Shangjing City.
Night Watch training office.
"What? This time the new recruits training will be held in Cangnan? Where is Cangnan?" Yuan Gang looked at the document in his hand and asked in surprise.
In front of him, the man who was lazily lying in the recliner behind the desk stretched out, squinted his eyes and sat up. There was a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.
He is Shao Pingge, the captain of the Night Watch team numbered 006 stationed in Shangjing City.
"It's a small city in the southeast region, next to Huaihai City." Shao Pingge thought for a moment and replied.
"But... weren't the training camps in previous years held in Shangjing? Why was it suddenly changed to Cangnan this year?" Yuan Gang frowned.
"Who knows what the higher-ups are thinking." Shao Pingge stood up, filled a glass of water from the kettle, and lay back down slowly, "We... Oh no, you just have to follow orders.
You are the deputy captain of our 006 team and the chief instructor of the recruit training camps. You have led so many batches of soldiers. Can't you change the environment?"
"Of course not." Yuan Gang shook his head repeatedly, "I just don't understand why they suddenly changed the location. Obviously, the equipment and facilities here are all ready, but now they have to be transported to Cangnan with great fanfare... Isn't this just looking for trouble?"
"The higher-ups must have their reasons for doing this. We just need to follow orders. We shouldn't know... so don't ask too many questions."
"… All right." Yuan Gang sighed.
"With the efficiency of the logistics department, we can build a complete training base in Cangnan before dawn tomorrow. You should also take your people to pack up and get ready to set off." Shao Pingge took a sip of tea.
"Yes." Yuan Gang thought for a moment and continued, "Captain, can you hold on to Shangjing and prevent any trouble while I'm away from it?"
Swish!
A slipper sole was thrown out from behind the desk. Yuan Gang dodged it by slightly turning sideways. Then Shao Pingge's curse came from behind the desk.
"Hey, Yuan Gang, who are you looking down on? I am the captain of the garrison team in Shangjing. Am I just here to eat for free?"
Yuan Gang chuckled, threw Shao Pingge's slippers out of the window, then opened the door and walked out.
Shao Pingge cursed loudly!
…
Guangzhou-Shenzhen City.
A luxurious club.
"Cangnan? What place is Cangnan?" In the extremely luxurious VIP massage room, a little fat man in a bathrobe was lying on the sofa, looking at the notice in his hand in surprise, and turned his head to ask.
Behind the door of the VIP room, five sturdy bodyguards stood there expressionlessly. In front of them, a butler wearing a monocle bowed slightly and said gently:
"Replying to Young Master, Cangnan is a small city in the southeast."
"Weren't you in Beijing before?"
"It seems that the policy has changed this year. It looks like your schedule will also need to be changed. I will send someone to arrange it."
The little fat boy thought for a moment, put the grapes back into the basin, and waved his hand.
"I'll book a flight tomorrow and I'll leave tomorrow!"
The housekeeper was stunned. "Young Master, isn't it too hasty to go tomorrow? Don't worry about the dormitory. We have already asked the night watchmen to arrange the best dormitory for you. They will give us face."
"Guangzhou and Shenzhen are too boring. I want to go and make new friends!"
"… Young Master, when you get there, try to speak Mandarin, otherwise they might not understand you."
"Mandarin?" The little fat boy thought for a moment, "That's right, if there is a language communication problem... you really can't make true friends!"
After saying that, he patted the young woman who was massaging his feet, "Okay, go down and have a rest. I have enjoyed enough of the past ten years. It's time to change my life..."
He stood up and stretched, his fat body trembling slightly.
"Is this Cangnan? I'm not coming!"
…
On Mount Jiuhua.
Buddhist music lingers and sandalwood is in the air.
An old monk in a cassock paced through the wooden corridor, the rosary in his hand turning slightly, his eyes as calm as water.
Finally, he stopped at the door of a Zen room.
He stretched out his hand, knocked twice on the door, and then pushed it open and walked in.
Inside the Zen room, there was only a bed, a table, and a cushion. On the largest wall, the two characters "meditation" were written in black. The strokes were elegant and seemingly gentle, but they seemed to conceal a terrifying murderous intent.
The black-haired boy on the futon opened his eyes slightly.
"Donor Cao Yuan, your letter has arrived." The old monk performed a Buddhist salute and then took out an envelope from his sleeve.
The black-haired boy slowly stood up, took the envelope, opened it and looked at it for a long time.
"Cangnan..." he muttered to himself, then looked up at the old monk and said respectfully, "Master, do you think... should I go?"
"Donor, you have been meditating in this Buddhist temple for five years. The evil in your heart has been suppressed. I think... you should go."
The boy showed hesitation in his eyes, "But, the sins I have committed..."
"Killing is a sin, saving the world is a merit, only when the merits and demerits are balanced can one be at ease." The old monk's eyes were extremely deep, he put his hands together and said calmly,
"Even if you stay in this temple for decades, sin is still sin... Donor, it's time to let it go."
The young man was silent for a long time, then he also clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master."
"Donor Cao Yuan, I have something else to remind you."
"Master, please speak."
"You may meet a noble person on your way to Cangnan. If you can seize the opportunity, you can not only wash away your sins in this life, but also achieve enlightenment."
"Noble?" Cao Yuan frowned slightly, "This noble...what are his characteristics?"
"Two trees stand upright, one of the eight gods is gone, ten years have passed since nightfall, and they have saved the people of this world." The old monk closed his eyes, put his hands together, and his voice was like the long ringing of an ancient bell.
"-Amitabha."
Cao Yuan's eyes were full of confusion, but he still carefully wrote down these words and bowed in return.
"In that case..." Cao Yuan looked up at the sea of clouds on the mountain top outside the meditation room, clasped his hands together, and spoke calmly:
"I'll go too..."
…
In the van.
Lin Qiye glanced at the silent crowd and silently shrank his neck.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Ahem..." Wen Qimo coughed twice and broke the silence first, "Um, Qiye, the train ticket cannot be refunded... That's not your problem, don't take it to heart."
Chen Muye, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked a little green.
"Well... we have to think of something good, right? For example... we are training in Cangnan City, which is so close, we can visit you anytime!"
"The training camp is closed and we can't get in." Driver Wu Xiangnan said quietly.
"…" Wen Qimo paused, "Then at least we bought everything, such as down jackets, thick blankets, hot packs, large scarves…"
"Qi Mo... You won't need these in Cangnan's winter." Hongying reminded in a low voice.
"Shut up!" Chen Muye glared at Wen Qimo and felt his heart bleeding.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and looked at Lin Qiye eagerly.
"Seven nights,
Why don't you go check it out later...
Can these be returned?"