Fusheng Chronicle

a few days later.

Zhou Shengxiao and Miao Changfeng traveled in Paris for a long time, and they visited almost all the scenic spots.I bought a lot of things, mostly skin care products for Miao Changfeng, and a suit and tie for Zhou Shengxiao.

These days they are very happy, like a real couple.Don't have to worry about life and death, just like ordinary people, walking hand in hand on the streets of Paris, in this country where homosexuality is legal, you can kiss and intimacy freely.

Sometimes Zhou Shengxiao felt in a trance, it would be great if time stopped at this moment forever.But he knew that it was impossible, because he didn't have much time, and he had to get the killing relic.

Waking up in the morning, Miao Changfeng was still lying on the bed.Zhou Shengxiao stared at his sleeping face for a while, then got up to get dressed.He staggered to the bathroom, closed and locked the door.

In the mirror, his complexion was as pale as a ghost, like a piece of white paper.He coughed heavily, and his hands were covered with blood.His nails were also gray and white, and it was obvious that there was not much blood in his body.

Zhou Shengxiao let out a long sigh.He turned on the faucet and carefully cleaned the bloody water.He didn't want Miao Changfeng to know all of this, some things just need to be borne by himself.

Opening the cabinet of the sink, there was actually a box of cigarettes provided by the hotel.Zhou Shengxiao didn't smoke this kind of thing before, but now he opened the box, took out one, and with a flick of his finger, a cluster of flames burst out and ignited.

Leaning halfway against the wall, he took a puff of smoke lightly, and a strange feeling rushed straight into his lungs.So this is the smoke?In fact... the taste is no worse than the incense burner smoke he used to smoke.

The temporary numbness spread all over his body.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Shengxiao opened the door and walked out.Probably because I was too tired last night, Miao Changfeng was still sleeping.He wrote his whereabouts on the label slip provided by the hotel, and gently pressed against the head of the bed.

The sun is shining outside, which is a good weather for traveling.Zhou Shengxiao rummaged through a pile of shopping bags, took out the black short-sleeved sleeve Miao Changfeng bought for him, took another pair of sunglasses, and left the room.

Walking out of the hotel lobby, he stood alone on the busy Parisian street and took a deep breath.People come and go in a hurry, the scent of coffee floats on the corner of the street, and white clouds float inadvertently.

In fact, life can be so beautiful that people are reluctant to give up.

After stopping a taxi, Zhou Shengxiao sat in the back seat and said calmly, "Go to auction house No. 28."

According to the news, the Hunsha relic has just been transported to Paris, and before it can be sent to the museum, it is now being stored in an auction house.But even so, there are layers of checks and strict controls.

After all, the killing relic is a priceless Buddhist treasure.In the eyes of a group of foreigners, the mysterious antiques of ancient China, or things extracted from the dead, must be of great hype value.

It's just that they don't know that even for gods, killing relics can bring them back to life.No one knows its origin, but it has always been the top treasure of Buddhism.

The driver quickly drove the car to the entrance of the auction house, and Zhou Shengxiao paid the fare and got off.The auction house was set up on the central street where every inch of gold and every inch of land was available, with only an inconspicuous small door.There were two vicious security guards in black suits standing at the door. Most people would not dare to stay here for too long.

Seeing Zhou Shengxiao still standing at the door, one of the security guards scolded in French: "Get out of here? Is this where you can stand?"

Zhou Shengxiao smiled lightly, without saying a word, he stepped into the door.The two security guards immediately wanted to pounce on them, but for some reason, they couldn't move their feet as if they had taken root, and they couldn't make any sound from their mouths.

They could only watch this tall and straight Asian man wearing a pair of black sunglasses strolling into his strictly guarded auction house.

Going up the stairs, Zhou Shengxiao found that there were not many people along the way.It's not the peak season for auctions, this place is just stocking things for auction.He didn't need to ask anyone, he knew that the killing relic was in a safe in the deep part of the building by following the induction in his heart.Locked layer by layer, with ultraviolet light and surveillance, I am afraid that even the most famous thief will be unable to use it here.

But all this is useless to him.With a flash of his figure, he disappeared in a corner where no one could see.In the next second, he appeared in the innermost layer of the mechanism, standing in front of a small and exquisite bulletproof glass.

There is no doubt that the black spherical object covered with black characters is the relic of killing people.Legend has it that the relic is made from the ashes of eminent monks, and I don't know the origin of the thing in front of me.

It looks unremarkable in appearance, and even looks like a piece of garbage on the side of the road at first glance.But as long as you observe carefully, you can find that it is engraved with densely packed mysterious symbols.

Zhou Shengxiao made a false grab with his hand, and the relic fell through the glass and fell into his hand.He squeezed it up and looked at it, and suddenly blew a breath towards it.

In an instant, there was a burst of golden light.The relic vibrated slightly and made a small sound.Zhou Shengxiao couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he looked up again, he found that the relic had changed.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this change as earth-shaking.

The original black shell turned golden, and the mysterious runes on it became more obvious.It seems that it is still faintly radiating golden light, full of life.

Zhou Shengxiao held the relic, and just looking at it, he felt that his internal injuries had healed a little.The relic should not be swallowed directly, so he cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood on the golden relic.

The brain felt extremely painful in an instant, and the bloody relic felt extremely hot in the palm of his hand.He felt a little uncomfortable, but unconsciously passed out...

It just rained a little.The ruined temple in the town has accumulated a lot of water, dripping down.The temple is dilapidated, and because of disrepair for a long time, there is a big hole at the top, which is roughly covered with some straw.

There is a Buddha statue in the center of the ruined temple. There is a wooden platform in front of the Buddha statue, and there is nothing on it.The sound of chanting stopped abruptly, and the monk in Tsing Yi, who was kneeling in front of the stage, suddenly stood up.

Take a closer look at the monk's appearance, which is extremely handsome. Even if he is bald, walking in the crowd is a existence that the little girl will take a few more glances at.He was wearing an old Tsing Yi, tall and tall, with an indifferent complexion.

There was a commotion outside the ruined temple.

"Master, what kind of demon are you possessed to come to this ruined temple to burn incense? Let me tell you, there is only one monk in this ruined temple..."

The boy suddenly stopped talking.Across the muddy ground, the monk in Tsing Yi standing under the eaves was looking at them indifferently.From time to time, raindrops dripped, and there was a whimper of singing.

My young master suddenly rushed forward like a madman.His white robe was splashed gray by the muddy water on the ground, and he hugged the monk in green, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"I, I finally found you..."

The monk asked suspiciously, "Who is your Excellency?"

The man in white raised his head, revealing an extremely delicate face: "I'm Miao Changfeng, don't you recognize me?"

"Who are you?" The monk looked puzzled, "My name is Jikong."

"What bullshit Jikong!" the man in white said through gritted teeth, "Where's your previous common name?"

The monk was startled, "I forgot."

There is thunder roaring in the distance, probably another rain is coming.

The man in white held the monk's dazed handsome face and said word by word: "Remember, your name is Zhou Shengxiao."

"The week of the first year, the birth of life, the bleak Xiao."

Something exploded in my head.The monk smiled lightly and hugged the shoulder of the man in white.

He remembered.He is Zhou Shengxiao.

It is better to be with one person for the rest of your life than the blue lamp of the ancient Buddha.

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