The Fake Turning Into Real Chapter 7

According to folklore, June 19th is the day when Guanyin Bodhisattva became enlightened, and it is also an excellent day to go to temples and offer incense.

I wonder if the little koi that Emily Liu has been feeding these past few days played a role. When Qingzhi went to Cangwu Mountain, he happened to meet Grace Gu and the second child of the Ning family.

"Miss, someone has been arranged to pick up Miss Ning and the others." Qingzhi took out a food box from the hidden compartment under the carriage seat and placed a few stacks of snacks on the small table.

Emily Liu twirled a piece of rose cake, gently lifted the corner of the car curtain with her long and white hands, and looked outside.

She whispered: "Stop the carriage."

Outside the carriage is Jinghelou, a restaurant she opened in Kyoto half a year ago. Later, he opened a Jinghelou branch in Canglan City and entrusted Qing Zhi to take care of it.

Outside, a middle-aged man with pink hair and oily face, wearing a dark green long-sleeved shirt, was squatting at the door of Jinghe Tower without any image.

He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Your food in Jinghelou killed my wife, and you still don't admit it. Isn't this justified?"

Attracted by these words, a crowd of onlookers gathered around:

"It's rare. The food in Jinghe Tower is quite delicious. Why do you eat people to death?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we can't afford the food in this restaurant. No matter how delicious the food is, the person who eats it will lose his life. Who dares to eat it?"

"Oh my gosh, my husband and I came here to eat a few days ago, so there won't be any problems with the food."

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Among the dozen or so guys in Jinghe Tower, you looked at me and I looked at you. They looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. No one was the one to come forward to solve the problem.

Seeing the situation, the middle-aged man outside cried and howled: "What evil have you done to make our wife suffer such pain? But this harmful restaurant is still acting like it has nothing to do with it. I feel really sad for my wife."

"What right does this harmful restaurant have to keep open!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted this.

The spectators all look at me and I look at you. After listening to the man's words, the more emotional people among them also began to scold Jinghe Tower in a "crusade" style.

There are some stores in Canglan City that are engaged in competitions. Some of them are serious enough to find people to destroy the reputation of the other party's business. Some other reasonably sane spectators also tried to persuade those on the other side not to jump to conclusions so quickly, but with little effect.

When Emily Liu lifted the curtain, the scene outside naturally came into Qingzhi's eyes.

Qingzhi's face was filled with embarrassment. His Highness gave her the management of Jinghe Tower in Canglan City, but she managed it like this. She really failed to live up to His Highness's expectations of her.

"Your Highness, I'll go out and deal with it right now!"

Emily Liu glanced outside and stopped her: "Wait a minute."

The door of Jinghe Tower was pushed open from the inside, and a girl with bright eyes and white teeth came out. The ordinary gown she wore did not obscure her aura at all.

"Since this guest said that my wife died after eating the food from our Jinghe Tower, I wonder if I can tell you the name of your wife." The pretty girl was not afraid of the people around her looking at her. He calmly asked the middle-aged man squatting on the ground.

Not only the man who lost his wife, but also everyone watching the show was stunned.

I didn't expect that there would be such a guy in Jinghe Tower, who could calmly question the victim's family after something like this happened. Suddenly it made people curious about how she would resolve this matter.

"This is the new guy I recruited a few days ago, his name is Mo Qiao." Qingzhi said after thinking about it.

Emily Liu leaned on the back cushion of the carriage and looked at Mo Qiao inquiringly. The latter glanced in the direction of the carriage as if he was aware of it.

Then she lowered her eyes to look at the man on the ground, and her tone was very gentle: "You don't have to be afraid that I will hurt you, after all, we are in front of everyone."

A sudden chill ran down the man's spine. He swallowed and said, "Why should I tell you what my wife's name is?"

Mo Qiao said thoughtfully, "Well, your wife has never been to our Jinghe Tower to eat."

"What do you mean?!" The man looked shocked, breathed heavily, and accused: "Is it possible that if something happens to you in Jinghe Tower, you will only shirk responsibility and slander others like this!"

Mo Qiao was surprised: "You may have misunderstood this guest. Guests who have come to our Jinghe Tower to eat should all know it. Before serving the food, we will ask the new guests to register their names and give them a With the number plate, you can reserve a private room in our Jinghe Tower in advance. Next time you come, you can just show the number plate and order directly. "

"Doesn't the guest officer even know?"

Yiji Soul asked a question and directly stopped the middle-aged man.

"me."

"Isn't this person here to blackmail Jinghe Tower on purpose?"

"I felt strange just now, but no, this person is acting. He has never eaten at Jinghe Tower."

"Bah! How can there be such a person? He is not deliberately looking for trouble, but he also curses his wife to death. After living for so many years, this is the first time I have seen such a vicious husband's servant. His wife must be too miserable."

When the middle-aged man heard these remarks, his face turned pale and his words were confused: "I'm not lying. My wife died after eating the food from Jinghelou. I really didn't lie."

"You said you didn't lie. Then tell me your wife's name and see if Jinghe Tower has your wife's registration information." Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Mo Qiao glanced at the crowd with a normal expression, then asked the man the same question.

The man stood up slowly, lowered his head and said, "My wife's surname is Shi Mingjia. My wife did buy food in your building, and she even brought it to me." The man's voice gradually became softer. .

Mo Qiao nodded as if understanding, and comforted the man: "Don't worry, any guest who has bought food at our Jinghe Tower will be registered."

"Do you still remember the last time your wife came to Jinghe Tower?"

"I came here probably two days ago."

The onlookers around were confused, and they did not expect that it would turn out like this in the end.

"This guest may wish to wait inside for a while." Mo Qiao opened the door of Jinghe Tower and led the man in.

Emily Liu lowered the car curtain and gently wiped away the remaining rose residue on her fingertips with a handkerchief.

"Miss, don't you want to read it?"

"Let's go and let her come see me when we come back."

An hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of Yuntong Mountain.

There were many cars and horses along the way, and there were indeed many people who came to Yuntong Temple to petition and offer incense.

When Emily Liu arrived, Grace Gu and others had not yet arrived.

He left the driver behind and told them to go directly to Yuntong Temple to find them.

"Miss." Qingzhi hesitated to speak.

Emily Liu glanced at her and continued walking up the stairs: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Miss, really don't you wait below for Miss Ning and the others?"

Emily Liu was very surprised: "Why do you have to wait?"

This rhetorical question stopped Qingzhi in his tracks, and he thought to himself: "With this, Your Highness, will you really be able to catch up with your husband in the future..."

Doesn’t His Highness like the second husband of the Ning family?

The two of them walked up the steps for more than a quarter of an hour, and then they saw the plaque with the three characters of Yuntong Temple.

Emily Liu stood on it and looked down. At a glance, it was full of people. It could be said that it was a sea of   people.

After entering Yuntong Temple, a child came over and led them inside.

"Little master, where is this taking us?" Qingzhi asked.

"Amitabha, don't worry, two benefactors. It was the abbot who had anticipated your arrival and specifically told me to wait for you here and lead you there."

At that moment, the two of them stopped asking any more questions.

The boy led them through the outer hall, walked onto a stone road, turned around a long pavilion, and stopped in front of a simple Zen room.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is a large incense burner in the outer room, surrounded by wisps of white smoke and exuding a strong scent of sandalwood.

"Master has been waiting inside for a long time. Please invite the two donors inside." After the boy invited the two people inside, he closed the door from the outside with a creak.

There are not many decorations in the house. Apart from the large incense burner placed in the middle of the house, there are not many other items.

"Almsgiver, I have been waiting for you." The old but still energetic old female monk walked out of the back room, her eyes that should have become increasingly cloudy with age were bright.

"Abbott."

Hearing this, Master Hetong smiled and said nothing.

"I wonder what the abbot is looking for us for?" Emily Liu glanced at Master Hetong lightly.

She secretly thought that the plot of this book was getting weirder and weirder.

Master Hetong asked slowly: "I wonder if the donor has ever heard this sentence."

"Abbott, just say it's okay."

"I was born with a phoenix life, but it's a pity that I was born with an evil star." Master Hetong sighed and shook his head.

Phoenix life? Evil star?

What is this abbot saying? Is this insulting and cursing His Highness?

"What are you talking about!" Qingzhi looked at Master Hetong angrily.

"Qingzhi." Emily Liu raised her hand to stop what she was going to say, and asked Master Hetong thoughtfully: "Master, do you have a solution?"

Master Hetong put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and bowed to the northwest, which is the direction where the Bodhisattva is established in the main hall of Yuntong Temple: "Amitabha Buddha."

Emily Liu seemed to understand, but when she came to her senses, Master Tong's figure had disappeared.

"Grandmaster?"

I searched the entire Zen room but could not find Master Hetong.

"Miss, this is really strange. Just in the blink of an eye, the abbot disappeared." Qingzhi scratched his head, this was really a ghost.

"Hey, miss, there's a kid in front of me, let me go and ask."

Qingzhi went up to ask the child a few questions and came back with a shocked face.

"Miss, the kid said that the abbot of the temple passed away a few days ago."

"Yes." Emily Liu nodded calmly, with a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

The two returned to the outer hall and suddenly heard a clear voice.

"So you are here."

Emily Liu raised her eyes to look at the point where the sound was coming from, and saw Grace Gu and the five Ning family brothers.

"The incense has been bought." Ethan Ning stepped forward and handed the incense in his hand to Emily Liu and Emily Liu, pursed his lips and smiled.

Grace Gu caught a glimpse of this scene and couldn't help but tilt her head.

"Go in first."

My stupid brother may not be able to take down this girl Mu easily.