Grabbed the escalator, Zheng Manjing walked out of the mystery that had been bothering her.

In front of her, more than a dozen people came together.

They had the residual strength of the Buddha's light on their bodies.

She hurriedly went forward to greet them.

"Hello..." she asked, "I wonder where the Buddha is now?"

These people looked at her, but they all revealed smiles on their faces.

"The Buddha is merciful!" One of them cupped his head, and a shrewd look flashed in his eyes. He chuckled, "He is in the place where he should be. It's fate!"

"Benefactor, I'm afraid you're too late!"

They had already remembered the teachings of the Buddha without heaven.

If they couldn't pluck a single hair to benefit the world, they wouldn't do it. If they knew the world was willing to serve them, they wouldn't do it alone.

That was because if they plucked a single hair to benefit the world, it had nothing to do with me. They might even sacrifice my interests.

Knowing that the world only worships me is contrary to the Great Dao!

The human world is not worth it.

Whether it is beauty or money, they are all external things.

Only 'I' is the most important: I am myself.

"If you stick to your heart, you will be able to see the other shore and usher in true freedom and great liberation."

"If you give up this, you will have nothing else and will not give up on other paths."

Hence, these people were now comparable to the most virtuous monks.

They had no desires or desires, which was different from the usual sense of having no desires or desires.

Those who liked beauties would still like them.

Those who liked money would also love money.

However, they would not be addicted to these things anymore.

In a certain sense, it could be considered as a different path leading to the same destination.

Basically, they had already reached the stage of the pink skeleton.

In their eyes, the young and beautiful princess of Ceylon might be a peerless beauty in the human world, but it was only so-so.

"Compared to me, it was simply not worth mentioning."

Compared to the Great Dao of Buddha, it was like a weed.

Zheng Manjing was slightly stunned when she heard that.

She could feel the light of Buddha emanating from the person in front of her.

That was the sincere heart of Buddha.

And these people, almost all of them had an untainted heart of Buddha!

Therefore, she felt a sense of awe. She hurriedly pressed her palms together. "My Buddha is merciful!"

These people chuckled and returned the greeting. "My Buddha is merciful!"

Then, they directly shook her off and continued to move forward.

They still had to comprehend and reflect on the Supreme Dao of Buddha without heavens.

This was a matter of self-interest, which was in line with the Great Dao.

...

Since the policewoman said that she didn't need his assistance in the investigation, Ling Ping'an was happy to be free and quickly left.

He didn't want to take a statement.

It would take a long time to go back and forth. Of course, if the government needed it, he would still cooperate. He was a law-abiding citizen!

Therefore, he took advantage of the fact that there were many people here and immediately walked forward to blend into the crowd.

Then, he took a few turns and arrived at a circular railing inside the exhibition hall.

There were already many tired people leaning against chairs to rest.

It seemed that these were all guests who were here to participate in the Fellowship Party.

Moreover, many people were sitting together in pairs.

Ling Ping'an only looked at them for a while before he felt that he smelled something sour.

This smell was very unpleasant.

It was also a little disgusting!

He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurriedly took a detour from here.

In the end, he bumped into a tall and graceful woman who had just come up from the escalator below.

Then, that small face was full of surprise.

"Young Master!"

"I've finally found you!"

Ling Ping'an blinked his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.

She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

She was wearing a blue and white dress. She was very tall, a little taller than Ling Ping'an.

Her breasts were very big...

They were bulging.

This was something Ling Ping'an had never seen before.

However, he stared at her face and thought carefully, after which he asked, "Miss, do we know each other?"

He had face blindness, so it was easy for him to confuse others.

Most people looked the same in his eyes.

He was too lazy to remember other people's faces.

Other than his relatives and neighbors, he rarely used time to remember other people's faces.

That was too difficult for him.

She was slightly stunned, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

However, she quickly walked out of the shadows and said very intimately, "Young Master... I'm He Rourou!"

"We met last time in Jiangcheng City..."

Ling Ping'an still blinked his eyes. He seriously thought about it, but still shook his head. "I'm sorry, Miss, my memory is bad!"

After the incident at the Deer Hall.

Ling Ping'an would think more about everything.

After all, the imperial city was a big city and there were too many tricks.

Who knew if it was a scam?

Anyway, Ling Ping'an used to brag and chat in the author group and heard about the tragic experiences of many authors.

According to the legend, the god was once cheated by a wine tray.

That was why when a boy went out, he must protect himself well.

He Rourou swallowed her saliva.

Initially, she was full of joy as she finally found her master.

But now, her master's face was cold and distant, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Wasn't this what the maidservants should bear?

To be more precise...

Wasn't this the test that she had to bear?

If she wanted to be a maidservant by her master's side, then a good temper was essential.

She had to accept it, and she had to learn how to cater to it.

Most importantly, she had to let master know how good she was.

She had to remember how good she was.

Thus, she lowered her head slightly, and deliberately let the glory under her chest be exposed as much as possible in front of master.

Even if master didn't know how to look.

That was simply because she was a servant girl.

Which servant girl didn't know how to seduce her master?

She was just a crude servant girl. She couldn't make a name for herself, nor could she make a name for herself.

...

Zheng Manjing felt the temperature coming from her wrist.

She followed the direction and went around a few corridors, entering the circular area used for resting in the exhibition hall.

Then, she saw the back of that Young Master Ling.

She would not be mistaken.

Because she had seen him the day before yesterday and had a deep impression of him!

Not only that, the lotus seeds on her bracelet were also burning hot.

The Buddha was right in front of her!

She was nervous and perturbed as she carefully walked over.

Just then, she saw a tall and slim woman in front of Young Master Ling, lowering her head, allowing the large area of her chest to be exposed.

"Vixen!" Zheng Manjing cursed in her heart.

Then, she subconsciously looked at her chest.

She felt a little guilty, but she still mustered up her courage and walked over.

"Young Master Ling!" She chuckled softly and greeted him in a tone that she had practiced countless times.

Then, she slowly lifted the corner of her skirt and slowly bowed under the gaze of the tall and Slim Vixen in front of Young Master Ling. It was an impeccable lady's etiquette.

She gently pulled up her bangs that she had combed for a long time today, causing her pair of azure blue eyes that were known as 'The Pearl of Ceylon' to light up completely.

"I am Zheng Manjing..."

She glanced at her in a threatening manner. That vixen whose eyes were already wide open as if she wanted to eat someone.

"I wonder if you have eaten the soup from last night?"