I studied beheading in a mental institution

Outside the Buddha Hall.

"What was that movement just now?" Lu Wuwei looked at the Buddhist temple with a frown and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." Guan Zai shook his head, looked at Zuo Qing who was beside him, "What do you mean by saying that he is changing my brother's life?"

Zuo Qing turned his back to them, stared at the gate of the Buddhist temple, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealed deep sadness and pain, and did not answer this question.

He knew that Ye Fan had succeeded.

Squeak-!

The door of the Buddha Hall slowly opened, and a black-clothed figure stood behind the door, looking up at the golden sun in the sky, like a statue of a god who escaped from the world, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, dripping gently on the ground.

On his chest, a glass-colored heart was shining.

Seeing that face, Lu Wuwei and Guan Zai froze in place at the same time.

Guan Zai stared at him blankly, unprecedented shock appeared in his eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably...

"Didn't you say...he's dead?" Guan Yu said hoarsely.

Zuo Qing didn't speak.

Guan Zai came back to his senses, quickly stepped on the last step, and ran towards the figure in front of the Buddhist hall, this time, Zuo Qing didn't stop him.

"Brother Zhou Ping!" He shouted at the figure.

Zhou Ping turned his head slightly. Under the sun, guilt and sadness were written on his tear-stained face.

"Brother Guan Zai..."

Guan Zui ran up to him, with a sincere smile on his face, "Brother Zhou Ping, it's great that you're fine!"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a long time, and there was a bitterness in his eyes.

He shook his head and said:

"Brother Guan Zai... Right now, I want to be alone."

Shut in a daze.

Zhou Ping raised his right foot and stepped gently across the threshold of the Buddha Hall. A faint sword glow flashed across the space, and he disappeared in place.

Guan Zai stood there in a daze. After Zhou Ping left, his eyes followed the gate of the Buddha Hall and looked inside...

In the majestic and grand Buddhist hall, the figures of the six heroic spirits have disappeared.

There was only a golden Buddha body with eyes closed and smiling, sitting quietly on the ground, without any vitality.

The closed pupils suddenly contracted!

……

Xijin City.

Sanjiu's native restaurant.

The black-clothed figure stepped out of nothingness step by step, and stood at the door of this small, old earthen restaurant.

This local restaurant is located on the edge of the alley, the signboard has been yellowed due to the wind and the sun, and the menu pasted at the door is also tattered. Fortunately, the reputation of this restaurant is not bad in the eyes of regular customers, even though the location is remote. There are still customers willing to eat here occasionally.

The store doors are open.Standing under the steps of the store entrance, Zhou Ping could clearly hear several customers in the store chatting and laughing, saying what awards his children got at school yesterday, and the bricks on the construction site were extremely hot today, and he planned to take his wife and children there in a few days. Eating out in the city center, but unfortunately I don't have any tickets in my pocket yet...

There is a strong aroma of vegetables in the air, which is the pungent aroma of stir-fried green peppers and minced garlic, that is the sweet and greasy aroma of rock sugar mixed with oil, that is the delicious aroma of fried onions... These aromas are related to the gossip of the guests Mixed together, they exude a unique and reassuring air.

This is the breath of the market, this is the breath of the world of mortals.

This is his home.

Zhou Ping stood under the steps, looking at the third uncle who was busy cooking and serving dishes in the shop, feeling complicated and heavy in his heart.

The third uncle had just served a plate of fried pork with onions to the guests, when he turned around, he saw Zhou Ping standing under the steps like an idiot, and raised his eyebrows.

"You kid, do you still know how to come back?" Uncle San grinned.

Zhou Ping opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that Zhou Ping was motionless, the third uncle clicked his tongue.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly at the door? Come in and help! There are a lot of guests today. Third Uncle, I have been the boss, the cook, and the waiter during this period of time. I am so busy."

The third uncle wiped his greasy hands on the apron, walked down the steps quickly, grabbed Zhou Ping's wrist, and walked into the shop.

While walking, he babbled and complained:

"You asked me for a month's leave at that time. It's been a few months? I thought you didn't plan to come back. Let me tell you first. The salary for these few months... I I want to deduct 200 yuan from you!"

"Also, the guy you found to replace you with the surname Ye is not reliable! After helping here for a month, he actually ran away secretly... The dishes can't be cleaned, and the floor can't be swept. Clean, don't know what else to do...

Or my great nephew! "

Zhou Ping was dragged into the house by him, and then the third uncle let go of him, and quickly walked into the back kitchen, leaving him standing there alone, a little at a loss.

"Yo, Xiao Zhou is back?" An old customer who just arrived next to him smiled when he saw Zhou Ping, "Order some fried vegetables for me, and fried shredded pork with wild rice stems... tell your third uncle, give me more Put some shredded pork!"

Zhou Ping subconsciously picked up the order book from the small table, wrote down the two dishes with a ballpoint, and then walked quickly towards the back kitchen.

Amidst the fragrant cooking smell and the sound of talking and laughing, everything seems to be back to the original.

There are indeed quite a few guests today.

By the time Zhou Ping finished his work and sat at the table, it was almost two o'clock.

He sat at the table near the door, his sleeves still rolled up, he stared blankly at the alley outside the door and the sky at the end of the alley, wondering what he was thinking.

The third uncle came out of the kitchen, saw Zhou Ping's ecstasy, and went back to the kitchen after being silent for a moment.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the door of the earth restaurant.

Zhou Ping was taken aback suddenly when he saw that person.

I saw Zuo Qing wearing casual clothes, walked up the steps of the earthen restaurant unhurriedly, pushed open the door of the restaurant, and walked in.

"It's you?" Zhou Ping knew Zuo Qing.

Zuo Qing smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the menu next to him, and said:

"Can I order a tomato scrambled egg? And a bowl of rice."

Zhou Ping paused, "Yes."

He got up and sent the written menu to the back kitchen, while Zuo Qing sat alone in the empty shop, looking around with his back straight.

Not long after, Zhou Ping came out with a plate of dishes and a large bowl of white rice.

Putting the dishes in front of Zuo Qing, Zhou Ping sat quietly opposite him.

"How do you know I'm here?" Zhou Ping asked.

Zuo Qing took out a pair of chopsticks from the basket next to him, poured tomato scrambled eggs on the rice, and said while stirring, "This is the only place you can go."

"I know... I shouldn't leave at this time, but..." Zhou Ping paused, with a downcast look in his eyes, "I'm in a mess right now."

"I can understand." Zuo Qing nodded, "I came here just to give you a few words."

"A message?"

"What Ye Fan wants to tell you."