The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

In an ancient temple somewhere in Xia Country, the air is filled with curling incense and the atmosphere is tranquil and solemn.

Under the dim candlelight, a woman in meditation clothes knelt quietly on a cushion. Her face was covered by a thin veil, and one could only vaguely see her closed eyes and focused expression.

She clasped her hands together and silently recited ancient scriptures, each word seeming to contain endless power and prayers.

At this moment, the heavy wooden door of the temple was gently pushed open, and two men in black walked in quietly. They stood behind the woman, as silent as shadows.

One of them whispered, "Lin Ya has been arrested for a long time. We have not been able to find out where she is being held, and we don't know if she has defected to Akbang. Should we kill her entire family just in case?"

The woman in front slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were deep and bright, as if she could see through all the vanity in the world.

She said softly, "She didn't reveal anything about us. If we deal with her family, we will fall into the enemy's trap. There is no need to rush her affairs. I believe she will stick to her beliefs."

The man in black nodded, agreeing with the woman's judgment.

He continued, "There is a member of the Tiger Nation who ran away. We didn't catch him. He knows some of our secrets."

The woman smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference and detachment in her smile: "Know a few secrets? That's not important. Those so-called secrets are nothing but passing clouds. There's no need to panic because of a mere escaped member. We still have a long way to go. We must always stay sober and calm."

When the man in black heard this, he immediately understood what the woman meant.

They bowed respectfully, then turned and left the temple, their hearts full of admiration and trust for the woman.

The woman in meditation clothes continued to close her eyes, immersed in her own prayers and meditation, as if isolated from the world.

The woman in meditation clothes had already planned an ingenious plan in her mind.

She knew that in order to get the full force of Arkbon to head for Phoenix, she had to give them a bait they couldn't refuse.

And this bait is the mysterious laboratory that is about to be exposed.

This laboratory was a cover she had carefully set up over the years, and it contained various clues and false research materials that she had deliberately left behind.

Once Akbang gets this news, they will surely rush to send all their forces to bomb the laboratory in the hope of obtaining the secrets inside.

However, this is just a trap.

His real purpose was to have the leader of Akbang lead his forces to Phoenix City in person.

Only when he leaves here can her focus shift from defense to offense, and she can fully display her skills and realize her real plan.

In order to achieve this goal, they began to cleverly spread the news about the mysterious laboratory.

I know that this news will spread quickly among Akbon’s forces like wildfire.

Just wait quietly for that decisive moment to come.

Behind him, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the temple.

Another woman in an ancient dress came hurriedly over. Her face looked a little anxious, and there was a sense of uneasiness between her brows.

She walked up to the Zen nun and whispered, "Miss, that person is still trying to find out whether you are really dead by various means."

When the Zen nun heard this, a smug smile appeared in her eyes.

She shook her head gently, as if she was laughing at the man's ignorance and persistence. "It seems that he still can't let me go. Of course, he should have been alert." There was a hint of amusement in her voice, as if she was appreciating a carefully arranged chess game.

The woman behind him nodded, her brows furrowed, and she was obviously worried about the current situation. "There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. I'm afraid he will eventually know the secret." Her voice revealed helplessness and worry.

However, the Zen nun only smiled slightly, her eyes full of confidence and determination. "Know this secret? No, he won't know it. Because he has no chance. Sometimes he is just too arrogant. He doesn't know that the unparalleled dark hand is reaching out to him. He should just wish him the best."

There was an unquestionable power in her voice, as if she had control of the overall situation and everything was as she planned.

When the woman in the ancient skirt heard this, she couldn't help but feel admiration in her heart.

She knew that the young lady was always able to plan and win battles from afar.

This time, she also believed that the young lady would be able to turn danger into safety and make that arrogant enemy pay the price he deserved.

The Zen nun continued to close her eyes and rest, her face calm and peaceful, as if she was at peace with the world.

It can be seen that she is a devout Buddhist and her belief in Buddhism is deeply rooted in her heart.

However, a broken Buddha statue in the temple seems to tell that she is not completely pious.

The damage to this Buddha statue may be due to the erosion of time or the destruction of war, but it has undoubtedly become a symbol deep in the heart of the Zen nun - when the Buddha blesses her, she believes in Buddhism; if the Buddha does not bless her, she may question all of this and even destroy it.

But at this moment, the Zen nun's heart was full of confidence and determination.

Everything is under her control.

A big net has quietly fallen on the man's head, and it depends on whether he is lucky enough to escape this time.

She couldn't help but sneer and thought: He should not bother to verify whether he is really dead, but should consider his personal safety more!

Hasn't he ever wondered why the Freemasons have been silent?

Do you really think the Freemasons will be merciful and ignore him?

This is just the beginning of a bigger conspiracy, and he is someone the Freemasons must get rid of.

He has influenced the development of Freemasonry, so his death is inevitable.

So he should not think about checking whether he is alive or dead.

He should pay attention to his personal safety and don't think of himself as a savior, thinking that no one in the world can kill him.

I don't want to kill him, but that doesn't mean others will think the same way.

To be honest, I really don't want him to die so early, but he is bound to die.

A charming gaze looked towards the Buddha statue, as if mocking, mocking the Buddha, saying that if he didn't bless him, not only would he not have any incense money, but he would also continue to destroy this place!

The destroyed Buddha statue next to it was either damaged naturally or smashed by her.

This is not the result of blessing yourself. It’s the same with Buddha. If he doesn’t help yourself, then you will be destroyed!