Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 149: Summer's Reply (2)

Wong Tai Sin Temple, also known as Sik Sik Yuen, is located in a Feng Shui location on the Kowloon Peninsula in Hong Kong. The temple is renowned and is always filled with incense.

There are not many people today. There are free incense sticks at the entrance. Each person can get a bunch of nine incense sticks.

You Feng was wearing black casual clothes and sunglasses, and looked relaxed and at ease, like a young master who came to inspect the people's sentiments. He caught a glimpse of Zhu Xia holding a bunch of incense in his hand and snorted, "Do you believe this?"

"As the saying goes, we're already here. It won't hurt to worship." Zhu Xia stood at the incense-lighting platform and looked around. Many tourists were standing in front of the bronze statues of the twelve zodiac animals to touch their patron saints.

She burned incense and prayed for blessings at the Wong Tai Sin Temple, the Sam Seng Hall and the Yu Xiang Pavilion in that order, offering three incense sticks at each place.

There is an enclosed area in front of the Wong Tai Sin Temple, which is specifically used for drawing lots. On the left is the place where you can receive the lot box.

"It is said that Wong Tai Sin will answer any prayer, and the fortune sticks are especially effective." Zhu Xia raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice, "Do you want to give it a try?"

"What are you trying?" You Feng hooked down his sunglasses with his fingers, folded the legs, and hung them on the collar of his T-shirt. "I don't believe in this stuff."

"The real case is right in front of you, but you don't believe it." Zhu Xia said seriously, "You lunatic, you are too arrogant."

"Real case?" You Feng asked.

"Third brother, wasn't the divination he made very effective back then?" Zhu Xia said.

Song Chengyu's story was indeed strange. As soon as Zhu Xia entered their home, he came back from the gates of hell.

The thin sunlight poured down and covered the girl, as if giving her a thin layer of cold light. It was obviously cold light, but it was inexplicably vivid.

At this moment, You Feng believed that she would not repeat the same mistake.

Tourists face the main hall, kneel down with the stick tube in hand, silently recite their name, date of birth, family situation, etc., express their wishes, and start shaking the sticks. The rustling sound of the sticks colliding in the bamboo tube is heard continuously.

The two walked through the Yue Lao Temple and arrived in front of the God of Wealth Palace. Zhu Xia stepped over the threshold. The God of Wealth Palace was filled with incense and smoke. On the left side of the entrance was a mahogany table, behind which sat an octogenarian with gray hair and loose eyelids.

The smoke from the cigarette was a bit irritating, and Zhu Xia cleared his nose.

"It was Mr. Lou who brought Zheng Tianyou into the Wong Tai Sin Temple, and it was Mr. Lou who drove him out later," said You Feng.

Zhu Xia nodded.

Mr. Lou was leaning back in his chair, twirling his rosary beads in his hand. When he saw them coming, he raised his wrinkled eyelids.

"Hello, Mr. Lou." Zhu Xia tried to speak Cantonese as concisely as possible, "My name is Zhu Xia."

Mr. Lou nodded mysteriously.

As the saying goes, sincerity is the key to success. Zhu Xia knew that she must not lie to the people in the temple. She then told Mr. Lou that she was from the Song family in Beijing and was looking for Zheng Tianyou to ask him why he left the temple and whether he had heard about the Song family.

Mr. Lou's cloudy eyeballs rolled around, his gaze fell on Zhu Xia's face, and he said slowly: "Amitabha, Zheng Tianyou has passed away."

The Mandarin he speaks is very authentic.

Zhu Xia and You Feng looked at each other, both of them feeling surprised.

"Do you remember why he left the temple?" Zhu Xia asked softly and politely.

"Our fate has ended." said Mr. Lou.

"What exhausted our destiny?" Zhu Xia asked gently.

Mr. Lou couldn't help but take a second look at her. The girl was humble, with a pair of dark and bright eyes on her pretty face, and she was extremely neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhu Xia lowered her eyelids and glanced at the complicated scriptures on the table. She didn't quite understand the scriptures, but she had a memory of the pictures and texts. The red sandalwood Buddhist beads that Wen Qianhui asked for Song Chengyu seemed to have the same pattern of scriptures and spells engraved on them.

Zhu Xia raised her eyes, met Lou Lao's silent gaze, and asked in a steady voice, "Is it related to the believers from the mainland?"

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"Zheng Tianyou met Mr. Song's mother at the Wong Tai Sin Temple and learned that she was praying for her son. Later, when they met by chance in Beijing, he used the known information to cheat people." As the night deepened on Hong Kong Island as they returned, You Feng told the story while controlling the steering wheel.

"possible."

The car window was half-lowered, and damp cold wind blew in, splashing across Zhu Xia's face and waking her up.

She looked out the car window at the street, which was bustling with people and the shops on both sides of the street were lit up with colorful neon lights.

"Stop the car in front, I'm going to buy some food." Zhu Xia said to You Feng.

You Feng squinted at her and said, "Aren't you going to the restaurant to eat?"

"Don't go."

The car stopped and Zhu Xia asked You Feng what he wanted to eat while unbuckling his seat belt. You Feng raised his chin and said casually, "Whatever you want."

Crazy people usually eat nothing but this and that. Zhu Xia did not ask in detail, but just pretended to ask.

She crossed a traffic light, bought some Filipino fried chicken, and then went to the bakery to buy some desserts.

Faced with a dazzling array of dim sum, Zhu Xia always took all the advantages. She bought sourdough egg tarts, grapefruit vanilla extract, almond Danish and raisin apple English muffins.

Back in the car, You Feng frowned slightly, held the phone in one hand, and his fingertips kept sliding down.

"Here, take whatever you want." Zhu Xia carried the bag and placed it on the armrest between the seats. She wrapped the sour egg tart with super thick filling in a tissue and took a small bite.

The skin is thin and crispy, and the egg is smooth and delicate. Not bad.

"Hong Kong media broke the news." You Feng turned his wrist and handed the phone to Zhu Xia.

Zhu Xia took a look and saw big red words "Two men fighting for one woman" (affair) appeared on the screen.

She wiped her fingers, took the phone, and lowered her eyelashes to read. The faint light from the phone screen illuminated her increasingly furrowed brows.

[Song Chengyu, the heir of the Song family in Beijing, officially announced his fiancée in the mainland, which was a big deal. Unexpectedly, someone photographed his fiancée meeting with the leader of the top wealthy He family in Hong Kong late at night, and it was suspected that there was an emotional entanglement. It is reported that the He family has been developing business in Beijing since the beginning of the year, and there will be many opportunities to go to the mainland in the future. Whether the expansion of the market is for official business or for personal reasons is unknown. ]

[According to mainland news, the mysterious woman was engaged to Mr. Song first, and then met Mr. He. Wild flowers are more fragrant than domestic flowers. If the formal marriage is the main wife, then Mr. He will be transformed from a prince to a concubine! ]

The Hong Kong media is very good at attracting attention, and they can stir up controversy with just a few words. He Lianzhou is a hot topic, and the news releases are basically centered around him, which is normal. But all the news releases are hinting that He Lianzhou interfered with other people's relationships, which is not normal.

It was obviously aimed at him.

"What are your plans?" You Feng noticed Zhu Xia's expression and asked.

"He Lianzhou will take care of it." Zhu Xia's mood didn't seem to change much.

You Feng understood the meaning of her words.

All public.

Boss He wants to take revenge on her for deceiving him, or never see her again... insult, hate, and hostility... It's all up to him.

If the problem is not solved, there is no point in waving it further.

Zhu Xia had imagined the ending many times. If both sides could only suffer losses, then so be it.

He hated her, and she could accept that.

After all, when she was with him, she thought that he would get tired of her and break up with her in half a year at most.

But her fingers are connected to her heart, and because her heart was aching, her hands were also aching... How could she perform the surgery?

Zhu Xia wiped his palms wet with cold sweat, took out his mobile phone, opened the chat page, and edited the message with trembling hands.

"I'm getting married, even if it's a hollow marriage, but we won't see each other again"

delete.

Type again.

After some deletions and cuts, I finally only sent three words.