Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 488: The Buddha Temple Returns to the Mortal World (Additional Update for the Godfather)

Outside the Buddhist temple, the night wind was blowing loudly, making Lu Weiwu's robe rustle.

He and Guan Zaier looked at each other, and saw deep doubt in each other's eyes.

What exactly happened in this Buddhist temple?

Why does it look like a demolition site, with so much noise?

"Oh my god, what's going on?" Guan Zaier scratched his head and couldn't help complaining.

"Could it be that the Buddha also wants to start the show with a rock and roll? The rhythm is a bit off!"

Just when the two were confused, a low sobbing sound was heard.

Following the sound, I saw Zuo Qing'er squatting alone in the corner, hugging her knees, her shoulders shaking constantly, obviously immersed in great sorrow.

"Oh, what happened? Who made our sister Qing'er cry?" Guan Zaier was about to step forward to comfort her, but was stopped by Lu Weiwu.

"Wait, didn't you feel it? The atmosphere is wrong." Lu Weiwu frowned, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Buddhist temple gate.

Sure enough, at this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the Buddhist temple.

The person had a slender figure and a handsome face. Who else could it be but Zhou Ping'er?

"Oh my god! Zhou Ping'er?!" Guan Zaier exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh hard to make sure he was not dreaming, "This...this...he is not..."

Before he could finish, he ran towards Zhou Ping'er excitedly like a wild horse, "Ping'er! Is it really you? You...you're back?!"

Zhou Ping'er's face was filled with deep sadness and his eyes were full of guilt. His gaze swept across everyone and finally stopped on Guan Zaier.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"Guan Zai'er, let me be alone for a while." Zhou Ping'er's voice was low and hoarse, as if she had experienced countless hardships.

After saying this, he turned around and left without looking back, as fast as a ghost.

Guan Zaier stood there in a daze, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.

He looked at Zhou Ping'er's departing back, and a sense of inexplicable loss and confusion surged in his heart.

It was not until Zhou Ping'er completely disappeared into the night that Guan Zaier slowly turned his head and looked towards the gate of the Buddhist temple.

At this moment, the Buddhist temple had its doors open and was empty. Where could any heroic spirit be found?

The Buddha's body, which was originally shining with golden light, also became dim and seemed to have lost all vitality.

Guan Zaier's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end no sound came out. He just clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles made a creaking sound.

Everything becomes confusing and disturbing.

The dim light poured out from the window of "Sanjiu'er Local Cuisine Restaurant", illuminating Zhou Ping'er's slightly haggard face.

He stood at the door like a sculpture, gazing at the busy figures in the store with complicated eyes - his third uncle was waving a spatula and frying plates of steaming dishes.

With a "sizzle", oil splashed everywhere. The third uncle stirred the wok skillfully, and the fragrance spread out, which aroused Zhou Ping'er's appetite, but also made his heart heavier.

He hesitated whether to go in.

"Hey? Who's that at the door? He's blocking the light!" The rough voice of her third uncle broke Zhou Ping'er's thoughts.

He raised his head and saw Zhou Ping'er standing at the door. The spatula in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Oh my god! Ping'er? You... you're really back?!"

The third uncle rushed out excitedly, grabbed Zhou Ping'er's arm, and dragged him into the store like a chicken.

"Where did you go without saying a word, kid? I was so worried! Come on, sit down. What do you want to eat? Your uncle will make it for you!"

Zhou Ping'er was pressed on the table enthusiastically by her third uncle, and was a little at a loss for a moment.

He felt a little sad as he watched his third uncle busying around and chattering about family matters.

"How's business lately?" Zhou Ping'er asked in a low voice with her head down.

"Oh, don't mention it, it's just like that." As the uncle said this, he brought a plate of hot braised pork, "Come on, try it, it's your favorite!"

Zhou Ping'er mechanically picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth, but she had no taste for it.

He was in a state of confusion, his mind full of the scene in the Buddhist temple and Guan Zaier's incredulous look.

After dinner, Zhou Ping'er helped his third uncle clean up the dishes. After he was done, he sat alone at the table, staring out the window in a daze.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes." A crisp voice interrupted his thoughts.

Zhou Ping'er looked up and saw Zuo Qing'er standing at the door, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and a faint smile on her face.

"How... do you know I'm here?" Zhou Ping'er asked puzzledly.

"Where else can you go?" Zuo Qing'er walked into the store and found a seat to sit down. "Except here, you can't go anywhere else."

Zhou Ping'er lowered her head and gave a bitter smile: "Yeah, I'm like a homeless stray dog ​​now."

Zuo Qing'er didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"I... I feel very confused." Zhou Ping'er whispered.

"I know."

Zuo Qing'er nodded.

"I came here to tell you something." She paused, then continued, "Ye Fan'er... let me bring you a message."

Zuo Qing'er took a deep breath, her eyes becoming firm...