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

In this ancient temple that carries thousands of years of history and endless vicissitudes, the years seem to have solidified time, and every brick and tile tells of the past glory and tranquility.

However, at this moment when it was so quiet that one could almost hear the breathing of history, a sudden match, like an uninvited guest, broke the silence and instantly ignited the dry wooden beams and years of dust. A raging fire soared into the sky, illuminating half of the sky red.

In the firelight, a woman in traditional Zen clothes walked out slowly. Her face was cold and her eyes revealed a kind of indifference that was detached from the world.

With a quick glance, he seemed to penetrate the barrier of flames and saw the Buddha statues in the temple that had been worshipped by thousands of people. Under the light of the fire, they seemed to reveal sadness and helplessness, as if they were crying silently.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of irony: these magnificent Buddha statues, which are supposed to protect all living beings, can't even protect themselves now, let alone shelter believers.

"If it is really effective, why didn't I get any protection when I was facing disaster?" She pondered in her heart, a faint sneer appearing on the corner of her mouth.

In her opinion, this fire not only devoured the ancient buildings, but also questioned those illusory beliefs - if faith cannot lend a helping hand when people are in danger, then what is the meaning of its existence?

Thinking so, she did not stop, but just glanced coldly at the sea of ​​fire for the last time, then put on a simple coat, turned around and left resolutely, leaving everything behind to the raging flames.

Her steps were firm, without the slightest hesitation, as if she was telling the world that even if she had lost her thousand-year-old shelter, her inner faith and practice would not be shaken.

The fire continued to rage, and she had embarked on a new path of practice to find a more authentic self and a state of transcendence.

A few hours later, as darkness gradually enveloped the earth, the Zen nun came to another temple.

Compared with the previous ancient temples, this temple appears more peaceful and solemn, as if it is a holy place isolated from the world.

She slowly walked into the temple. Wherever she looked, she saw solemn statues of gods. Some were compassionate, some were majestic, quietly guarding this pure land.

Her eyes became complex and profound at this moment, containing both the previous indifference and questioning, as well as a hint of new expectation and exploration.

He walked slowly to a Buddha statue, stopped, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes devoutly and began to pray.

Although her prayer was low, it was full of determination and persistence: "If you are really effective, please bless me to get through this difficult time. If I get what I want, I will create a golden body for you and let you enjoy the fireworks of the world."

However, when she opened her eyes, she unexpectedly found that the Buddha statue in front of her seemed a little strange.

Although the Buddha's face was still compassionate, his eyes seemed to reveal a hint of helplessness and embarrassment, as if he was saying, "It's not that I can't handle this overwhelming wealth, but the karma of this world, how can it be changed by simple offerings?"

Sit down, start praying, and leave the rest to God.

The Zen nun decided to stay here for a while, to feel the atmosphere and power here, to see if this place was really what she wished, a new point of piety, a holy place that could give her shelter and guidance.

Phoenix city.

This legendary new starting point once again witnessed history.

After experiencing that thrilling conspiracy, he not only successfully disrupted the situation, but also escaped from it safely, like a dancer walking on the edge of the storm, able to escape danger every time.

Although he did not suffer any substantial losses, those behind the scenes suffered heavy losses. Their plans were like carefully constructed sand castles that collapsed in an instant under his own waves.

The moment Zhang Fan stepped into Phoenix City, he was greeted by the familiar and enthusiastic figures of the army.

"Haha, Boss, you're finally here."

The army had arrived in advance and took on the responsibility of managing the Phoenix Mining Group.

This group is not only their important economic pillar, but also the core of strategic resources, so naturally they need the most trusted person to take the helm.

Zhang Fan opened his arms.

When the two met, there was no need for many words. A deep hug was enough to express everything - trust, gratitude and tacit understanding between brothers.

There was excitement gleaming in Da Jun's eyes. The return of the eldest brother meant that the three brothers would fight side by side again and create a more glorious chapter together.

Da Jun mentioned Zhou Biao, his brother who was busy integrating the mining industry in the west. Da Jun and Zhang Fan were looking forward to the time when Zhou Biao would finish his current tasks so that the three of them could get together to share each other's joy and achievements and jointly plan the next development blueprint.

In order to celebrate the boss's safe return, the army decided to take these loyal companions to enjoy a sumptuous meal first.

The army knows this place very well.

He knows exactly where there are delicious foods and fun things to do.

Zhou Xiran did not go to eat with Da Jun.

Now that she had finally returned to her residence, she felt exhausted both physically and mentally, as if she had almost lost the strength to stand.

There was a raging anger burning in my heart, a kind of anger and unwillingness after being betrayed and plotted against.

What happened to Zhou Xiran this time was by no means accidental; there must be some unknown conspiracy and driving force behind it.

When she returned to the room, the first thing she wanted to do was to find out the truth and uncover the mastermind hiding in the dark.

Her eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, and she vowed to make that person suffer a price that was ten thousand times more painful than what she had experienced.

She needs to let the other person know that any calculations and harm done to her will be returned to her a hundred, a thousand or even ten thousand times.

Zhou Xiran walked into the bathroom and let the warm water wash over her tired body, as if trying to wash away all her dissatisfaction and anger.

After taking a shower, she changed into a pure white home dress. The pure color seemed to symbolize her inner persistence and purity, which would not allow any dirt to stain her.

Sitting on the head of the bed, he turned on the video call on his phone.

The screen lit up and an anxious voice appeared.

Wen Wan looked at her.

When friends saw Zhou Xiran appearing safely on the screen and the surrounding environment seemed peaceful and safe, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock hanging in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground.

"Xiran, I'm so glad that you're okay! I've been worried about you, afraid that something might happen to you." Wenwan's voice was filled with concern and worry.

Zhou Xiran forced a smile, even though her heart was still surging with anger: "I'm fine, don't worry. But I won't let this matter go. I want to find the person behind the scenes and let him know the price of hurting me."

"Call your father. He's very worried."

It was through that person that Wen Wan learned that something might have happened to her friend.

Now that I see her, I finally feel relieved.

Zhou Xiran nodded, and her eyes slowly began to show something strange. Some things needed to be slowly settled.