The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 667

  Chapter 667 Heaven's Creation

  The side door of the holy temple opened, and an elongated luxury car with a cedar silver medal on the front drove out of the holy temple.

   Those who know the goods will find that this is the exclusive car of the Holy Lord.

   As we all know, except for grand celebrations and the annual birthday celebration of the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord will never step out of the holy temple.

  What happened to the outside world that caused the Holy Lord to walk out of the holy temple on his own initiative.

  The car left the holy temple and sped westward all the way. The people on the street were all talking about the sudden appearance of the luxury car, guessing what happened to Gu Yuncheng.

   All the way to the largest hospital in Guyun City, the Yinjiawei who cleared the way quickly diverted the people in the hospital and retreated one after another.

   When the dean received the news, he rushed to the gate to greet him in a cold sweat.

  God knows that when he was notified that the Lord would arrive at the hospital in ten minutes, his heart almost jumped out of fright.

   Today is not April Fool's Day, isn't this a joke?

   Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his face was not so much surprised as frightened.

   Is there something wrong with the Holy Lord's body?

   While he was thinking wildly, the Holy Master's car stopped in front of the steps in front of the hospital hall. The driver's skills were so perfect that he could measure it accurately with a ruler.

  A tall young man came out from the co-pilot of the car, wearing the silver armor uniform of the Silver Armored Guards, with a handsome and ruthless face.

  The dean knew that this person was the leader of the Qinglong of the Yinjiawei.

  He hurriedly licked his face to meet him, but was stopped by the silver armored guard, whose eyes warned him not to be presumptuous.

  The dean stood aside with a embarrassed expression.

  Qinglong strode over and opened the rear door, the dean held his breath and widened his eyes.

  He only saw the heroic figure of the Holy Master from a distance at the birthday ceremony, and it was unforgettable in his life.

  Before the person saw it, he smelled a delicate fragrance. The dean swore that this was definitely the best smell he had ever smelled in his life. What kind of luxury perfume was so low.

   Immediately afterwards, a man in a gold robe embroidered with clouds bent down and walked out of the car. Waist-length black hair and a golden mask are always the standard equipment of the Holy Lord.

  Mysterious, cold and charming, like a **** looking down on all living beings, but there is a gentleness that penetrates into the bone marrow in every gesture.

   This is the life-long belief of the people of Shendu Kingdom, the Holy Lord who makes them worship devoutly.

  The dean knelt down on the ground with a "thud".

   "The villain has seen the Lord."

  The Holy Master didn't stay for a moment, the icy wind came from the flying clothes, wrapped in the enchanting cold fragrance, and came towards the face. The dean was stunned in place. At that moment, his soul didn't know where to go.

   Looking up again, the Holy Master had already gone far away, and the dean quickly got up to catch up.

  The emergency room has long been surrounded by silver armored guards, and even a fly cannot fly in.

  The Dean realized at this time that the Holy Master seemed to come for someone else.

  Who is it that can ask the Holy Lord to come and visit him in person?

  Holy Lord glanced at Qinglong, who immediately replied: "Baihu is already on his way with people."

  Although he couldn't see the face of the Holy Master clearly, the dean felt that the Holy Master seemed anxious at the moment.

  The dean hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "Holy Lord, can you let the villain go in and have a look? The villain graduated from the seminary medical class."

  Holy Lord seemed to be looking at him, the dean quickly lowered his head.

  He guessed in his heart that the person inside must be someone that the Lord values ​​very much, and if he doesn't let him see it, he doesn't trust him.

  At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps came, and Bai Hu rushed over with an old man with a white beard. After saluting, Bai Hu quickly took the old man into the emergency room.

  The dean recognized this old man as the legendary genius doctor Mo Chan.

   Time passed by every minute and every second. The dean saw that the Lord had maintained a posture and had not moved for more than ten minutes. His waist was sore from standing, and his calves were shaking. He couldn't help admiring the Lord's endurance.

  Finally, the door of the emergency room opened, and Mo Chan came out and sighed, "He was poisoned by a strange poison. If you don't know the formula of the poison, you can't develop an antidote."

  The air seemed to freeze for a moment, Mo Chan touched his beard, "But give me some time, I can develop an antidote."

   "How long?" The Holy Master's voice was unbelievably gentle, but it was inexplicably frightening.

   "Seven days, give me seven days. During these seven days, I will hang his life with thousand-year-old ginseng. Whether he can survive it depends on his fortune."

  Although he is a genius doctor, there are times when he is powerless.

  The hands under the wide sleeves of the Holy Lord clenched and loosened, and the white and tender palms had already been pinched with red marks.

  The silver armored guards cleared away all the people, and the Lord slowly opened the door of the emergency room.

  The man was lying on the hospital bed with a pale complexion, seemingly soundless.

  She walked over slowly and bent down, brushing the man's brows with her pale fingertips, and the faces of thousands of deep dreams day and night appeared clearly in front of her eyes.

  Flipping her wrist, a dagger appeared in her palm. With five fingers clenched on the handle, she aimed at her delicate left wrist and struck down without hesitation.

   "Holy Master, don't..." Qinglong's eyes were about to burst, and he hurriedly stopped it.

  The Holy Master ignored it, a cold light flashed, the delicate skin was scratched by the sharp dagger, and blood flowed out instantly.

  The Lord threw away the dagger, pinched the man's jaw with his right hand, opened his mouth, and pointed his wrist at his mouth, all the fresh blood flowed into his mouth.

  The drowsy man suddenly frowned uncomfortably, brushing his brows with soft fingertips, all of the anxiety and uneasiness in the dream were soothed, miraculously, the man calmed down.

  Nan En got the news and rushed to the hospital.

   This matter was strange, on the way he told Robbie to investigate thoroughly, maybe it was a conspiracy to separate him and the Lord.

  The hospital was guarded by silver armored guards, and he couldn't get in at all.

   Not long after, the Silver Armored Guard carried a person into the car, and Nan En recognized that person as Bo Yuxun.

  Seeing that the person is still alive, Nan En breathed a sigh of relief.

  Although he hated the existence of this person, but if the person was really about to die, things would get serious.

   Then the Lord came out.

  Nan En said immediately: "I hope you can listen to my explanation."

  Holy Master stopped in his tracks and glanced at him indifferently.

  The great general who was in his thirties and wielded the military power in his hands, became a bit at a loss at this moment, like a child who did something wrong.

  Holy Master waved his hand, and the Silver Armored Guards immediately dispersed, leaving only two people around.

  Nan En's face brightened, and he immediately walked up to her: "It really has nothing to do with me that he had an accident. I just feel bad in my heart and want to teach him a lesson. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that an accident would happen to him. You have to believe me."

   "If he dies, I will kill you." The Lord stated the words that shocked Nan En in a calm tone.

  Nan En smiled bitterly: "I believe you can do this."

   In her bones, she is a crazy person, although she hides it very well.

  But the person who made her crazy was not him.

  This cognition made Nan En extremely painful.

   "You better hope he's okay."

  Holy Master turned around and got into the car, the exhaust fumes whizzed away.

  Nan En stood there in a daze. The sun at the end of February was like a light bulb in a refrigerator. There was no warmth, only a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

   Suzaku walked out of the hall with a worried expression on his face, while Bai Hu leaned against the pillar with his arms crossed.

   "Do you have any doubts in your heart?"

  Suzaku glanced at him: "Mr. Bo's last meal before the accident, there was something wrong with the person who delivered the meal. The final point of investigation went straight to General Guien. All the evidence is perfect. However, this is the biggest loophole of the other party."

"Well, the general wouldn't do such a shameless thing. It seems that there is a third hand that has been watching secretly. Your intelligence work is not enough. The Holy Master is very angry this time, tsk tsk... But Had a good time without you."

   "To each other." Suzaku started to leave.

Baihu immediately went up and put it on his shoulder: "Brother, what do you think is the relationship between this man and the Holy Master? This is the first time I have seen the Holy Master lose such a temper. It really scared me to death. If you are a brother, give me a hug." Let me be mentally prepared."

   Suzaku shook his shoulders, let go of Baihu's hand, and said coldly, "You're so smart, can't you figure it out?"

   "This...." Bai Hu rubbed his hands together: "It can't be an old lover, right? That would be exciting."

   Suzaku snorted coldly: "You want to be punished for discussing the Holy Master's private affairs indiscriminately."

   "Hey... This holy temple is really too quiet and boring. It's exciting to do something. What kind of **** drama at eight o'clock, I like to watch it the most."

   Suzaku looked at him like he was looking at a madman: "You are really afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

   "Hey, brother reminds you, the person who wants to make trouble must be someone who knows the old relationship between Mr. Bo and the Holy Master. What is this trick called...?"

  Bai Hu rubbed his chin: "Divorce, General Nan En is so miserable, he has become a tool man to be used because of his infatuation."

   "You said that among us Silver Armored Guards, who else can know these top-secret information?"

   Suzaku's eyes darken, Baihu is reminding him that there are traitors under his command.

   "Crown Prince Sangluo has been away to the seminary for half a month, and he is coming back soon. I should start preparing for the saintess. Alas, it's not easy to worry about every day."

  Bai Hu walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

  Suzaku returned to the office and called up the members' daily reports. The daily whereabouts of these members must be written and submitted in a daily report. When and when they went, where they met and who they met must be recorded. This is the self-cultivation of intelligence personnel.

  When reading a person's daily report, Suzaku's sensitive nerves noticed something abnormal.

  He immediately picked up the landline, "Check someone."

  Mo Chan walked into the holy temple, but didn't dare to look too much. After being led into the hall by the silver armored guards, he went to the bedside to feel the pulse of the man on the bed.

  The old man frowned his gray eyebrows, and sighed after a while.

   "The poison in his body has been cured."

  Mo Chan looked at the shadowy figure behind the bead curtain: "You can't see blood in your body, otherwise your life will be shortened if you lose your energy and blood."

   "It will be good if the poison is cured, Mr. Mo will show him again, but what problems are there?"

   "He has no problem, but you have a big problem."

   A soft cough sounded from behind the bead curtain, "I'm fine."

  Mo Chan got up, walked over to push aside the bead curtain, and firmly grasped the Lord's wrist to feel his pulse.

"He said it's okay, let's see how messed up your qi and blood are? The good fortune of heaven gave you a chance to survive from a desperate situation, but you didn't cherish it at all. You just ruined your body like this. I saved you in vain. gone."

   "Did Mr. Mo regret saving me back then?"

  Mo Lao snorted coldly, helped her to lie down, and the blood of Qihai and Guan Yuan injected into her body.

   "Stop talking, take care of your general from today, and you still have a chance to grow old with your little lover."

  Landa sat in front of the mirror in a daze, combing her hair for half an hour, while Ah Wu was dying of panic.

   "What's the date today?" Landa asked suddenly.

   "His Royal Highness, today is March 3rd. There is a lion dance festival here on March 3rd, which is very lively. If you feel bored, go shopping in the street."

  His Royal Highness the Princess has been ridden with rumors, and has been eliminated as a candidate for the Crown Prince. Since then, Ah Wu has never seen the Princess smile.

   "It's time for her to come back." Landa murmured.

   "What did you say, Your Highness Princess?"

  Landa put on an exquisite makeup for herself, chose a gorgeous dress, and left the palace by car.

  The street is very lively, and the people are cheering and celebrating the upcoming saint, and enthusiasm can be seen everywhere.

  Landa found that the people of this country are very keen on holding various celebrations, and even the cold winter can't stop their enthusiasm.

   After watching for a while, she seemed to be infected too, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

  The prince's car was intercepted when it entered the city.

  Ming Jing frowned when he saw the woman blocking the car, and said to Sang Luo: "Prince, don't blame me, this subordinate will take her away."

  Sang Luo smiled and said, "Princess Landa really loves you deeply, don't let me down."

  Ming Jing took a deep look at him, turned around and got out of the car.

   "Gu Zhe." Landa rushed over in surprise, crashed into Ming Jing's arms, and hugged her full.

  Ming Jing sighed from the bottom of his heart, put his arms around her shoulders, and stabilized his figure.

"How did you come?"

  The car passed by slowly. Inside the car, although Sang Luo was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold.

   "Go back." Turning his gaze, he didn't take another look.

  The rearview mirror reflects a pair of Bi people, drifting away.

   "I miss you, long time no see, do you miss me?"

  Landa raised her head, looked at the person in front of her, raised her finger and put it on her lips: "Don't answer me, I just want you to have a good day with me today."

   Ming Jing didn't know how to face her, and finally nodded: "Okay."

  Landa took her hand happily: "Let's go shopping, I want to buy clothes, I want to eat all over Guyun City."

   On this day, Landa seemed to be extra energetic. She wandered all over the streets and alleys of Guyun City, and as she said, ate all kinds of snacks in Guyun City.

   "Wow, why haven't I seen this charcoal fish before? What a strange way to eat it."

  Randa was astonished as if she had discovered a new continent.

The boss introduced: "This twin charcoal fish is a unique way of eating in Guyun City. As the saying goes, big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimps. The Shoukang fish, but it was cold and frozen before March, and the fish were hiding in the bottom of the sea, and only in March when the spring flowers bloom, these fish will jump to the surface of the sea, so there is a saying that they eat flower fish on March 3."

  Guyun City faces the sea on three sides, and the fishery is well-developed, so it is particularly particular about eating fish.

  Landa took a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it in front of Ming Jing, when she suddenly thought of something, she looked a little embarrassed, and took the fish back: "I forgot that you don't eat meat, it's really a sin."

  Landa ate the fish in embarrassment, secretly looking at the mirror on the opposite side of her eyes.

  Ming Jing said indifferently: "Where do you want to go next?"

   "Go to the Bridge of Beauty, I heard that you can make a wish there."

  After eating the fish, Landa took the mirror to the Beauty Bridge again, "This is the southernmost point of the land, and it is rumored that this is also the place closest to the gods. As long as you make a wish sincerely, the gods will fulfill your wish."

  Under the night sky, a few stars twinkle in the sky.

  Landa looked at the people around her, closed her eyes and put her palms together.

  When he opened his eyes again, he smiled and said, "What do you think I wished?"

   "It won't work if you say it."

  Landa took Ming Jing's arm: "Then let it be hidden in my heart forever, and you send me back."

  Ming Jing took off his coat and put it on her body: "Okay."

  Landa looked at the shadows of the two people on the ground: "Mirror."

  Ming Jing paused.

"Um."

   "Are you from Huaguo?"

"Yes."

   "In my lifetime, I really want to go to that country to have a look. It must be a very good place to raise a beautiful person like you."

"there will be chances in the future."

   "Then we have agreed, you must take me to see it in the future."

"it is good."

   "There is a saying in your Hua country, a gentleman can't follow a word."

   "I will take you back, you trust me."

  Landa held her arm, with a happy smile on her face: "Then I'll wait."

  Arrived outside the palace, Landa staggered abruptly, holding on to the car door so as not to fall.

  Ming Jing frowned, looking at her flushed face: "Are you feeling unwell?"

   "It's okay, I may be...too tired, you should go back quickly, otherwise Prince Sang Luo will definitely ask me to ask for help."

  Ming Jing got out of the car, felt her pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's just a common cold. I'll take you home."

   After saying that, Landa was picked up by the waist, and strode into the palace.

  Landa was lying on the bed, looking at the people close at hand, pulling her sleeves, and asked softly, "Do you have any family?"

  Ming Jing was stunned for a moment, the dashing and agile Princess Landa seemed a little emotional and fragile at the moment.

  Ming Jing nodded.

   "It must be very lucky to be your family."

   Ming Jing shook his head, "You are wrong, it is their misfortune to become my family."

  Landa looked at her seriously, and smiled: "Although you are sitting right in front of my eyes, I can catch you as soon as I reach out."

  Landa said and grabbed Ming Jing's hand.

   "But what does this mean? I can never catch your heart, that feeling is too painful."

  This is the pain of your family too.

  You understand everything, but you just watch. You have the most compassionate heart, but you are so cruel.

  But I can't even hate you.

  Ming Jing frowned suddenly, and she suddenly raised her head to look at Landa on the bed.

  Landa looked at her calmly.

  Ming Jing suddenly fell to the ground, and Landa caught the girl's soft body and put her on the bed.

  She quietly looked at the unconscious girl.

   "Your vigilance is too high, I have to make a bad move. I'm sorry, Ming Spiegel. I wish you happiness more than anyone else."

  She walked to a corner, took a water glass and poured out the burning incense in the cage.

  The door was pushed open, and a man dressed in cold came in, bending over to hug the person on the bed.

   "Don't touch her." Landa rushed over like a hen guarding chicks, glaring at the man.

   "Keep your dirty hands off her."

   Qinglong gave her a cold look, "What do you want?"

   "You stinky men, don't try to touch her finger. If the Holy Lord finds out, she will chop off your finger. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

  Qinglong snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

  Landa wrapped Ming Jing in a cloak, and it didn't take much effort to carry her on her back. She was much lighter than expected.

  Every step she took, scenes of her acquaintance with Ming Jing involuntarily popped up in Landa's mind.

   It took a few steps to reach the door, but she almost exhausted her courage all her life.

  The cold wind whistling outside the door blurred Landa's eyes.

  Shen Xiangxiang was almost insane, she really couldn't stand it for a moment.

  Finally, that night, she met Xu Zumiao.

   "Miss Xu, you are here to rescue me, right?"

  Although there is no shortage of food or drink here, the long-term imprisonment has made her mentally collapse.

  Xu Zumiao opened the sensor door of the prison, and stood at the door condescendingly looking down at the embarrassed Shen Xiangxiang.

   "I beg the leader to let you out, this time you don't want to cause trouble for me again."

   "I know, I will absolutely abide by my law and order, and will not cause trouble for you." Shen Xiangxiang immediately raised his hands as a guarantee.

  Xu Zumiao's eyes flickered slightly, "Come with me."

  (end of this chapter)

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