shaking because of fear."

Wang Shen pursed his thin lips tightly and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He pretended to be calm and said, "Why don't you stop immediately before a big mistake is made? I promise that I will never pursue your crime."

"What crime have I committed?" Fang Zilan looked at him quite amusedly and said sarcastically: "You think you can escape the plague by driving Uncle Wang out of the house? I see you look like this now, and you are probably infected with it too. Bar?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Shen yelled loudly, his movements were too big and he hit the sword on the side of his neck. Fang Zilan deliberately frightened him, so she failed to sheath her sword in time, leaving a shallow scratch on his neck.

Blood beads flowed out from the wound. Wang Shen was in pain and couldn't help but shout softly, "You... put your sword down quickly!"

"I can't bear this little pain. Before Uncle Wang died, it was much more painful than yours." Fang Zilan's expression became colder. "He, an old man, not only had to endure the pain and torture, but also had to be betrayed by his family. During the time he was away from home, you had a moment. Have you ever thought about how much it hurts?"

She paused as she spoke, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, and said word by word: "But even so, when he was unconscious, he still called your name. What were you doing at that time? Is it better to eat and drink, or to stay in bed?"

"I didn't..." Wang Shen denied it in a panic, "If it weren't for the old man, how could I have contracted the plague? You only know that the old man has been tortured these days, how do you know that I am not living like a year?"

"What does it have to do with me whether you live a life of suffering or ease?" Fang Zilan's face was as cold as ice, "Qinghan has already made it very clear about the purpose of our trip. Uncle Wang must enter the temple and return to his clan."

Wang Shen was very angry and laughed when he heard this, "This is a family matter of my Wang family. I have the final say on whether the old man can enter the temple and return to the clan. Who do you think you are, and you dare to come to my Wang family and point fingers?"

"You can give it a try. Whether it's interrogation in court or private mediation, you can see if I have the ability to make the final decision." Fang Zilan put away her sword and took Awan, stood in front of Wang Shen, and looked at him intently. , "Uncle Wang, you are a member of the Wang family when you are born, and you are a ghost of the Wang family when you die."

Her calm and confident look made Wang Shen freeze on the spot, and her last chilling words sent shivers down his spine. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "How much benefit did you receive from the old man? He is already dead, why are you working so hard?"

"What are you trying to do?" Awan glared at Wang Shen fiercely, "Those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue will deserve their death, and those who are ungrateful will be reviled forever. So that the world will know that there is fairness and justice in this world."

"What a fair and just person." Wang Shen seemed to have heard something funny, and suddenly laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward. He was already standing unsteadily while holding on to the desk, and he fell back to his seat when he was so excited.

"You all know that the old man is a kind man." Wang Shen's eyes turned red and his voice was trembling. "I admit that he was really kind to the refugees. Not only the refugees, but also the beggars, no matter who they were, As long as he is an outsider, he has a lot of heart. But what about me? Since I was a child, when did he take care of me? "

He raised his eyes and looked directly at everyone in the hall, with a bit more resentment in his tone, "He has never taken care of me. Why does he want me to take care of him now that he is sick? I want to drive him out of the house and let him also take care of him." Taste the taste of being ignored!"