Chapter 171 (1/2)

Some things are like fate. You can't escape if you want to.

No matter how resistant and disdainful Yi Qiuling was at the beginning, when she met Southern Jiangsu and they experienced something together, some things have quietly changed.

This change is just like what the ”that person” predicted at the beginning. Everything is still moving forward according to the preset track, if not deviated.

Yi Qiuling studied Esoteric Buddhism with ”that person” when he was very young. Yi Qiuling knows the strength of ”that person” very well.

Those who are qualified to help the three Bhutanese patriarchs are by no means ordinary people. But no one knows why he hid in Bhutan and did not return to his own country.

Probably this secret is only known to the top few people of the whole Bhutanese nationality. The real identity of that person ”is actually a Yanguo person.

A Yanguo man became a teacher of the Bhutanese patriarch and taught three Bhutanese patriarchs. This is the supreme dish Yao. No one knows what he is waiting for and why.

Moreover, as the head cabinet of the Presbyterian Council, he is specially responsible for investigating any incident related to the ”holy tablet”, which is the top secret of the whole Bhutanese people.

As the patriarch, Jie Qiuling should have been the actual leader of the whole Bhutanese nationality

However, the ”man” has great power. The older generation in the Presbyterian Council need to rely on him for opportunities. Even the power of the whole Bhutan is actually in his hands.

Qiuling once expressed her dissatisfaction with this behavior, but soon someone privately advised Chengcheng not to be the enemy of ”that person”.

Over the years, ”that man” has not done anything to harm the interests of Bhutanese. Out of consideration and respect for his influence, Yi Qiuling gets along with him fairly peacefully.

Now, as the keepsake of the Presbyterian Council, the string of honey wax was thrown under the feet of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Has he killed the most powerful member of the Bhutanese people? Who is this middle-aged man? What is his purpose?

You don't recognize it anymore, do you? ”The middle-aged man was joking on his face.

At the time of Qiuling, I didn't know the purpose of the middle-aged man. Was he demonstrating to himself or wanted to give up resistance?

Fang Ben will never give up. She won't give up even if she fights for the last drop of blood for the man behind her.

Yi Qiulin looked back at Southern Jiangsu. At the moment, Southern Jiangsu still keeps its wings open in the air, but its body shrinks and is caged by the golden light.

It seems that this promotion system is only auxiliary, and Sunan itself needs to undergo a different test. This is not quite the same as the previous promotion.

So, what exactly is Sunan going through now? Outsiders don't know.

I'm afraid only southern Jiangsu knows the answer.

What Yi Qiuling has to do now is to keep the promotion of Southern Jiangsu undisturbed.

You killed him? ”Yi Qiuling said word by word, looking coldly at the middle-aged man.

No, no, no, it seems you misunderstood me. ”The middle-aged man suddenly grinned.

Me, that's the man“

What? ”Yi Qiuling couldn't believe his ears.

You, that's the man? ”

Jie Qiuling looked carefully at the rough middle-aged man with beard in front of him. There was no way to connect him with the shriveled and thin old man.

”Yes, I am!” the middle-aged man smiled.

It was I who hid in Bhutan for hundreds of years, and I also taught the three Bhutanese lords, including you, ”said the middle-aged man, with a more serious smile on his face.

The surprise on Yi Qiuling's face never disappeared. The news was so shocking.

Originally, she thought that the middle-aged man had killed the ”man”, and she felt incredible about the strong strength of the middle-aged man.

Now, when she learned that the tough middle-aged man in front of her was the shriveled and thin old man who had taught herself for 16 years, it was no longer a fear of strength.

A burning country, Bhutanese people have been hiding for hundreds of years. Today, they stand in front of themselves.

If there were no startling conspiracy behind this, Yi Qiuling would not believe it.

Moreover, just this forbearance and this plan are enough to make anyone including Yi Qiuling afraid.

So what was he waiting for in Bhutan for hundreds of years? What did he want to do when he came here? At the thought of this, Yi Qiuling suddenly felt his hair on his back.

If all this is a conspiracy, will the middle-aged man dressed up as a teacher and let himself find Southern Jiangsu also be part of this conspiracy?

So, the holy monument that has disappeared for hundreds of years and reappeared, will it be what this middle-aged man wants to look for?

Otherwise, why does the person who controls the Presbyterian Church pay special attention to any thread element related to the ”holy tablet” and specially ask her to deal with things related to the ”holy tablet”?

The whole thing was designed by the middle-aged man from the beginning. But no one knows what his plot is.

Just now, Yi Qiuling saw him wave his hand and the half of the holy monument flew to him.