At half past six, morning class ends.

Zhao Jian lowered his head and tried to wrap his two snow-white long legs in a monk's robe. While fighting with the monk's robe, a shadow suddenly cast in front of Zhao Jian.

She looked up in a daze, and then an old man with white hair and beard stood in front of him in a cassock.

Zhao Jian knew that this was Master Huiren, the abbot of Baiyun Temple. She quickly bowed. Although she did not believe in Buddhism, she still had the etiquette she should have.

Master Huiren looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered and sang the Buddha's name for a moment, "Amitabha, donor, put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

Zhao Jian's heart suddenly shook, "Why did the master say this?"

Master Huiren smiled, with a smile that saved all living beings, which made people unable to see through.

He heard him whisper softly: "Love and desire are like walking against the wind, and there will be troubles of burning hands, and the donor will do it himself."

Zhao Jian was even more puzzled, but the old monk turned around and left.

She turned to look at Seven, but he looked thoughtful.

This time, Zhao Jian didn't stay on the mountain for long. After breakfast, she went down the mountain. She still had a lot of things to do.

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Jian kept thinking about Master Huiren's words, but after thinking about it, she still didn't understand. She decided to take the time to buy a few scriptures to study them. Maybe she could understand the unfathomable Buddhist words.

One day passed, two days later, Ji Rufeng still did not come back and did not call her. Instead, several hotel bosses contacted her and informed her of the whereabouts of several people.

Zhao Jian took people to wait for the rabbit, and within two days, he captured all the people.

Seeing the few people tied up, Lin Mei asked: "Miss, what should I do?"

"Are you ready for the cage?"

Linmei suddenly laughed, "I'm ready."

"You go and do it."

"Get orders!"

Lin Mei laughed loudly, dragged one with one hand, and threw the person into the cage. Zhao Jian took a photo and sent it to Zhao Cheng, warning him to be more content.

Zhao Cheng has been very calm recently. He has injuries on his face and body, so it is not convenient to meet people. He can only stay in the room every day.

When leaving the hotel, Zhao Jian kindly helped them to check in so as not to cause too much expenses.

"Where are you going now?" asked Masami.

Without those people's eyeing him, Zhao Jian felt that the air was a little fresher.

She smiled and said, "You guys are on vacation. I'll go out for a while and don't have to follow me."

"But……"

Zhao Jian smiled and drove into the airport in the glorious morning car.

At the same time, Ji Rufeng rubbed his face hard, picked up the seal and put the chapter in the lower right corner of the painting. He stretched his waist and worked for a few days. Finally, it was over.

After putting away the painting, Ji Rufeng took out his phone and looked at it, and then he realized that the phone had been turned off.

While finding the charger to charge, he took the bun handed over by Wang Feng and stuffed it into his mouth, asking, "Where is Ah Jian? What are you doing these days?"

Wang Feng said Zhao Jian’s itinerary recently, and Ji Rufeng’s movement of biting the bun froze, “She didn’t look for me?”

"That...you don't know?"

"What do you know?"

Wang Feng wiped his face and said carefully: "Ms. Zhao has been here, it's the first night."

Ji Rufeng raised his eyebrows, "Why don't I know?"

"I heard from Xiao Zhang who was on the verge of the night."

"Oh, why didn't she come in?"

Wang Feng looked at him sympathetically, thinking that based on the previous few movements, this time it would never be small. He kindly reminded: "Boss, if I remember correctly, Miss Jiang was on duty that night."
Chapter completed!