My Attributes Cultivation Life

when...when....

The watchman's gong came from outside the window.

Zhang Rongfang was lying on the bed, looking up at the top of the gray and white mosquito net, and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Just now, he told his senior brother everything in one go.

Except for not mentioning his own source, everything that can be said and can be reminded has been said.

Can....

The brother's reaction was very strange.

Moreover, when it came to Huiqing and Guan in the evening, Li Heng, who should go back together, looked uneasy, not knowing what happened.

'From what we have inquired before, the news that the Mi Gang was dissatisfied with the Qinghe Palace and wanted blood debts to be paid in blood was told in front of many people during the meeting. This was obviously deliberately released.

Even if I didn't hear it secretly at Chen's house, there should be someone in the Mi Gang in the Qinghe Palace to get the information. ’

'But after the compensation, the Mi Gang was devastated by my framed Chen family, and they wanted to retaliate. Could it be that she, Shao Quanhu, doesn't want to hang out in Huaxin County anymore? ' Zhang Rongfang was puzzled.

This is completely against the logic of a businessman, and even if Shao Quanhu loves his son very much, he wants revenge madly.

But Mibang other people are also willing to work hard with her? You must know that once you do this, whether it is successful or not, it is equivalent to giving up everything you own in Huaxin County.

Zhang Rongfang's heart was chaotic for a while.

He slept drowsily all night, and he dreamed of his previous life in a trance.

As if he was still working in the former office, doing documents.

"Brother Zhang, are you finished with yesterday's documents?" asked a colleague in the same office, a young generation Yiyang who had just joined the job.

"Documents? What documents?" Zhang Rongfang replied in a daze.

"That's what the boss asked to do yesterday, and it's going to be announced in a while?" Dai Yiyang came over with a grinning face.

"Brother Zhang, isn't it right on your table?"

Zhang Rongfang lowered his head and saw that a document was placed on his originally empty desk.

It was densely written in red letters:

Murder law.

Murder law.

Murder law.

Murder law.

.....

...

The documents were full of blood-colored handwriting, and the handwriting seemed to crawl and move.

They squirmed like bugs, quickly spread out from the paper, and flowed to the table and around.

Even on Zhang Rongfang's own clothes.

He saw scarlet letters on his hands and legs.

The blood-like writing frantically drilled toward his nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes.

Whoops!

Zhang Rongfang abruptly stood up from the bed and kicked off the quilt.

He kicked a hole in the middle of the quilt, tore it apart, and leaked the cotton wool inside.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!..."

He was breathing heavily.

My heart is still immersed in the emotions of the previous dream.

Murder is a crime...

yes....

The worry that he has been hiding in the bottom of his heart is exactly this.

He was worried that others would find out that he was the one who killed people. Fear of becoming the antithesis of government law.

He is still stuck in the concept of a society governed by the rule of law from his previous life.

But he forgot that this is the Great Spirit, not the modern society where the legal system is much more robust than in the previous life.

"I...I..." Zhang Rongfang got out of bed, "I'm afraid..."

He walked to the window in a single coat, took off the window bar, and opened the window.

A small courtyard illuminated by the sun appeared in front of him.

Xiao Jiu was in the yard, kicking the shuttlecock in the sun.

One after another, there was a bright smile on her tender face.

A sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the morning came from the direction of the kitchen.

It was those two handymen disciples who were doing simple breakfast.

Zhang Rongfang put his hand on the window sill and couldn't help pinching the wooden window sill.

The rough texture and faint coolness brought him back to reality.

The horror of the dream was slowly diluted by the reality.

"Senior Brother Rongfang, do you want to kick it together?" Xiaojiu saw that Zhang Rongfang was up and waved to him.

"No. You can play by yourself." Zhang Rongfang wiped his face, his forehead and temples were all salt grains formed by sweat drying.

Closing the window and putting on the Taoist robe, he was calm in the room, trying to soothe the restlessness in his heart.

But unfortunately, it was the same as when he first came to this world.

He was at a loss, insecure, worried, worried, and didn't know what he wanted to do.

Anxiety and nervousness, worry and worry, were made worse by killing people.

He was worried that he would be discovered by the government. The government was so powerful that it swept the ground unmatched.

If he is discovered, he will not be able to escape...

he will die...

It may even implicate the master and senior brother. . . .

After an hour of meditation practice, Zhang Rongfang still couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart.

He was afraid, worried, there were too many things to fear.

Recalling that when he was still in the Qinghe Palace, his heart was not so chaotic and restless at that time.

Even if he has attribute abilities, that strong sense of insecurity still haunts him. cannot be removed.

After a moment of silence in the room, Zhang Rongfang packed up and left the Taoist temple.

On the noisy street outside, people came and went, but those people seemed to be completely isolated from him at this time.

In order to avoid the disturbance, he unconsciously walked towards the quiet and quiet direction.

Leaving the city and entering the forest.

The quiet mountains and forests made him feel a little more at ease.

He didn't deliberately look for directions, but before he knew it, he had come to the gate of Qinghe Gongshan again.

Looking at the three door openings of the mountain gate, they represent the meaning of the three realms.

Zhang Rongfang moved forward, and when he passed by, he stepped in, as if when he crossed the mountain gate, he jumped out of the three realms.

When he returned to the mountain gate this time, he did not seek the master immediately, but walked slowly and aimlessly in the Taoist palace.

From the observation deck surrounded by clouds and mist, to the Shangde Garden with dense flowers, and then to the three halls where pilgrims flow.

Among the three major halls, the God of Wealth Hall and the Hall of Xuanxin have the most people, and the Hall of Lingguan is the most deserted.

When Zhang Rongfang was passing by, he walked into the Lingguan Hall inexplicably.

In front of the three-eyed spirit official statue, the temple owner Lao Dao on one side was chanting the scriptures in a low voice.

Outside the desk, a few pilgrims and Taoists knelt sparsely on the futons.

Among them, Xiao Qingying is also on the list.

She closed her eyes and kowtowed one after another reverently.

The cheeks that used to be baby fat have also lost a lot of weight, becoming cold and pretty.

After chanting for a while, she also found Zhang Rongfang walking in.

But she didn't come to say hello, she still did her own thing according to her own steps.

Until she finished reciting the entire Lingguan Baode Sutra, she put her hands together and slowly became quiet.

"Your heart is in a mess."

Xiao Qingying raised her head, did not turn, still looked up at the statue, but her voice was directed at Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang was silent for a while.

"fine."

Xiao Qingying picked up three incense sticks and lit them with candles.

"Before, thank you for saving me several times."

When the incense is lit, shake it up and down gently to put out the fire.

She gently inserted the incense into the incense pot.

"Since my father died, I have been thinking a lot on the mountain by myself."

"There is no trouble in the past, no one will accompany me like before, and accommodate me. No one will make things difficult and punish... I feel like I fell into a deep hole from the lively market all of a sudden."

She turned her head and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"There are many people around, but none of them can touch me."

"Senior sister...Aren't you sad?" Zhang Rongfang didn't know how to answer.

"I'm not sad, I'm just scared." Xiao Qingying showed a memory on her face. "I remember in the past, my father always said, I named you Yingluo because I hope you are as crystal and precious as Yingluo."

"The blue-colored Yingluo is a symbol of purity and life... Later, when he died, I realized that only when he is alive can I be as precious as the Yingluo."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

He didn't know what to say in the face of a person whose only family member had just died.

"You also have someone who sees you as a treasure, right?" Xiao Qingying's words suddenly pulled him back from the silence.

Almost instinctively, Zhang Rongfang's sister Zhang Rongyu flashed in his mind.

The girl who is willing to give almost everything for her brother should be such a person.

"Have."

"It's good." Xiao Qingying smiled, some just calm.

She stopped talking, turned and walked outside the temple.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the back of her leaving and was speechless for a while.

He fell silent, walked to the futon that Xiao Qingying had just knelt down, knelt down gently, and looked at the majestic three-eyed spirit official statue.

"I just don't want to get hurt..."

He put his hands together, cupped his hands, and kowtowed deeply.

'I don't want others to get hurt because of me. ’

At this moment, his heart became much calmer.

Since you are afraid of getting hurt, you should try your best to create a place where no one gets hurt...

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Two days later.

Clear and view.

A circle of people are sitting together, eating with bowls and vegetables.

Tomato scrambled eggs, shredded cabbage scrambled meat, steamed white fish.

Three kinds of small stir fry plus a cucumber river prawn soup.

Several people in the watch had quite appetizing meals.

"When I went shopping just now, I saw a wanted list posted at Caishikou, did you see it?" Seeing that no one was talking, Xiao Jiu couldn't help but said.

"There is also at the gate of the city, I saw it too." The handyman Xiao Li hurriedly answered.

"It was three people from the Mi Gang who suddenly disappeared. They didn't find out for several days. The family reported the case. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com"

A Taoist named Hong Dao who went down the mountain with Zhang Rongfang Xiaojiu replied.

"It's not ordinary people who are missing, right? Otherwise, there won't be such a big movement." Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Well, the three are the bosses of the Mi Gang. I heard that they are still Lianjiazi. I lost three of them in one breath. Maybe they did something bad secretly and ran away." Xiaojiu nodded.

"I guess it is too. One of them also said that he colluded with the bandits outside, and it was our previous patrol photo of the Qinghe Palace."

"Chen Zhihan?"

"That's right, that's the name. The last character has too many strokes and I didn't recognize it." Xiao Jiu nodded again and again.

Zhang Rongfang's heart froze.

Recalling the previous conspiracy of the Mi Gang, and the strange reaction of the senior brother.

The Mi Gang thing seems to be so inexplicable... no?

He went to Chen's house two days ago to check, but he didn't see Chen He coming home. Almost everything in the Chen family was moved, and the family members were also separated, leaving only an empty shell house.

I heard that Chen He's two sons also went to court because of the division of the family property.

'But...why is this? ’

Zhang Rongfang guessed that there must be something behind this that he did not understand.

Thinking of the abnormal look on his senior brother's face before, he quickly poured the rice from the bowl into his mouth and put down the bowl.

"I'll go back to the mountain in the afternoon, you don't need to count meals for me."

"Okay. Senior brother wants to go back to the mountain. By the way, help me bring something to Xiaochun." Before Xiaojiu finished speaking, Zhang Rongfang was no longer in sight...

She sighed.

"It's like this every time. Senior brother, is this a rabbit? Running so fast?"

The rest of the people at the table couldn't help but raise their mouths.