Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 1050 Zong Liyu worships Buddha

a few days later.

The sky was pitch black, the sky was gloomy and dark, presenting a solemn black.

Yan Ji got out of the car and started climbing the stone steps.

I don't know how long I climbed, but when I looked up, the stone steps gave me a feeling that there was no end. On both sides of the way were stone walls that blocked out the sky, and on those walls were innumerable lifelike gods and Buddhas carefully carved.

It was clearly a Buddha statue that saved the world, but Yan Ji didn't know why he mistook it for a green-faced, fang-toothed monster.

In this gloomy sky, a feeling of oppression is overwhelming.

He silently repented of his sins, cleared his mind of all those wild fantasies, and continued to climb the stairs.

After a long time, he finally reached the Qingxin Temple.

Looking from afar, you can see a series of palaces.

Yan Ji looked around, as if he was looking for someone, but he didn't know who he was looking for.

Due to the weather, there are very few pilgrims coming to Qingxin Temple today. They come in groups of three or four and leave.

Not finding anyone, Yan Ji continued walking forward.

It's right under the largest towering ancient tree in the outer courtyard of the temple.

There stood a man wearing a suit jacket, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

The man has a good appearance, clear features, and a refreshing and handsome look.

At this moment, he held three incense sticks in his hand and bowed again and again towards the Buddha statue under the ancient tree with a solemn and respectful attitude.

Yan Ji walked closer, without making any noise to interrupt him, and waited patiently for the man to worship Buddha.

After a while.

Seeing that the man had opened his eyes, he called out respectfully, "Uncle."

Who else could this man be other than Zong Liyu?

Zong Liyu heard it but did not respond to him. Instead, he directed him to look at the ancient tree in front of him.

He said meaningfully: "Xiao Ji, in fact, people are like trees. The more they yearn for the sunlight above, the more their roots will extend into the darkness underground." His eyes dimmed, and Yan Ji looked at the ancient tree in the direction he guided. It was straight and tall, with its shadow like a canopy.

While staring at the ancient tree in a trance, he listened to Zong Liyu's story.

"When you were little, I always hoped that you would grow up like a tree. But after that incident, I no longer want you to be like a tree. You should be the one who enjoys the shade under the tree, and let me be the tree."

"Don't worry, Xiaoji, if it's yours, no one can take it away. If it's not yours, your uncle will take it away from you. Just be at peace and be the ruler of Xidu."

"What is the Han family? And who is Han Wu? He is just relying on your grandfather's poverty and lack of support."

As Zong Liyu was talking, somehow, a murderous aura filled him.

The dark clouds in the sky were moving towards them quickly.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing up the suit that Zong Liyu was wearing.

Yan Ji seemed to be stained with a trace of evil spirit, his eyes were dark and bottomless. He raised his head slightly and stared into Zong Liyu's eyes, his voice hoarse, "Uncle, I have never taken the Han family and Han Wu seriously. I have erased the stain of the past in my own way. I don't want the West. What I seek is a brand new world."

"So, you and mother, don't worry about me."

What Zong Liyu saw in his eyes was not ambition, but endless darkness.

He was shocked and suddenly realized that he couldn't see through his nephew.

However, Yan Ji suddenly smiled, and there was an unclear weirdness in his smile.

There was thunder and heavy rain.

The two of them looked at each other, and before they knew it, the heavy rain had already soaked them.

Xiaoji, what exactly are you planning?

Zong Liyu would never be able to guess what Yan Ji was planning.

He also knew that Yan Ji would never tell him, at least not now.

"Xiao Ji, even if you don't care about Xidu, I will use my own way to warn certain people that Xidu is not something they can covet." Zong Liyu wiped the rain off his face, looking indescribably seductive, and turned and left.

Yan Ji smiled knowingly and followed him confidently, leaving behind the two words "It's up to you" which were wet and washed away by the rain.

(End of this chapter)