Volume 1: Small Characters Chapter 137: Purple Cloud Path Long

  Lin San carried the Wind Chaser sword and slowly walked into the office.

  The two subordinates standing in front of Ishida and Kimura immediately rushed towards Lin San.

  A red light flashed, and two of his subordinates were instantly cut in half.

  Ishida Kimura's face changed, and he picked up a handgun from the desktop, ready to shoot Lin San.

  Lin San sneered and suddenly appeared in front of Ishida Kimura, "Swish!" A sword sliced out, and Ishida Kimura's wrist holding the gun was severed from his arm.

  "Ah!" Ishida Kimura let out a blood-curdling scream as he clutched his severed wrist.

  Just then, a sudden shrill siren sounded outside the building, and the commotion here finally alarmed the Japanese police.

  Lin San furrowed his brow, and with one sword stroke, he split Stone Tianmu in two, then his body swayed once, and he vanished within the office.

  A few minutes later, a group of police officers rushed into the office and saw Ishida's body lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Everyone's face turned extremely pale.

  The clever police officer rushed to the control room, wanting to retrieve the video footage from inside the building just now. However, as soon as he walked into the control room, this policeman was stunned. The control room was in a mess, and all the monitors and storage hard drives were destroyed.

  That night, police sealed off all roads leading to the capital, especially airports and ports, where large numbers of armed police were deployed to strictly inspect every passenger.

  Inside a spacious office.

  Han Yulong sat in a spacious office chair, quietly looking at a personnel file.

  "Knock knock knock." A knocking sound came from the doorway.

  "Come in." Han Yulon said without raising his head.

  "Rustle!" The door was pushed open and Gao Yun strode in, his face flushed with excitement, saying: "Squad leader, something big has happened..."

  "Huh?" Han Yulung looked up in confusion: "What's wrong?"

  Gao Yun took a deep breath and handed a newspaper in his hand to Han Yulong: "Captain, take a look at what's written on this."

  Han Yulung took the newspaper in surprise, unfolded it and looked at it, his eyes widened instantly: "This... is Lin Keqing's doing?" The newspaper had a news report on its front page, saying that the once powerful Japanese organization Kameyama-gumi was completely destroyed last night, including the group leader Ishida Kimura, all high-ranking members were slaughtered. Currently, the Japanese government has dispatched a large number of armed police to hunt down the killer.

  "It must be Lin Keqing's doing." Gao Yun said with conviction.

  "It's too unbelievable!" Han Yulung finally spat out a few words. At this time, Han Yulung's heart was really shocked and horrified. The Tortoise Shell Group had been destroyed overnight, it was too inconceivable!

  "Buzz, buzz, buzz..." The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated, and Han Yulung picked it up to answer: "Lin Keqing, is that you?"

  "It's me!" Lin San's laughter burst out from the phone.

  "Lin Keqing, I just saw in the newspaper that Kameyama Group was destroyed overnight..." Han Yulong said lightly.

  Lin San smiled: "I did it."

  "Really you?!" Han Yulung's mouth was wide open.

  "I called to tell you this, since you already know, I won't repeat it. I have other things to do, goodbye." Lin San then ended the call.

  Han Yulung held his "beeping" mobile phone with a ringing tone for a long time without regaining consciousness.

  "Squad leader?!" Gao Yun shouted.

  "Ah?" Han Yulung raised his head and looked at Gao Yun: "What's wrong?"

  "Was it Lin Keqing who just called?" asked Gao Yun.

  Han Yulung nodded: "Lin Keqing has already said that, the Kameyama group was destroyed by him, it's really unbelievable. With just one person's ability, he can actually destroy an international big syndicate, this..."

  "I knew Lin Keqing would definitely do it." Gao Yun's mouth slightly curled up, and he said with a smile: "The Japanese government must be furious now."

  "Ding ding ding......" The red phone on the office desk suddenly rang.

  There are two phones on the desk, the green phone is for office use and the red phone is for reporting work to superiors.

  Han Yulung hastily picked up the receiver, listened for two sentences, and immediately stood up from his chair, slightly bowing his waist, nodding continuously, with an extremely respectful expression on his face.

  When Han Yulung picked up the receiver, Gao Yun automatically retreated.

  Two minutes later, the call ended.

  "Alas..." Han Yulong let out a long sigh, hung up the phone, put on his coat, and hastily left the office.

  An old man with a face full of wrinkles sat by the side of a rippling pond, his hair was white and he was fishing with a fishing rod.

  Han Yulung stood on one side, his body straight as a pen, looking forward in silence.

  In the distance, several men in black were patrolling back and forth.

  Half response.

  The old man's fishing rod suddenly sank, and the old man's face lit up with joy: "It's hooked." As he spoke, the old man quickly pulled the fishing rod out of the water, and a lively fat fish was hanging from the hook.

  "Guards!" The old man shouted in a voice as loud as a bell.

  A young man wearing a guard uniform walked over quickly: "Commander!"

  "Take this fish away and we'll have fish soup for dinner tonight." The old man handed the fish he had taken off the hook to the young man.

  "Yes!" The young man responded loudly and left with the still struggling fish in his hands.

  The old man picked up a towel from the table next to him and gently wiped the water stains on his hand: "Yulong, come sit down."

  "Ah." Han Yulung picked up a stool and walked over to sit beside the old man, casually picking up the teapot on the table to fill the old man's cup with tea.

  The old man picked up his teacup and took a light sip, saying faintly: "Was the Japanese Kameyama group really destroyed by Long Zhuang's guest Ke Lin San?"

  "It's true." Han Yulung nodded.

  "It's really unbelievable." The old man took a deep breath: "Arrange a time, I want to see this Lin San." It was said that Lin San single-handedly eliminated the Kameyama group, which had been harming China for many years, and suddenly made the old man astonished.

  "Yes, I'll go and arrange it right away!" Han Yulung replied.

  The old man gently put down his teacup: "Nothing's wrong, you can go back now."

  "Alas." Han Yulung stood up, bowed slightly to the old man, and turned to leave.

  After Han Yulung left, the old man threw his fishing hook into the pond again and continued fishing.

  Provincial capital.

  As soon as the sky brightened, a large group of tourists rushed to Wuyun Mountain, competing with each other to climb to the top. Today is the day when Master Ziyundao lectures on Taoism, so everyone is in such a hurry to rush to the top of the mountain.

  This Purple Cloud Taoist priest is a big shot, he has been living in the Phoenix Temple on Wuyun Mountain since he was a child, and more than 60 years have passed. The Purple Cloud Taoist priest basically stays in the Phoenix Temple to study Taoism, rarely goes down the mountain. Every three years, the Purple Cloud Taoist priest will hold a lecture conference at the Phoenix Temple, mainly explaining the mystery of life. Many people have gained insight after listening to the lecture of the Purple Cloud Taoist priest and are more eager for life.

  Lin San blended into the crowd, slowly walking towards the mountain top, his hand grasping a small blade of grass that he shook back and forth incessantly. After returning from Japan, Lin San did not return to Lanzhou City, but instead took a direct bus to Wuyun Mountain, planning to visit Fenghuang Temple. Who would have known that as soon as he arrived at Wuyun Mountain, he saw a large crowd of people gathered at the foot of the mountain? Upon inquiry, he learned that today, a Daoist named Ziyun Daozhang was going to give a lecture on the mountain top.

  Lin San followed the crowd out of curiosity and climbed towards the top of the mountain.

  Wuyun Mountain is 4,000 meters above sea level and is one of the famous high mountains in China. The mountain peak is steep, and a winding stone staircase has been built on the east side, with railings over half a meter high installed along the edge of the stairs.

  After several hours of climbing, everyone finally arrived at the summit.

  In the center of the mountain top, there is a small wooden temple with a limited area, but it gives people a very majestic feeling. On the horizontal beam above the entrance of the small temple hangs a plaque inscribed with three large characters "Phoenix Temple".

  An old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a stone in front of the gate of a small temple, with his eyes slightly closed and his hands placed on his knees, motionless.

  "This is Zi Yun Dao Chang." someone shouted from the crowd.

  At this time, the purple cloud Taoist sitting on the stone slowly opened his eyes, swept a glance at the crowd in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Welcome everyone to listen to my lecture, the old Taoist is deeply honored!"

  "Zi Yun Dao Chang, you're too polite, it's our great fortune to be able to listen to your lecture on the Tao."

  "Yes, Master Ziyun, we all love listening to your lectures on Taoism."

  ……

  Many people rushed to say.

  Zi Yun Dao Chang smiled and invited everyone to sit down.

  Hundreds of people sat down on the cold stone floor without hesitation, all bowing their heads.

  Lin San sat at the back of the crowd, quietly gazing at Zi Yun Dao Chang.

  "Today I want to talk about the meaning of life. After studying Taoism for many years, I have gained a deep understanding of life. I believe that the continuation of life is a heavenly principle and an ethical norm..." Zi Yun Dao Chang began to explain his own understanding of life. Although his voice was not loud, it could be clearly heard by everyone present.

  Hundreds of people on the scene listened very seriously, and some even showed a hint of enlightenment on their faces.

  At first, Lin San was just listening for fun, but as time went on, he was also attracted by Zi Yun Dao Chang's explanation of the meaning of life.

  It wasn't until an hour had passed that Ziyun Daochang finally finished his explanation.

  The crowd also stood up consciously, said hello to Master Ziyun, and then descended the mountain one after another.

  Lin San stood quietly on the spot and did not follow the crowd down the mountain. In a short while, only Lin San and Zi Yun Dao Chang were left on the mountaintop.

  Zi Yun Dao looked at Lin San with a hint of surprise: "This young man, I've already finished speaking, why haven't you left yet?"

  Lin San smiled and walked straight towards Ziyun Daochang: "I have a few questions I'd like to ask the Dao Master."

  "Oh? What's wrong?" Ziyun Daochang was stunned for a moment.

  Lin San looked up at the sun on his head: "It's already noon now, I'm really thirsty, I don't know if Chang can give me a cup of tea?"

  Zi Yun Dao looked at Lin San deeply, nodded: "You follow me into the temple." After finishing, he stood up and led Lin San to walk into the Phoenix Temple.