Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

After Lu Yang finished his shower and dried himself, he lay down on the bed. Qinglan simply tidied up the room.

She obediently climbed onto the bed and lay beside Lu Yang, her body shaking like a kitten caught in the rain.

"Don't be afraid, hold me and go to sleep, I'm too tired." After Lu Yang finished speaking, he began to snore within a few breaths.

Qinglan slowly raised her head, looked at Lu Yang's handsome cheek, and tentatively brushed it gently with her slender white fingers.

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The next day, before dawn, Lu Yang had already woken up. Qinglan was still hugging him beside him, with one of her legs resting on his.

He was sleeping like a pig, drooling.

This made Lu Yang's second brother, who was already very strong, feel even more uncomfortable.

Not wanting to delay important matters, Lu Yang quickly reminded himself to leave early in the morning before the guys got up.

He slowly pushed Qinglan away, got out of bed, walked to the table, put on the monk's robe he had prepared last night, and picked up the monk's ferry to take a look at it.

The monk's name is "Wuxing"

"Damn, he's really good at naming."

He climbed out of the window again, pulled out the two daggers on the window, and threw his clothes into the yard of the house next door.

Smearing a few handfuls of dust on the wall and applying it on the face makes people feel like they have slept in the earth.

He first went to Yang's haunted house to get his equipment, and then picked up a broken bamboo hat in his house, which fit his head perfectly, and it was very suitable for his identity as a wandering monk.

Then we walked towards the north gate in the direction of Eagle Mountain.

When he was very close to the city gate, he started begging for alms near the checkpoint.

At this time, Lu Yang was wearing a tattered bamboo hat and carrying a dark package on his shoulder. In fact, it was a modified Qing Dynasty official uniform.

All his equipment hung heavy around his waist.

"Amitabha, good, good, donor, please be kind."

Lu Yang stood in front of a meat stall.

The butcher with a face full of fat was stunned!

Lu Yang and the two butchers stared at it for a long time.

"Master, I only have pig offal here. Do you want some?"

Lu Yang swallowed his saliva and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, good, good, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but remain in the Buddha's heart. Is it cooked?"

"Wow," the butcher was at a loss as to what to do. He had wanted to laugh at the little monk.

At this time, a fat woman came out, probably the wife of a butcher.

"Third brother, please stop teasing the young master. It's so early in the morning. I'll make you two steamed buns."

Lu Yang quickly bowed his head and said, "Amitabha, good, good, the donor is kind-hearted and will surely be rewarded!"

The fat lady laughed happily, handed him two steamed buns with her greasy hands, and gave him a pickled vegetable lump.

Lu Yang muttered in his heart: "You gave me a lot of things, why not give me some pig intestines?"

Their meat stall is very close to the checkpoint at the city gate.

It seemed that not many people left the city, and the soldiers had nothing to do, so they saw clearly the monk begging for alms at the meat stall.

Several soldiers were laughing and joking with each other.

Seeing that they were very free, Lu Yang gave up the idea of ​​leaving the city now. He planned to follow the team leaving the city when there were more people around. This way, the success rate would be higher.

So I was not in a hurry. I stood by the roadside, eating quietly, taking a bite of steamed bun and a bite of pickles.

Soon, a black Ford sedan stopped in front of him.

It happened so suddenly that Lu Yang didn't react at all. He subconsciously threw the pickles on the ground and reached for his waist.

Although he was very close to the city gate, he was confident that he could escape from here.

However, at this moment, the front door opened and a middle-aged woman with a kind face got out.

She had a popular bun, a plump figure, and expensive jade bracelets on both wrists, one green and one red.

She walked closer to Lu Yang and saluted.

"Excuse me, Master, have you left the city?"

Lu Yang then relaxed his guard and looked at the Ford car behind him, guessing that the rich woman might want to give him a ride.

It didn't matter when he looked at the car, he suddenly saw the back window rolled down.

A beautiful face was reflected in the car window.

"Chen Yijun?"

He didn't have time to think at this moment, he had to look away immediately, otherwise it would be inappropriate for a monk to stand on the roadside and watch a young woman.

Lu Yang still had to deal with the middle-aged woman in front of him, so he quickly bowed his head and said, "My dear lady, I will return to Tianlong Temple now."

"Are you the master of Tianlong Temple?" The woman seemed very excited at this time, with a smile on her face.

"My name is Wuxing, and I am a monk at Tianlong Temple."

"Oh, I really have a connection with Buddha. Yesterday I dreamed that I should go to Tianlong Temple to fulfill a vow. Today I met the master from Tianlong Temple on the road. Yijun, don't you think I have a deep connection with Buddha?" This sentence was obviously said to the young and beautiful woman in the car.

At this time, the rear door opened and a beautiful figure came out of the car.

"Chen Yijun," there was no mistake, this was the person the original owner had a crush on and was drunk because of a broken heart.

How can you say the original owner was cowardly? He didn't even have the courage to confess his feelings to Chen Yijun, so he just drank in self-abasement and sentenced himself to death.

The two of them had a pretty good relationship among the international students of the same period. The original owner was a typical three-good young man, good at studying, good moral character, and good looks.

Chen Yijun has three things: power, big breasts, and a big butt.

Chen Yijun is the niece of the second Chen of the CC family. Her grandmother is from the Kong family, and the Song family is also a close relative.

In the Republic of China, who could easily marry someone with this kind of relationship?

Today, I went out with her nanny to burn incense and fulfill a vow. Unexpectedly, I saw this monk who looked very familiar.

She and Lu Yang haven't seen each other for almost a year.

The monk in front of him was thinner and darker than Lu Yang. He wore a hat that covered half of his face. Chen Yijun was not sure if it was Lu Yang.

He doesn't look like a fake monk. He looks dusty and must have walked a long way.

Besides, I can't offend the wet nurse.

Let’s get in the car and talk slowly later. When I think about Lu Yang becoming a monk, I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"Nanny, this may be fate. It's just right for us to go together. What do you think, little master?" After saying that, Eason Chan lowered his head, wanting to find an opportunity to see Lu Yang's face clearly.

Lu Yang pretended to be embarrassed and lowered his head even lower, clasping his hands together and chanting "Amitabha."

The nurse looked on and laughed: "Then let's go together, little master. I know you are a cultivator, but it's okay to sit in the car for a while. Just think of it as a way to save me."

Lu Yang was even more excited. Now going out was no problem, and he could reach Eagle Mountain quickly.

"Then thank you, lady donor."

The three of them got back into the car, and the morning sun had begun to shine on the earth.

Outside the city was a vast expanse of farmland. Chen Yijun watched the green plants rapidly receding outside the car window, but her heart was on the monk next to her.

From time to time, she stole a glance at the person next to her, and saw Lu Yang sitting there straight, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

He looks like a high-level monk.

"Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"

Chen Yijun was still unwilling to give up, so she asked, "I wonder what your secular name is?"

Lu Yang's heart trembled. What he feared would come true, so he could only make up a name.

"Let's not talk about worldly matters. My surname is Yang and my name is Kai."

Chen Yijun was a little disappointed. The days she spent with Lu Yang were still vivid in her mind. He was a promising young man, but unfortunately, when she came back this time, she heard that both his parents had passed away.

So I took the opportunity to run from Shanghai to my nanny's house here, and also wanted to take the opportunity to ask around and see if I could be of any help.

Lu Yang would definitely come back to attend the funeral after such a big thing happened, and she would see him soon, so she no longer cared about the monk in front of her.