nights. The bloody sea, the broken land, the dead and eerie towering buildings in the distance, and the frightening red moon in the sky looked not like the place where the gods lived, but rather like...outside the Buddhist temple.

"what was that just now" Lu Wuwei frowned at the Buddhist temple and asked questioningly.

"I don't know." Guan shook his head and looked aside at Zuo Qing. "what do you mean he's changing my brother's life"

Zuo Qing turned his back to them, gazed at the door of the Buddhist temple, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes showed deep sadness and pain, and did not answer this question.

he knew that Ye Fan had succeeded.

squeak!

the door of the Buddhist temple slowly opened, and a black figure stood behind the door, looking up at the golden sun in the sky, like an idol out of the dust. Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes and dripped gently to the ground.

his chest, a glazed heart is shining.

seeing that face, Lu inaction and Guan stood still at the same time.

looked at him blankly, with an unprecedented shock in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. "

" does not mean that. Is he dead " Shut in a hoarse opening.

Zuo Qing did not speak.

when he came to his senses, he quickly stepped up the last step and rushed to the figure in front of the Buddhist temple. This time, Zuoqing did not stop him.

"Brother Zhou Ping!" He shouted at the figure.

Zhou Ping turned his head slightly, and in the sun, his face, full of tears, was full of guilt and sadness.

"shut up in elder brother."

Guan ran in front of him, with a sincere smile on his face. "Brother Zhou Ping, I'm glad you're all right!"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a long time, and a touch of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

he shook his head and said:

"Guan Jae …" Now, I want to be alone. "

shut in a daze.

Zhou Ping's right foot was raised and gently crossed the threshold of the Buddhist temple. A slightly untraceable sword flashed by, breaking the space, and he disappeared in the same place.

Guan stood in the same place blankly. After Zhou Ping left, his eyes followed the gate of the Buddhist temple and looked in.

in the solemn and magnificent Buddhist temple, the figures of the six heroes have disappeared, and

only a golden Buddha with a closed eyes and a smile is left sitting quietly on the ground, without any vitality.

the pupil closed suddenly contracted!

.

Xijin.

the third uncle's local cuisine restaurant.

the figure in black stepped out of nothingness and stood at the door of this short and old local restaurant.

this local restaurant is located on the edge of the alley, the sign has been yellowed by the wind and the sun, and the menu posted at the door is dilapidated. Fortunately, the restaurant has a good reputation in the eyes of regular customers. Even if the location is remote, some guests are still willing to come here once in a while to eat.

the shop is open. Standing under the steps at the door of the store, Zhou Ping could clearly hear several guests in the store talking and laughing, saying that what kind of award their children got at school yesterday, and that the bricks on the construction site were particularly hot today, so he planned to take his wife and children to the city center to eat out in a few days, but there were no tickets in his pocket yet.

there is a strong aroma of vegetables in the air, which is the pungent aroma of stir-fried green pepper and minced garlic, the sweet and greasy aroma of rock sugar in oil, and the delicious smell of fried meat with onions. These aromas are mixed with the gossip between the guests' mouths, giving off a unique and reassuring breath.

this is the smell of the city, this is the smell of the world of mortals.

this is his home.

Zhou Ping stood under the steps, looking at his third uncle, who was busy cooking and serving dishes in the store, his heart was complicated and heavy.

my third uncle had just brought the guest a plate of fried meat with onions. As soon as he looked back, he saw Zhou Ping standing under the steps like a nerd, with a frown.

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"you know how to come back, boy" The third uncle grinned.

Zhou Ping opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

my third uncle gave a tut when he saw that Zhou Ping was motionless.

"what are you doing standing at the door Come on in and help! There are a lot of guests today. Uncle, I have been a boss, a cook and a waiter these days. I am so busy. "

my third uncle wiped his greasy hands on his apron, walked quickly down the steps, grabbed the stunned Zhou Ping by the wrist, and went to the shop.

as he walked, he complained incessantly:

"you only asked me for a month's leave. How many months have passed" I thought you weren't going to come back. I can tell you first, these months' salary. I'm going to deduct you two hundred dollars! "

"by the way, the boy you found to replace your surname Ye is also unreliable! After helping here for less than a month, he secretly ran away. The dishes can't be washed clean, the floor can't be cleaned, and I don't know what else to do.

or my eldest nephew! "

Zhou Ping was dragged into the room by him, then the third uncle let him go and walked quickly into the back kitchen, leaving him standing there alone, a little at a loss.

"Yo, Xiao Zhou is back" A regular customer who had just arrived saw Zhou Ping and smiled. "order me some fried vegetables and fried shredded pork with Zizania caduciflora." Tell your third uncle, give me some more shredded meat! "

Zhou Ping subconsciously picked up some vegetable books from the small table, wrote down two dishes with a ballpoint pen, and then walked quickly to the back kitchen.

in the fragrant smell of cooking and laughter, everything seems to have returned to the original.

there are indeed a lot of guests today.

by the time Zhou Ping finished his work and sat down at his desk, it was almost 02:00.

he sat at the table near the door, his sleeves still rolled up, staring blankly at the alley and the sky at the end of the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

my third uncle came out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Ping's miraculous appearance. After a moment of silence, he went back to the kitchen.

just then, a figure appeared at the door of the local restaurant.

when Zhou Ping saw the man, he was suddenly stunned.

Zuo Qing, dressed in casual clothes, walked leisurely up the steps of the local restaurant, pushed open the door and walked in.

"is it you" Zhou Ping knows Zuo Qing.

Zuo Qing smiled. He looked at the menu next to him and said, "can you order me a scrambled egg with tomato"

. And a bowl of rice. "

Zhou Ping paused, "Yes."

he got up and sent the written menu to the kitchen, while Zuo Qing sat alone in the empty storefront, looking straight around.

before long, Zhou Ping came out with a plate of vegetables and a large bowl of white rice.

put the dish in front of Zuo Qing, and Zhou Ping sat quietly opposite him.

"how did you know I was here" Zhou Ping asked.

Zuo Qing took out a pair of chopsticks from the basket nearby, poured tomato scrambled eggs on the rice, stirred and said, "this is the only place you can go."

"I know. I shouldn't have left at this time, but. " Zhou Ping paused, with a low look in his eyes. "I'm very confused now."

"I understand." Zuoqing nodded. "I'm here just to give you a few words."

"message"

"what Ye Fan wants to say to you."g fish, dressed in black robes, stood ghostly in front of the canoe, under the broad hood, a pair of gray eyes, staring indifferently at the king's face.there is a scar on his forehead, and his temper...