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Chapter 68 Old Qi, you get on the boat too!

Old Qi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew the young master was right.

Although the foundations of the He and Li families have been destroyed and there are few people left, they still control 80% of the shops in the city. These 80% of shops are the economic lifeline of the He and Li families.

These days, money buys you connections.

Driven by money, they never worry about not having anyone to do their bidding.

If this is not eliminated, the magistrate of Qishan County will find it impossible to move an inch.

His gaze slowly shifted to them: "Young master, now you don't deny that this was your arrangement?"

"Haha—" Zhou Wenju laughed, "Old Qi, I see a little flame in your eyes, and that's exactly what I want to see!"

"Young master, I really don't know whether meeting you is my greatest fortune or my greatest misfortune—" Old Qi sighed deeply.

"You can discuss this with my father later. I believe that right now, he is deeply doubting whether I am his biological son or not, hahaha—" Zhou Wenju smiled and turned around: "You'll be a bit busy next, so I won't cause you any trouble. I'm going to Jingtian Nunnery."

"Young master, are you going to Jingtian Nunnery?" Old Qi was a little surprised.

"Yeah! There's been so much turmoil lately, and it seems like I always get dragged into it! I'm such an unlucky guy—so I've learned my lesson and stay away from trouble—" Zhou Wenju said, "If anyone tries to pin this nonsense about what happened in the city on me tomorrow, I'll smash their head in!"

With a single step, he traversed streets and alleys, dressed in white, and left the city overnight.

Heading towards Lingnan —

Old Qi was left behind, bewildered in the night wind.

That kid got away!

There are indications that he was not present when the chaos broke out in the city!

You bastard—

You've arranged a bunch of messy things, putting me, Lao Qi, on the hot seat.

What should I do?

If we really cooperated with you, you bastard, we would have isolated the master with soundproofing rings, kept the constables under control, and let those lawless merchants from Hexi Valley sweep through all the shops in the city.

This crosses the line for all public security officers.

But what can be done now?

Tap tap tap tap —

Old Qi walked back to the county government office step by step. With his footsteps, a wisp of smoke quietly drifted into the night, forming an impenetrable barrier above the county government office.

Zhou Wenju, who had reached the foot of the mountain outside the city, glanced back and a smile appeared in his eyes.

It's sealed off!

Old Qi is on board!

Alright!

Go up the mountain!

Jingtian Temple, the sound of wooden fish echoes.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of the wooden fish seemed especially distant.

The moment Zhou Wenju stepped into the ancient temple.

Sitting next to Miao Ni, Zhou Shuang, who was dozing off from Miao Ni's constant tapping of the wooden fish, suddenly stood up.

"Shuang'er, the cultivation of the mind lies in seeing external disturbances as nothing. The method I am passing on to you is based on calming the mind!" Su Xin said.

"Yes!" Zhou's eyes darted around slightly. "But this cultivation method can't cure my hunger. I'm a little hungry—Master must be hungry too. I'll go get you something to eat—"

He went straight out the door.

As soon as he stepped outside, he bumped into Zhou Wenju, who was dressed in a snow-white outfit.

Zhou Shuang's eyes widened suddenly: "Second Brother! You—you can still run around everywhere—"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Wenju asked. "I have legs, can't I walk around?"

"No—you—you escaped Father's confinement and were caught red-handed. Shouldn't Old Qi be binding you tightly now?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhou Wenju said, "The saying goes, to catch a thief, you have to catch the real thief! This morning, I wasn't the one who carried out the prison break; you knocked me unconscious and brought me out! What crime have I, the victim, committed? Isn't the crime entirely yours? My father is a seasoned official, skilled in trials, and he saw the crux of the problem at a glance, so he had me personally tie you up and take you back, locking you up for ten days to half a month—"

Zhou Shuang was stunned: "This—is there any justice in this world?"

"If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility. This is the way of heaven!" Zhou Wenju said, "Sister, let's go. Ten days or half a month isn't a long time. It will pass quickly."

"I—I—I'm hungry! I'll go get something to eat first—" Zhou Shuang took a step back to the courtyard wall, leaped up, and the forest behind her trembled. Her voice came from afar: "Second brother, I'm not disobeying Father's orders, I'm just hungry. Even the emperor doesn't starve his soldiers—"

Zhou Wenju stared blankly at the mountains and forests behind him.

A voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Did she—did she run away in fright?"

Her voice was clear and elegant, yet it carried a hint of amusement.

Zhou Wenju slowly turned to the side and saw Su Xin.

Although his head was bald and covered in the dust of the world, in this quiet night, he clearly possessed the boundless charm of a peony blooming at night.

"Don't worry, even if she does run away, she'll be back soon."

"Oh? Why are you sure you'll reply?"

"Because she only has the three hundred taels of silver she extorted from me. She spends it listening to music in the Drunken Pavilion, and it will run out of money after a few songs. When she runs out of money, she will naturally come back to me to extort more."

"Listening to music in brothels, spending money like water!" Su Xin blinked her beautiful eyes gently: "Is the young master reminding this humble nun that your younger sister is actually not suitable for Buddhism?"

"It's not just my younger sister who's unsuitable for Buddhism; I think the young lady is also unsuitable," Zhou Wenju said.

"Oh?" Su Xin said, "Young Master, can you determine a person's Buddha-nature with just a few words?"

"How dare I! I merely feel that this secluded monastery is too deep and confining to the young lady's unparalleled beauty; it is truly a bit of a burden for it."

"Young master—you've finally started referring to yourself as 'this humble scholar'!" Su Xin said, "Now, you're no longer pretending to be a boorish, uncultured man?"

"Why would I need to pretend?" Zhou Wenju said. "You saw everything that happened at Xiema Slope today. How could you not ask my sister about me? With your intelligence and wisdom, how could you not expose my background in just a few words when faced with my sister's—naivety and innocence?"

A short paragraph.

He then revealed a fact.

That is: today, when he faced the prefect blocking his way at Xiemapo, he knew she was watching.

He also analyzed everything that followed.

She will definitely ask Zhou Shuang to learn more about Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Shuang is the type who has no guile whatsoever. Even if she tried to hide Zhou Wenju's affair, she couldn't hide it from him at all, because he had made a judgment that the nun in front of him was pure-hearted and intelligent.

A woman with a kind and intelligent mind can utter any words and decipher any information from innocent maids.

Su Xin did not deny it, and her beautiful eyes turned slightly: "There is a meditation hall over there, with tea and fire. Would you like to move over there, young master?"

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"Please, young lady!"

The two strolled into the meditation hall.

Behind the meditation hall, there is a quiet room.

The room was quiet, without lights, but with fire.

A purple stove sits on the fire, a purple pot sits on the stove, and a purple bamboo tube sits beside the pot.

There are no curtains in the window.

Outside, a few plum trees stood scattered about, and the starlight gently shone through. Zhou Wenju and Su Xin sat by the window, and outside the window were the myriad lights of Qishan County.