The Path Toward Heaven

(After being reminded by a reader friend, I found out that I wrote two thirty-nine chapters earlier, so there was yesterday’s chapter forty-two chapters... a bit embarrassing.)

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

The pear blossoms all over the city are white, and I will return to the old temple for the winter.

The giant sword like a beam was still so silent, and the golden Buddha was still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowfield further away.

She went to the Buddha, took a fruit and gnawed it, returned to sit on the threshold, looked at the snowy field where the mist had cleared, and asked a question.

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

I would like this world to remain as boring as this. Recently, there has been a lot of movement in various parts of the mainland, which is lively, but it makes me a little uneasy.

That deep and distant voice sounded, and there was a faint sound of dilapidation in it, really like the famous broken bell in Guocheng Temple.

Guo Dong raised his eyebrows and said: This matter has nothing to do with me, I don't even know where their list came from.

The voice asked: Do you think you can catch Bulao Lin in one go this time?

Without even thinking about it, Guo Dong said, Of course it's impossible.

The voice continued to ask, Where is that person?

Guo Dong was silent for a while, then said: It's very difficult, even if Jian Xilai is forced to come forward in the end, he won't leave any excuses, and he is not easy to kill.

The voice said, You want to kill him?

Guo Dong 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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In late spring, rain is common.

The spring rain in Chaoge City has been falling for a day and a night, and it looks like it will continue.

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

The black eaves of Taichang Temple look more and more like the horns of a black dragon in the rain, as if there are eyes watching the pedestrians sheltering from the rain on the street, the children who fell down, and seem to be watching someone's joke.

In the courtyard not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family was eating.

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

The child Jing Jiu hugged when he couldn't walk steadily back then is now eleven or twelve years old, eating with his head down, very well-behaved.

In the Duke's Mansion not far from Jing's house, the rain tapped on the windows, blurring the spring scene in the yard.

The light of the sky faded, making the Ru kiln bottle on the shelf more beautiful.

Duke Lu looked away from the bottle, looked at his son, and said, There may be some things these days, so don't leave the house.

The eldest son Lu Ming asked curiously, Father, what is the matter?

Duke Lu was silent for a while, and said, A very interesting thing... Bulao Lin is going to kill me.

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

The shock has not subsided, but it has turned into worry. He is very clear about how terrifying the old forest is. Even if his father has a high position and authority, and there are powerful people to protect him when he goes in and out, how can he guard against it for the rest of his life?

It's true that Bulaolin rarely misses, but since he knew it in advance, he naturally doesn't have to worry.

Seeing 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?

Lu Guogong said: I guess it's not that someone wants to buy my life, so it's naturally related to my father's position.

Lu Ming was even more puzzled, thinking that his father was the minister of Taichang Temple, so what could this position have anything to do with an assassin organization like Bulaolin?

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Duke Lu got up before dawn. He who used to ask for leave suddenly became diligent these days and went to court every day.

Standing in the city gate, he chatted and joked with the princes, which seemed very normal, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, or what he was waiting for.

When they left the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the rain falling on the long street was illuminated with incomparable crystals, which was very beautiful.

Lu Guogong looked at the scenery outside the window, but frowned, wondering why the other party hadn't made a move yet?

In front of Taichang Temple, Lord Lu got off the sedan chair, looked at the black eaves in the rain, thought of something, and shook his head with a smile.

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

The room was very warm and dry, and the water droplets on the official clothes and temples disappeared quickly. He sighed comfortably, and picked up the teacup in hand.

Every morning when he came to the yamen, there would be a bowl of hot tea ready, right next to him at the most convenient place to carry it.

It has been many years, and the deacons in the waiter do these things very well.

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

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

On weekdays, he should have had a sip of tea at this time, but today he held the tea bowl but didn't drink it, as if he was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking.

There was a sudden noise in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.

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

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and many people came to his room, and a man dressed as a servant was pushed to the ground.

Someone reported: Duke, this man is the steward of the tea house, surnamed Zhou, and he poisoned the tea.

Duke Lu didn't raise his eyes, and asked, Have you found any residual poison? What exactly is the poison?

This person was extremely cautious. After taking the poison, he threw the poison bag into the kitchen. His subordinates couldn't stop him for a while, and he could only test the poison from the tea later.

From the official uniform, the official who answered was not a subject of Taichang Temple but an official of Qing Tiansi.

Duke Lu raised his head, gently put the tea bowl back on the table, looked at the waiter on the ground, and narrowed his eyes.

Bulaolin'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 he hadn't known about this in advance, he might have really drank the tea in the bowl today.

Ordinary poisons don't make much sense to a person like him, but since Bulao Lin dared to design this way, the poison in the tea must be unusual.

Since the waiter was not a practitioner, Qing Tiansi was not afraid that he would commit suicide, so he did not use the vitality lock, but tied his hands with ropes.

Feeling the sight of the Duke, his face was pale, and he was so frightened that he couldn't kneel down at all, and lay limp on the ground, his body trembling constantly.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Guogong knew that this handyman should be instigated or threatened. He didn't know the inside story of this matter at all, and he didn't even know that the mastermind behind the scenes was Bu Laolin, so he waved his hand to signal to drag it down.

There was some confusion in the room, people were everywhere in the hallway, and their clothes that were wet by the rain rubbed against each other.

An official shouted that there was something important to report, pushed his way through the crowd anxiously, and came to the front of the house.

Just when he was about to step over the threshold, the thin raindrops under the corridor suddenly became chaotic.

I don't know where the evil wind came from.

Lord Lu raised his head.