Chapter 423

Above Jiangzhou City, above the clouds.

The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi and Silver-Headed Head Jiedi were sitting cross-legged on the clouds.

"That Yin Yin Wenjiao gave birth to a child several days ago." The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi pinched his fingers to calculate, "According to fate, that child should have been thrown into the Hong River today, drifting with the waves to Jin Shansi."

The Silver-Headed Head Jiedi nodded: "I ordered the water tribes of the Hong River to escort him along the way, and absolutely must not let the Buddha's son drown."

The two looked down at the Hong River.

The river was calm, with only a few fishing boats fishing in the middle of the river.

Where was there any baby floating in the river.

The Silver-Headed Head Jiedi frowned, opened his Buddha eyes, and his gaze swept across the entire Jiangzhou City.

When his vision pierced through the roof of the government office and saw that in the inner hall, Yin Yin Wenjiao was holding a white and fat baby boy breastfeeding, while that "Liu Hong" was sitting in the outer room handling official business, the Silver-Headed Head Jiedi's face changed.

"What's going on!" The Silver-Headed Head Jiedi stood up abruptly, his Buddha heart shaking, "That child... wasn't thrown into the river?!"

The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi heard this and also looked over in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, the two Buddhist protectors were as if struck by lightning.

"The karma is messed up..." The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi's voice trembled, "The Buddha's son has not entered the Fomen, the great plan for the journey to the West... has gone wrong!"

The two looked at each other, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi's face was solemn, and he stood up abruptly.

"Variable! This is a huge variable!" The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi said in a deep voice, "If Jin Jin Chanzi's reincarnation does not enter the river, he will not meet Elder Faming of Jin Shansi, and the great plan for the journey to the West will have problems. You watch here, I will go to Putuo Mountain immediately to report to the Bodhisattva!"

Before the words fell, the Golden-Headed Head Jiedi turned into a golden light, tore through the sea of clouds, and headed straight for the South Sea.

South Sea Putuo Mountain, Purple Bamboo Forest.

Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin sat on the lotus throne, holding a mutton-fat jade clean bottle, and after listening to the Golden-Headed Head Jiedi's report, she frowned slightly.

"Liu Hong kept that child?" The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin repeated softly.

She put down the clean bottle, formed a seal with both hands, closed her eyes, and began to calculate whether there was any abnormality in this matter.

After a long while, Venerable Guanyin opened her eyes, a trace of doubt flashing in the bottom of her eyes.

In her calculation, the heavenly secrets showed everything was normal.

Chen Chen Guangrui did die at the Hong River ferry, and Liu Hong did take the official credentials to take up his post in Jiangzhou. All the karma lines were tightly fitted, without any traces of being forcibly tampered with by powerful beings.

The supreme power of the Chaos Bell to suppress time and space erased all traces Su Chen left in this matter cleanly.

In Venerable Guanyin's view, this was not someone making trouble, but a slight variable in the Heavenly Dao caused by the shift in mortal thoughts at a certain moment.

"I cannot calculate any abnormality." The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin stood up, "This matter concerns the overall situation of the journey to the West, and needs to be reported to the World-Honored One for a decision. You go back and continue to watch the Jiangzhou government office, waiting for my orders."

The Golden-Headed Head Jiedi took the order and retired.

The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin stepped on auspicious clouds and headed straight for the Great Thunder Sound Temple of Lingshan in Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

Inside the Great Hero Hall, Sanskrit sounds curled.

The World-Honored Maitreya Buddha sat on the nine-grade lotus throne, and after listening to Venerable Guanyin's account, the smile on his face gradually faded.

Maitreya Buddha also performed calculations with deduction magic.

The vast Buddha light illuminated the entire hall, and after a while, Maitreya Buddha withdrew his hand and shook his head.

"The heavenly secrets are not chaotic, the karma is not severed." Maitreya Buddha's voice was calm, "That Liu Hong keeping the child is just an occasional variable in the operation of the Heavenly Dao. Mortal hearts are unpredictable, perhaps it was the villain's conscience discovering, or perhaps he had other plans."

The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin put her hands together: "World-Honored One, if Jin Jin Chanzi grows up in the Jiangzhou government office, stained with mortal wealth, how can he see through the red dust in the future and convert to my Buddha?"

"If he doesn't throw it, help him throw it." Maitreya Buddha's eyes were indifferent, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty, "Jin Jin Chanzi must enter the Fomen and sever all mortal ties. This is a fixed number and cannot be changed. You go and handle it yourself, and must let that child experience hardships and get on the right track."

"Respectfully follow the World-Honored One's decree." The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin bowed slightly and exited the hall.

Jiangzhou Government Office, three years of time flew by.

In early winter, the courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Three-year-old Chen Yan was wearing a small brocade jacket, holding a small wooden sword, running around in the snow.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, exceptionally intelligent, and a pair of big eyes revealing cleverness.

"Run slower, be careful not to fall." Yin Yin Wenjiao stood under the eaves, reminding him.

Chen Chen Guangrui was wearing ordinary clothes, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

He looked at his son playing in the snow, a gentle smile appearing on his scarred face.

These three years, he wore Liu Hong's identity and governed Jiangzhou in an orderly manner.

He was decisive in killing and cutting, merciless to corrupt officials, but instead became a blue-sky official praised by the people of Jiangzhou.

In the government office, he strictly adhered to his vow and never touched a finger of Yin Yin Wenjiao.

He gave the mother and son the best life, and taught Chen Yan to read and write in his spare time.

Yin Yin Wenjiao's attitude toward him also changed from extreme fear and hatred at the beginning to a complex silence.

She still hated this enemy who killed her husband, but she could not deny that this villain was indeed trying his best to raise her son.

Chen Chen Guangrui picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip.

He even had an illusion that as long as he was cautious enough, he could deceive the heavens and let his wife and children live so peacefully forever.

Early spring, all things recovered.

Merchants gathered in Jiangzhou City, and the streets were bustling.

The gate of Jiangzhou Government Office was wide open.

Chen Yan was holding a paper kite with a swallow painted on it, running all the way to the threshold.

The two government office runners guarding the gate looked at the young master and smiled kindly, without stopping him.

Under the governance of the Magistrate, no one dared to make trouble at the gate of the government office in Jiangzhou City.

Chen Yan stood on the bluestone slab, trying to fly the kite.

An old man with ragged clothes and a face full of wrinkles squeezed out of the crowd.

He held a string of red candied haws in his hand, walking staggeringly to Chen Yan.

"Young master, this kite is really beautiful." The old man smiled, handing the candied haws forward, "Do you want to eat candied haws? Old man will give you a string."

Chen Yan took two steps back, looking at the old man vigilantly.

"I don't eat things from strangers." Chen Yan's voice was childish but clear, "My father is the Magistrate, you go away quickly, or I will call the government office runners to catch you."

The old man was stunned, obviously not expecting a three-year-old child to have such vigilance.

Above the nine heavens, deep in the clouds.

The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin stepped on the lotus throne, looking at this scene below expressionlessly.

"Mortal ties, should be severed today."

The Great Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin flicked her finger, and an invisible Buddha light pierced through the clouds, falling accurately into the old man's eyebrows.

The old man's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly lost focus, and his originally turbid eyes became confused.

His reason was deprived, leaving only a strong thought: take this child away.

The old man didn't care that this was the gate of the government office, nor did he care about the government office runners standing on the side.

He lunged forward abruptly, his withered hands covering Chen Yan's mouth tightly, tucking him under his arm.

Chen Yan didn't even have time to shout for help before he was forcibly kidnapped.

The old man's movements were agile, completely inconsistent with his age, and he plunged into the crowded crowd.

The paper kite fell on the bluestone slab.

The two government office runners guarding the gate were stunned by this sudden change.

By the time they reacted, the old man had already disappeared from sight with the child.

"The young master was kidnapped!"

The government office runner's shout tore through the tranquility of the government office.

Chen Chen Guangrui was sitting in the main hall reviewing official documents.

Hearing the shout, the pen in his hand snapped with a "pop."

He rushed out of the main hall and came to the door.

Looking at the lonely paper kite on the ground, Chen Chen Guangrui's eyes were about to split, and his heart tightened abruptly.

"Seal the whole city! Close the four gates! Not even a fly is allowed to fly out!"

Chen Chen Guangrui's roar shook the entire street.

Jiangzhou City was in an uproar because the Magistrate's son was kidnapped.

For a whole day and night, the government office runners, the city defense army, and even the gang ruffians in the city were mobilized.

They searched house by house, turned over every corner of Jiangzhou City, and checked all the inns and broken temples.

But they didn't find a single clue.

An old man with a three-year-old child just disappeared into thin air in the net cast by the Jiangzhou government office.

Inside the study, there was no light.

Chen Chen Guangrui sat in the armchair, his eyes full of bloodshot, his hair messy.

At this time, he understood.

Ordinary human traffickers could never snatch a child from the gate of the government office in broad daylight, let alone leave no trace in the city-wide search.

This must be the gods and Buddhas who were unwilling to give up.

"Is this the Buddha who saves all living beings?"

Chen Chen Guangrui gritted his teeth, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

His anger was about to erupt.

At the beginning, he encountered a life-and-death calamity, he retreated, he carried the curse of being a villain, just asking for his wife and children to be safe.

But the gods and Buddhas didn't even leave this path of life for them!

The power of mortals in front of the gods and Buddhas was ridiculously small.

Even if he had the power of the Magistrate of Jiangzhou, he couldn't fight against those gods and Buddhas who could ride the clouds and mist.

Chen Chen Guangrui stood up and walked to the bookshelf.

He turned a secret compartment at the bottom and took out a purple sandalwood box.

Opening the wooden box, a yellow paper talisman lay quietly inside.

This was the life-saving talisman given to him by Daoist Master Yichen at Pingkang Inn in Chang'an City.

It was this talisman that allowed him to live until today.

Chen Chen Guangrui held the talisman with both hands.

He knelt heavily on the cold floor tiles with both knees.

He pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, tears streaming down.

"Daoist Master Yichen..."

Chen Chen Guangrui's voice was hoarse, his tone full of despair and hatred.

"The gods and Buddhas deceive me too much! Please... help me one more time!"