The world does not want to be represented

The complexity of the situation in Night City caught everyone off guard.Bandits are wreaking havoc all around, and the government's corpses are used for vegetarian meals, and they are camped with dogs.His Highness the Third Highness was sick and was already preparing to return to Shengjing.

"I still think we should stay." Fuyu sat on the height of the White Horse Temple, the sun rose in the east, and the bright golden morning glow illuminated the entire temple transparently.

Sitting here with his knees bent in a snow-white cassock, he looked like a gilded Buddha statue placed on a high place, so handsome that he couldn't be looked at, but the frivolous smile on his face broke the solemnity of the temple.

Qiucheng Killer stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, looking down at him. He had been looking at him like this for 14 years since he entered Gusu at the age of two.

Qiu Chengsha said: "Okay, but after copying the scriptures, you can go back."

Fuyu was a little strange, and looked up at him, thinking in her heart that every world has such a tone.

"You don't need to discuss the Northern Army with Mei Xuesuo?" Fuyu stood up, "Stop coming to the White Horse Temple."

Mei Xueshuo.Qiucheng Sha thought about the name coldly, and a little unhappiness surfaced in his always calm heart.Even if Nightside was besieged by rebels, he was confident of getting out and would never cooperate with the northern army.

Five days later, the situation in Yecheng took a turn for the worse, and the White Horse Temple got a batch of relief food from nowhere, and opened the temple to give out porridge to the victims.

The porridge was served by a young monk in snow-white cassock, with a face like a crown of jade, which attracted many boudoir girls in the night city to stop and look at it from a distance.The little monks who followed him to serve porridge were clumsy in their panic, but he gently helped to deal with the aftermath, making the anxious people calm down.

In the night city amidst the chaos, the White Horse Temple is rarely at peace.

Mei Xueshuo took time to come over, ready to send a team to send Fuyu back to Shengjing, when she saw this scene from a distance, she stopped.

Many boudoir ladies donated some money in the gentle laughter of the young people, and shared the porridge together, and soon the relief food ran out.Those who didn't receive it felt dissatisfied, but after Fuyu said a few words, they all honestly dispersed.

The young monks of Baima Temple closed their stalls with cheers.

"Major General, are we going?" the soldier asked.

Mei Xueshuo watched coldly, then shook his head slightly after a while: "He has plans, I won't stop them."

But within half a day, there were rumors about the former Quanfu.The tragedy of exterminating the family and ransacking the house was a taboo anywhere in the Qiu Dynasty, but in Yecheng, where the law and order had already fallen into chaos, it spread like flying.

There is a holy monk in the White Horse Temple who managed to obtain food for the victims, but he turned out to be the legacy of Quan Fu who ransacked his family.

"Holy Monk?" A person in the teahouse sneered, "I heard that right, didn't you mean Quan Fuyu?" This person had a scar on his left eye, and he was called Scar Li, one of several rebels in Night City little boss.

"Boss, what's the matter? I saw Master Fuyu yesterday," a person said, "As expected of someone from a noble family, I almost shed tears when I took the porridge. After walking for a long time Take it easy."

"This kid is tricky," Li Leng said with the scar, "I was almost confused at the beginning, did you see my scar? Is it just planted in this gutter?"

"Master Fuyu? Impossible."

"How is that impossible?" Scar Li grinned, "He wasn't in Gusu Temple ten years ago. I went to ask for a lottery for my old mother... and he slashed my face from forehead to nose."

"Damn it, in front of the golden Buddha in Gusu Temple, he had blood on his hand. He is almost nine years old. Holy monk? I think he is a born evil ghost Shura, who crawled out of hell to seek his life. Otherwise, why can't even the Golden Buddha cross him?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but yelled at the case, angrily scolded: "Scar Li, it's fine if you arrange the county magistrate's old man, but arrange it on Master Fuyu's head, I don't think you want the other eye!"

Scar Li scolded back rudely: "Smelly butcher, Quan Fuyu has only been in Night City for a few days? You know better than me?"

The person who questioned Scar Li at the beginning also said: "I'm thinking about it, it's a bit strange, it's just a bowl of porridge, and I can't get back to my senses for a long time. Do you think this is some kind of demon method?"

"You Yecheng don't know that our Shengjing has been passed down for more than ten years. Quan Fuyu relies on Concubine Zuo... Not only that, Mrs. Minister of the Ministry of War, General Liu's wife, Mrs. Yipin Gaoming, the eldest princess, all of them Invited him to go. A monk, who was still a child at the time, was rumored to be insane in Shengjing, that is, the sky in Yecheng was high and the emperor was far away, so he kept this secret..."

"Hiding what?" A voice sounded.

Those present only felt that there was a hint of sarcasm in the indifference of the voice, but a handsome and gentle young man walked in, wearing a snow-white cassock, with his head bowed slightly when talking to the waiter, as peaceful as a February spring breeze.

"Floating jade!" Scar Li lost his voice.

Fuyu looked over in doubt, and after thinking for a while, she remembered: "It's you."

Scarred Li's face was like a pig's liver, without saying a word, he picked up the bag on the chair and turned his head to leave.

"So anxious?" Fuyu asked kindly, "Why don't you buy me a drink?"

"Please, please," Scar Li immediately turned back, looking at the waiter, "bring me the best wine in your store, I can afford it."

Fuyu sat in front of him and smiled when he heard this.

Scar Li didn't know why, but he had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't dare to leave, and sat back under Fuyu's gaze, as if on pins and needles.

The others were unaware, whispering.

"Is this the floating jade?"

"It looks like a handsome young man."

"Scar Li is lying. He is so gentle and polite, it really is a nonsense. When he saw him, Scar Li was so guilty that he was sweating."

Fuyu looked at the waiter pouring wine attentively, and said softly, "Thank you."

"It should be, it should be." The shop clerk said hastily.

Scarred Li said, "I've drunk this wine too, Fuyu...Master Fuyu, let's leave now?"

"You drink too." Fuyu picked up the wine and made a gesture to pour it for him.

"Wait, I'll do it myself." Scar Li immediately took the jug and carefully poured himself a small one.

Fuyu sighed: "Alright."

The people brought by Dao Scar Li looked at him jealously at this time, secretly hating that he was not the leader, and could be served by Master Fuyu, sitting and chatting with each other.

"I really didn't mean it before." Scar Li took a sip of his wine slowly, knowing that this matter cannot be bypassed, he said carefully, "It's all the grandson of Dong Er, I just remembered you because I just mentioned you Something old."

"It doesn't matter," Fuyu sighed again, "I don't care about it either."

"That's good, that's good," Scar Li wiped his sweat, his face suddenly changed, "You..."

"I pour you wine because there is poison in the wine, and I have an antidote pill in my hand," Fuyu said suspiciously, "It's just that you don't appreciate it."

Scar Li's face was pale, and blood was overflowing from his mouth: "You dare to poison and kill people..."

"Wrong," Fuyu took another sip of wine steadily, "I want to save you. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You refused, and I respect your wishes."

Scar Li fell down, and black blood flowed out from his seven orifices.

Although the people around were well-informed and many people had died in Night City recently, they couldn't help feeling terrified.

"Cough cough," Fuyu coughed suddenly, her handsome face was full of pain, and said weakly, "Your wine is really poisonous."

At this time, the shop owner came over in a hurry, and said with a mournful face: "This is the wine of the drug mouse in the shop, why did you take it out, young master, didn't you drink it?"

"Drink it," Fuyu opened his hand, "Fortunately, I am careful when I go out, and I take a detoxification pill after taking a sip. Unfortunately, the person on the other side doesn't believe me, otherwise today I will do good deeds every day to save lives. "

When he is not sneering or frivolous, he looks upright and beautiful, very gentlemanly, which makes people unconvincing.

People thought that he was the one who poisoned him, and deliberately teased Scar Li, but they didn't expect that he really carried the antidote with him, and wanted to give Scar Li a gift for nothing. Feel ashamed.

Fuyu refused the shopkeeper's compensation, took out the fan from his sleeve, propped it on the window, and jumped off the second floor of the teahouse.

Clothes fluttered, and the figure neatly landed on the carriage that just passed by on the street, bent over and walked in.

"What did I say?" Butcher Liu took a look at Scar Li, whose face was covered in black blood, and immediately looked away, "Master Fuyu is indeed the only remaining benevolent person in Night City. If you want me to say, Scar Li deserves it. Before he died, Master Fuyu extended a helping hand, which made him cheaper."

At this moment, Qiu Chengsha poured a cup of tea for the person in front of him on the stable-moving carriage: "Have you played enough?"

"I met an old enemy." Fuyu took the teacup and said leisurely, "The store took my gold, if you won't seal it..."

"I'll be watched." Qiucheng paused, and asked, "How did he offend you?" Ten years ago, he should have been in Gusu Temple.

Fuyu opened the curtain of the carriage, the sunlight swept over his face, and as he let go, his face disappeared into the shadows again.

"I can't remember clearly, if I kill it, I will kill it." Fuyu said lightly.

Ten years ago, Gusu Temple.

Little master Fuyu was much smarter and more transparent than other young monks. When he stood in front of the Buddha statue and lowered his eyebrows to chant scriptures, everyone believed that he would become a Buddha immediately.

It is often at this time that the incense in the temple is the most prosperous.

However, one winter, it was snowing heavily, and there were no pilgrims in the temple. After Fuyu finished reading today's scriptures and polished the golden Buddha statue, when he was about to leave, a drunk stumbled in.

"It's not from the whole mansion," the drunk hiccupped, "Fuyu. Hehe, Mr. Wan couldn't find anyone temporarily that day, so he dragged me to be the executioner. If it wasn't for hiccup, Concubine Zuo was in the execution ground I came here with the imperial decree, your beautiful head was chopped off by me at that time."

Fuyu looked indifferent, and wanted to bypass him and go out.

"Women's family of the whole mansion..." The drunk man leaned over, the smell of alcohol wafted into Fuyu's ears, and said something indistinctly.

"Really?" Fuyu turned her head and let the other party touch the back of her neck to measure the position of the beheading. With her right hand, she pulled out the dagger from the other party's waist, and with a flash of the knife, blood splashed on her fair face.

Seeing the drunk man pass out from pain, Fuyu didn't hesitate, just about to pull out the dagger again, but heard the faint voice of the abbot outside, so she had to retreat to the back.

……

Thinking back, Fuyu opened his eyes on the carriage, saw that Qiu Chengsha was still staring at him, and smiled: "What's wrong? Feel unreasonable?"

Qiu Chengsha thought in his heart that his expression just now was unbearable.