C229 Continued skirmish

high total, enemies don't get together, seems like we still have to continue fighting.

Old Gao, you're my wife's ex-husband now. Holy shit, I inherited your legacy. Zywane cursed at Gao.

Zywane thought back to the time when he fought He Ying, and he mentioned that he would remarry. Zywane, he wondered how the marriage between and was going. If it was a man like this who attracted young girls, then it would be fine. But if it was a woman who attracted mature people, especially a woman like Zhang Xiaobo who had experienced many shocks, the chances of success were not high, or he would have to put in a lot of effort.

He had not heard any news about him recently, so he guessed that Zhongtian's internal affairs were enough to keep him busy. He hoped that he, Zhongtian and the newly-invested tourist resort project would not die. After all, they were all business people and it wasn't easy to do business.

After finishing his call, Zywane went straight to the long distance bus station of the Xingzhou and got on the long distance bus that went straight to the Zhoushan.

Sitting on the bus heading east, Zywane suddenly thought of He Ying, sometimes he thought of San Ren, sometimes he thought of Chen Yao. He did not know why he was so insistent on going to Mount Potala to find Chen Yao, was it to fulfill his responsibilities as a friend? Was it for the justice in his heart? Or … Zhang Wei could not bear to continue thinking about it.

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, the carriage arrived at Zhoushan. Zywane then went straight to the Shendo Ferry and boarded a speedboat to Putuo Mountain.

Sitting in the speedboat and looking out the window at the splashing waves, Zywane sighed with emotion.

Three months ago, when he and He Ying drove over to Zhoushan, they almost planned to come to Mount Potala. At that time, he had still wanted to think about what kind of feeling it would have if he and San Ren came here together. He had never thought that he would fail at that time. Now, he was the one who bought a boat to the east. He was on his own at the Buddhist Mountain and Sea, the Blessed Buddha Kingdom.

Looking at the several islands in the boundless sea, Zywane suddenly felt desolate. The sea was boundless, a small boat could be seen, the corners of the sea and the horizon. He felt like duckweed, feeling the oil in his heart at a loss. This was probably the idea of the Buddha who had built the first temple in Mount Potala. Heaven's Cliff, the Horn of the Sea. With a sense of sorrow in his heart, he left in a few years.

Around 3pm, the boat arrived at Putuo Mountain. After getting off the boat, Zhang Wei didn't have the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Putuo. He rushed to the Little Western Mountain Scenic Spot to the west of the temple.

Arriving at the Little Western Mountain Scenic Spot, he discovered that there were many nunneries scattered among the jungle and mountain slopes.

Putuo Mountain visitors, the four seasons of the year, are in high season.

Zywane walked through the crowd of tourists and looked around, but he still could not find the Cloud House. Just as he was panicking, a nun walked up to him. Zhang Wei greeted her respectfully and asked, "Master, is there a place called Cloud House here?"

That nun quickly returned the greeting, and replied with her eyes lowered: "Isn't the Cloud House that benefactor spoke of just behind you on the left?"

Hearing that, Zywane quickly turned his head to look and sure enough, on the left side of the road, there was a huge tree that covered the sky. A small temple was situated there and the words Cloud House could be faintly seen through the cover of the leaves.

He couldn't find it anywhere. It was right in front of him, right in front of him.

Zhang Wei thanked the nun and rushed back to Cloud House.

The room was quiet, not many visitors were coming in. A incense burner in the center of the courtyard was lit, and the sound of wooden fish being beaten could be heard from the room to the left.

Zywane followed the voice and saw a nun sitting in a meditative pose, reciting a scripture.

Noticing that he was cultivating, Zywane did not dare to disturb him. He snuck into another room and peeked around the room. However, he did not see anything out of the ordinary.

Zywane arrived at the last door. He looked inside and saw that it was the nun's room.

"How may I help you, sir?" As Zywane was watching, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him, startling him.

Zhang Wei hurriedly turned around and saw the nun who was meditating a moment ago. She was around 40 years old and was asking Zhang Wei with one hand clasped.

Zhang Wei quickly bowed. "Master, I am not here to casually look at the nuns' sleeping rooms. I came from afar to look for another benefactor."

The nun extended her hand to pay her respects. "Then may Sir please come to the teahouse and have a seat. Tell me in detail."

Zhang Wei followed the nun into the tea room. The nun poured some tea for him and brought it over with both hands.

Zhang Wei hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, master. May I have your honorific title, Master?"

The nun quickly bowed. "Benefactor is too courteous. I am called Hui Kong, and am the host of this monastery. May I ask if benefactor is here to find —"

Zhang Wei quickly bowed and replied, "Greetings Master Hui Kong, I am here to find a friend. May I ask if there is anyone else in the esteemed temple?"

Hui Kong replied: "We have a total of five people. The other four all went out to swim, and I'm the only one left at home to guard."

"No other patron lives here?" Zywane asked.

Hui Kong answered: "No, I will never accept guests to stay for the night."

Hearing that, Zywane's heart turned cold. Oh no, he had incorrectly analyzed that Chen Yao was not here, it had all been a waste for him to walk.

Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became depressed.

Seeing Zywane's reaction, Hui Kong said to Zywane, "Since benefactor has come, there must be a reason why you came. There must be a reason why you came as well.

Hearing this, hope rose in Zywane's heart once again. He hurriedly asked, "May I ask Master, how many hams are there in this area?"

Hui Kong replied, "In this generation of the Little Western Paradise, there are a total of sixty-six to thirty-six nunneries. Adding them to the nunneries from other places, there are a total of ninety-nine nunneries.

Hearing this, Zywane's heart turned even colder. There were so many of them. Who knew which one they were in?

Just as he was hesitating, Hui Kong said: "Since benefactor has come from afar, it is for the sake of sincerity, which is sincerity.

Zhang Wei hurriedly replied, "I'm willing to listen to Grandmaster's advice."

Hui Kong said: "Almsgiver can first look for your friend in a nearby area. I will contact a nearby area's temple to help you find your friend's whereabouts."

Zywane was extremely happy, he grabbed onto Hui Kong's hand and thanked him, "Thank you Master, my friend's name is Chen Yao, he is a Female donor."

Hui Kong immediately stood back and bowed, "Amitabha, please take care of yourself."

Only then did Zywane realize his impoliteness. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, master. Please forgive me."

Hui Kong lowered his head, "Amitabha, good, good … "Sir, please go by yourself. Sir, please come tomorrow at noon. This Penniless Priest will inform you of the results of your search."

Zywane quickly expressed his gratitude and left the Cloud House.

After exiting, Zhang Wei started to sweat profusely. Damn, I was almost seen as a frivolous disciple by Master Hui Kong, how embarrassing.

Then, Zywane followed a winding mountain road through the jungle, a family of nuns looking for him.

There were many nunneries here, but none of them were large. There were at most 10 rooms in each room, and the smallest were only 5.

Zhang Wei checked every nunnery before asking the host. However, there were only one answer to his queries, no Female donor called Chen Yao had come here and no one knew who Chen Yao was.

Looking at the gradually dimming sun and the gradually dimming tourists, Zywane's heart became heavier and heavier. His body became more and more tired. A wave of loneliness and desolation once again surged in his heart.

Zywane walked to a nunnery at dusk with increasingly heavy footsteps.

The sun was about to set in the west, and the interior was unusually quiet and lonely. Zhang Wei looked around at the aged pine and cypress. He could not help but think of the Southern Shaolin that Gu Long had written in Chu Liuxiang. Those old lamps and buddhas, the shining bluestones in the courtyard, and the lonely and long night behind them.

Was it worth the trouble? I don't know. Zywane walked into the yard with a sorrowful expression on his face. The ancient window frame exuded a faint fragrance of sandalwood as it slowly followed Zywane's footsteps.

Suddenly, Zywane heard a whisper by his ear. He stopped in his tracks, thinking that he was hearing things, or perhaps the Buddha was being merciful and had found the root of his wits. Was he going to change it a little? Zywane looked around, but did not see any sign of a miracle. He looked depressed.

The sound seemed to have come from a room. Zywane stealthily covered the window frame with a green cloth with cigarette smoke curling inside. A girl was kneeling on a prayer mat. In front of him was a scripture book. Under the dim light of the setting sun, it was Yi's exceptionally beautiful silhouette. In the chanting of the Buddhist chant, Yi's face seemed to be glowing. Other than the scriptures, there was nothing else.

This was the first time Zywane saw a girl chanting today. The others were all silent as they sat there. At this moment, Zywane's heart was as calm as still water. Anxiety gushed out from his body and the scorching heat of the late spring turned into a cool world in the blink of an eye.

Zywane felt a heavy weight on his feet. He turned around and sat down on the stairs to the chamber to take a rest.

Listening to the girl in the room whispering to each other, thinking of Chen Yao's disappearance, thinking of how she had worked so hard to achieve nothing, thinking of how she had fallen into love, thinking of how San Ren was also a devout follower of the Buddha and was no longer connected to them anymore, she couldn't help but feel sad and sad …

After a long while, Zywane sat there silently, until the door of the chamber was opened and the cultivation girl was standing behind him.

"May I ask for your advice? "I, Ni Huinan, am very polite."

It was a 30-year-old nun with delicate features. Although she was wearing nun clothes, her beauty and youth couldn't be concealed.

Zywane immediately explained the reason for his visit, and described Chen Yao's appearance in detail.

Hui Nan thought for a bit: "There are a lot of patrons who come here every day, and there are also an endless stream of Female donor s who request to be exiled. However, the nunneries in this area all exceed their capacity to accept and are no longer generally accepted.

Hearing this, Zhang Wei's fatigue was completely swept away. He almost jumped up in joy, but he did not dare to hold his hand anymore. "Great, master, can you tell me the details?"

"About a week ago, a Female donor with the same appearance as that described by Almsgiver. He looked haggard. When he came to our monastery, he asked about some matters …"

Zhang Wei was startled, Chen Yao really wanted to go out?

"Although this Female donor looks haggard, he has a noble and graceful temperament. Looking at her appearance and words, he seems to be hurt by them, breaking away from worldly affairs, wanting to put an end to the worries of the mortal world, coming here for the rest of his life," Hui Nan continued: "Female donor said that as long as this place can accept her, she will go back to take care of the family's aftermath, arrange for the family's business, and then come here to focus on cultivation …"

"And then?" Zhang Wei asked anxiously.