bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 190 The Faceless Buddha

"Mom, I'm going out."

Botha carefully closed the door, let out a light breath, and relaxed all of a sudden.

Not long after dawn, he left home early on the pretext that he wanted to help the church, only in this way could he catch up with the loading and unloading at the pier.

Although the "cask" winery where he works is in Talis Parish, most of the supply and brewing process is completed in factories all over the country in West Asia. This winery in the capital is more like a large store. And a display center for the latest brewing crafts.

There are also other reasons for rushing to load and unload goods at dawn - loading and unloading goods is a matter of time, and ports often have strict regulations on the berth intervals for each cargo ship. If it is off-season, it may be able to stop for a long time. Every second counts to grab the goods—if not, you will face a fine at the port and be ordered to drive to a more remote outskirts, where unloading is much more difficult.

"Mr. Gu?"

Contrary to his expectations, there was usually no one on the street at this hour, but now a figure was standing quietly outside his house, smiling and waving at him.

There were still unmelted snowflakes on his shoulders, and his hair was a little wet.

But this is the first machine that can sleep on Bailan Mountain, so this is nothing.

"Sir, I, our appointment is for the evening, isn't it?"

While talking, Botha tightened her scarf and sniffled: "How long have you been waiting? But I'm going to work now, so I can't entertain you, mom hasn't woken up yet..."

"Going to work so early?"

Han Dongwen raised his hand, indicating that Bota didn't have to stay here: "I have a few small questions, let's talk while walking."

Botha nodded, and the two immediately walked towards the port by taking advantage of the street lights that hadn't been turned off.

"What do you want to know, sir?"

Bota breathed a sigh of relief, and took out two slices of bread from his arms, with a hesitant expression: "You...have you had breakfast?"

Han Dongwen nodded without expression: "You eat this in the morning?"

"It's hard work for a while, and I can't bear it on an empty stomach."

Bota didn't say much, he really needed the energy of these two slices of bread, and he also knew that it would be inappropriate to share such a dry piece of bread, and the other party would probably not like it.

After a moment of silence, Han Dongwen said, "Bota, I have observed the condition of your mother Loris yesterday. To be honest, the situation is not optimistic."

Bota's footsteps slowed down, and he turned his head to look at Han Dongwen in disbelief: "Why, how could it be? Mom, she has improved a lot in the past few days. She couldn't even get out of bed before. How can this not be optimistic?! "

Han Dongwen raised his hand to signal him to calm down: "Don't worry, what I mean is, the medicine she took is very, well, the medicine she took is very effective. After taking the medicine, she should have fully recovered now, but She is clearly still weak and we need to find out why."

He paused for a moment, and asked seriously: "Bota, what medicine did your mother take during this period of illness?"

In fact, Chi Hanqing must have asked this question before. When getting to know a patient, in addition to his symptoms, he would also know about his medication.

Sure enough, Botha shook his head: "When I was first in the church, the church distributed some medicines, but there was no improvement. In fact, I only used some cough medicines. That, that princess knows about it."

Chi Hanqing knows...

Han Dongwen pondered for a moment, and a somewhat bold and chilling idea popped up in his mind.

"The cough medicine is also distributed by the church?"

Botha nodded, Han Dongwen swallowed, and asked a question that he could already guess the answer to.

"It's because the church prescribed cough medicine to your family and told you that this is a clinical trial, so you understand what it means?"

"Yes, yes... sir."

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Taishu Pavilion.

Wen Yongxing sat quietly in front of the desk, and there were a lot of desks on both sides.

"You take a break."

Zhong Lilin walked in from the door of the pavilion, took some written posts, and said with concern.

Wen Yongxing showed a tired smile and nodded slightly.

"Taishu Pavilion hasn't been this busy for a while."

He was telling the truth, since Han Dongwen "succeeded to the throne", this Taishu Pavilion has been a leisurely and almost boring place all year round.

In just a few months, so many things suddenly happened.

"Is there any document approved by the State Finance Department, the West Asian commercial tax..."

He counted the unfinished work one by one as if checking, Zhong Lilin immediately said: "Teacher, please feel free to hand it over to the students for initial approval. You have been busy for many days."

"It's okay, just do it for a while and it will be done."

What Wen Yongxing meant was that he didn't want to rest. Zhong Lilin thought for a moment, then turned around and respectfully took out a box and put it on the table.

It was a black box with the imprint of a long sword and a shield outlined in gold lines.

"What is this?"

Wen Yongxing asked.

Zhong Lilin lowered his head slightly: "Teacher, this is something that the Chief Director of the National Law Department visited the West Asia Principality to inspect the five border cities, and was brought to His Highness by the West Asia bus."

"Master, the General Secretary of State Law, has you been here?"

Zhong Lilin nodded: "The one who came earlier must have been unwilling to stay in Sayadaw. He came back very quickly. When he arrived at Taishu Pavilion, he only left this box and left."

Wen Yongxing stroked his long beard and nodded slowly after listening. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did the Director-General of National Law come alone?"

"This……"

Zhong Lilin was taken aback: "No, Lord Liu Cheng of the National Finance Department accompanied her here."

He paused and asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Wen Yongxing looked at the expression of the apprentice in front of him, and showed a somewhat helpless smile: "Look, you still think too shallowly. The things that the Grand Duke of West Asia handed over to His Highness will be handed over by the National Law Department. Of course, there must be someone to witness it. He won't be caught by his rival Guobingsi."

"I see……"

Zhong Lilin nodded thoughtfully, and then said: "Then please present this item to His Highness, the teacher. It has been checked and there is nothing wrong with it."

Wen Yongxing looked him up and down a few times, and understood that this disciple was asking him to get up and walk around for a while, so he didn't refuse, stood up and stretched his muscles and bones.

Several servants who were book boys who were waiting at the side hurried forward, supported him, and walked out of the attic with the box.

"You can just make a rough batch of the notebook first, and wait for me to read it when I come back."

"Teacher, please rest assured."

Zhong Lilin respectfully sent him away from Taishu Pavilion.

The box wasn't locked, or closed in any other way.

It seems that when Mrs. Tilda released this item, she was never worried that someone would peek at it—this is also a natural thing, after all, it must be delivered to His Highness, and naturally it has to go through multiple inspections for safety.

When the box was handed over to Han Dongwen, Han Dongwen immediately smiled.

Can't I see things that the first machine can't see?

Isn't this still obediently delivered to my hands?
After thanking Wen Yongxing, Han Dongwen thought about what would be contained in the box, and put him gently on the desk in the bedroom, and slowly opened it.

Inside the black box is white silk filled with sponge like jewelry, but there is a wooden object lying quietly in the middle.

This is……

"Buddha statue?"

Han Dongwen waited for a while before reaching out to take out the wood-carved Buddha statue, and after taking a closer look, he realized that something was wrong.

This woodcut Buddha statue is lifelike.The engraving is that I don't know which Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform, holding the Shiyi seal with both hands, Faxiang Zhuang...

Faxiang is not solemn.

It would be better to say that this Buddha statue has no Dharma appearance at all.

This turned out to be a woodcut Faceless Buddha?
"WTF?"

Han Dongwen was wondering to himself, he thought that the items sent by Grand Duke Tilda would be useful to some extent, and that Grand Duke doesn't look like a woman who likes to joke?

He held the Buddha statue in his hand, and was about to examine it more carefully, when suddenly there was a crisp sound in his ears, and when he looked down again, the Buddha statue, and even his arm holding the Buddha statue, suddenly looked like broken glass A crack opened!
"Snapped!"

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the cracks not only covered his hands and the Buddha statue.It spread into the air.The floor tiles behind the hands, the tables and chairs——

Rather than saying that there was a crack on his hand, it would be better to say that the crack appeared in front of his eyes.

It was not unheard of for him to see such a scene.

In an instant, the mirror shattered, and a gray mist filled the air.

"Han Dongwen."

A strange yet somewhat familiar voice sounded from top to bottom like a god.

"His Royal Highness Prince Gao."

Han Dongwen was not surprised, and raised his head gently.

That's right, this is the place I saw when I was working in West Asia last time.

The King of Hearts of Seven Consciousnesses.

This time, his mentality quickly calmed down, and he looked around, only to find that there was a faint figure on the left not far away. Judging from his figure and long hair, he was obviously the Grand Duke Tilda.

"You are amazing."

Han Dongwen's words were not all compliments, but his tone was a bit sour—Gao should have returned to Taka by now. With a small Buddha statue, he was able to make long-distance calls like this, which is indeed very capable.

"It's just you this time."

Although Gao's expression could not be seen, his tone was as relaxed as last time.

Han Dongwen shrugged: "It seems that there are no more, even if there are..."

He wanted to blurt it out, even if he did, it would be a different person, but he suddenly remembered that the two people in front of him could not be trusted, and it would be better for the other party to know less.

After so many years of being a Hunjun, he has learned to be more careful.

"What?" Tilda's voice was emotionless.

"It's nothing."

Han Dongwen hurriedly changed the topic: "Your Highness, the thing you gave us to contact us must have instructions?"

(End of this chapter)