Chapter 140: Medical Examination

Xie Gensheng still went to bring his mother home. Along the way, Liu Manzhi kept stealing glances at her son’s expression and asking cautiously, “Son, I didn’t cause you any trouble, did I?”

Xie Gensheng remained silent the entire journey. Once they reached home, he finally lost patience. “Mother, don’t I usually give you money to spend? Why did you go and extort money from someone else’s child?”

“Was it that little slut Lu Jianwei who told you? If it weren’t for her, the police wouldn’t have taken me away today,

After settling with Duan Jiaojiao to meet for lunch, I hung up the phone, floored the accelerator, and raced all the way to the foot of Victoria City.

In an instant—or, more precisely, in less than the blink of an eye—Han Jinyong saw more than a hundred men fall beneath the enemy’s muskets. They collapsed before the battle lines, becoming a wall of human flesh that shielded the foreigners from bullets and cannon fire.

If Yang Dagui were so easy to bully, he would never have struck me—a student—in front of the principal and teachers that day. And today, he probably would not have been so blatantly disrespectful as to deliberately arrive late.

Actually, I wanted to pay the bill, but Zhou Hao refused to let me. He said that as the leader, he ought to foot the bill; otherwise, I would be slighting him, and we could no longer be brothers.

This was the first time I had learned that Brother Bao had a double. I had almost never been able to involve myself in his daily life or work, but however you looked at it, I was still his brother. Yet I had not known the slightest thing about his having a substitute.

Food was eaten one bite at a time, and people grew up one day at a time. The older heroes present probably understood that the young had ideas and aspirations of their own. After exchanging glances and gesturing to one another, they simply told the young men standing behind them to wait outside.

With a change of hand seals, three enormous swords shot toward Lan Zhan at once. Before Lan Zhan had time to react, they had already surrounded him.

Only then did I realize that we were still lying in the rooftop conservatory of the hotel. Above us stretched an unobstructed sky, while beneath us was merely a “temporary bed” made by pushing two reclining chairs together.

Zhang Zhankui kept to the edge as he walked, pointing toward the direction beyond the reach of the lamplight and firelight. Master and disciple would conceal themselves there.

“Another hero. Ma Yukun was a hero, Nie Shicheng was a hero. In your eyes, are there no cowards or good-for-nothings?” Cao Fudi asked.

“We haven’t fully opened the market yet. Once the Jiangcheng Food Festival is over, we’ll be able to expand comprehensively. By then, who knows how many star-rated hotels will be offering exorbitant prices to buy our products?” Li Zhiyuan said confidently.

How could it be so wonderful? The sensation made her feel as though she were basking in a warm spring breeze; it drove her to the brink of ecstasy and left her utterly unable to stop.

Guanyin, or Guanshiyin, represents the compassion and wisdom of Buddhism and is the foundation of Mahayana Buddhism. The Buddhist scriptures say that Bodhisattva Guanyin was the manifestation of the Tathagata of the Luminous True Dharma of the past. Some also say that Guanyin was an incarnation of Amitabha Buddha, one of the Three Holy Ones of Buddhism.

As for the Daoist Burning Lamp, his origins were extraordinary. When the Chan Sect was first established, he pledged himself to it. Since his strength had already reached the level of a Great Principle Golden Immortal and he could not be regarded as an ordinary disciple, the Saint Yuanshi appointed him Deputy Leader of the Chan Sect.

Some said that Feng Yudie had gone to hell after her death. Others said she had ascended to heaven. Still others claimed that she had never died at all, but had simply left for another place.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Sensing the shadow falling over his head, Xiang finally began to realize, belatedly, that Qin Zheng had not come to make a late-night snack. He had come looking for him.

He stared at the seven stone steles on the elevated platform, his expression growing increasingly grim. It was not that he did not want to bid; he had, in fact, brought only sixty-five million.

It was of a completely different order, utterly incomparable—but even a brief fusion was astonishing enough.

Strangely, Zeng Matao did not become angry at Tang Ye’s attitude. Wearing an awkward, bewildered expression, he shook his head at Tang Ye to indicate that he, too, had no idea what was going on with Dong Miaozhu.