484: Chapter 484: Hanshan Temple Outside of Gusu City 484: Chapter 484: Hanshan Temple Outside of Gusu City An hour later, Chu Ruohuang was completely drained and limp on the driver’s console, her round buttocks a raw shade of red, marked with bloodstains, her own clear fluids, and the creamy liquid left by Lin Shuang.
The creamy liquid, mixed with blood, trickled slowly out of her anus, dampening her leather pants and underwear.
Lin Shuang had thoroughly subdued this damned canary.
“Little canary, let me warn you for the last time, mind your own business from now on, or next time, I won’t just be taking the back door, but the front door.
I’ll get you pregnant for sure, I do what I say,” Lin Shuang said coldly, threatening her.
Shen Huang shakily pulled her pants up, her entire being engulfed in despair.
All she could do was nod in trembling agreement.
After Lin Shuang helped her to her feet, he finally opened the door of the cockpit.
Outside the hatch, a group of subordinates waited, bowing their heads in respect when they saw Shen Huang and Lin Shuang emerge.
The noise inside had been too loud just now; although the door was soundproof, they had heard more or less…
“Greetings Your Highness, the King of the Underworld.
Greetings, sister-in-law,” one of the submarine’s pilots quickly changed his address cleverly.
Lin Shuang glared coldly at the pilot.
The pilot immediately realized that this woman Shen Huang was not yet worthy of being their lord of the underworld’s partner.
So, he promptly shut up.
Meanwhile, Su Wanqiao had fallen asleep and was oblivious to everything that had happened in the cockpit…
The submarine surfaced again along the Huangpu River shoreline, Shen Huang was released and driven off the vessel.
Tonight’s sabotage mission had been a devastating loss for Shen Huang.
She had lost both her dignity and her troops…
After she left, the submarine once again dived…
…
At six in the morning, the nuclear-powered submarine finally reached Su Province, hundreds of kilometers away.
The nuclear-powered submarine surfaced slowly in the middle of Lake Tai.
Spanning Su Province and Z Province, Lake Tai is an enormous body of water.
The submarine stopped at a point in the middle of the lake, surrounded by an endless expanse of water, invisible to anyone.
Lin Shuang let Su Wanqiao rest and settle down inside the submarine.
Lin Shuang, on the other hand, directly disembarked from the submarine; he was heading to Hanshan Temple in Gusu City first to delve into his own past.
Lin Shuang took a rubber dinghy from the submarine to the shore and left the vessel.
Su Wanqiao remained inside the submarine, now with a signal on her phone.
Su Wanqiao immediately sent photos of the interior of the nuclear-powered submarine to her secretary, instructing her to investigate information about the vessel.
…
Half an hour later, outside Gusu City, Hanshan Temple.
Lin Shuang approached the ancient temple alone.
In the Tang dynasty, the poet Zhang Ji had written an immortal poem: “Outside Gusu City’s Hanshan Temple, the midnight bell tolls unto the passenger’s ship.”
Hence, Hanshan Temple’s fame had lasted through the ages.
Today, inside Hanshan Temple, pilgrims came continuously, bustling with activity.
Lin Shuang entered Hanshan Temple, first buying incense and directly donating a hundred thousand cash to the merit box.
After the donation, Lin Shuang grabbed a young monk and asked, “Little Master, I wish to meet the abbot of your temple, may I ask for an introduction?”
However, the young monk shook his head in response, “Our abbot does not meet with outsiders.
Please leave, sir.”
Lin Shuang was taken aback but just as stubborn, so he simply stood outside the doors of Hanshan Temple, from daylight until dark.
The monks tried to persuade him to leave when they wanted to close up for the night.
But Lin Shuang declared, “I won’t leave without seeing the abbot.”
He stood like that, another whole night through.
When Su Wanqiao called him that night, Lin Shuang told her to sleep first; he wouldn’t be coming back for the next few days.
Lin Shuang was extremely patient, standing outside Hanshan Temple for three full days and nights.
For those three days, to show his sincerity, Lin Shuang neither ate nor drank, standing as still as a statue outside the temple.
The monks inside couldn’t convince him to leave, no matter what they tried.
Finally, on the evening of the third day, a monk approached and sighed, “Alas, sir…
you win.
The abbot has agreed to meet with you.
Please come in.”
With a focused gaze, Lin Shuang quickly followed the monk inside the temple.
It was already night, the temple was devoid of pilgrims, only monks were meditating and chanting sutras.
Lin Shuang walked through the Buddha hall to the back courtyard’s wing-rooms.
The monk brought him to the abbot’s quarters, “Abbot Wu Jiu is inside, you may enter.”
Lin Shuang pushed the door and entered.
In the abbot’s quarters, a curtain obscured the abbot’s face.
From behind the curtain, the abbot motioned for Lin Shuang to sit down.
“Young benefactor, may I ask why you so insistently sought to meet with me?” the abbot asked from behind the curtain in a hoarse voice.
Listening to the voice, one could deduce that the abbot was quite old.
Sitting outside the curtain, Lin Shuang asked in a focused tone, “May I inquire, Abbot Wu Jiu, do you recognize me?”
Behind the curtain, Abbot Wu Jiu shook his head slowly, “Young benefactor, we have never met before; how could I recognize you?”
“Thirty years ago, someone transferred me from Hanshan Temple in Gusu City to the Red Sun Orphanage in Hai City.
Do you know of this, Abbot Wu Jiu?” Lin Shuang pressed on.
Behind the curtain, Abbot Wu Jiu shook his head again slowly, “I have no knowledge of that.
Young benefactor, perhaps you have mistaken the place?
This is a temple, not an orphanage.”
However, Lin Shuang suddenly pulled out the letter, raised his hand, and sent the envelope flying behind the curtain.
“Abbot Wu Jiu, do you recognize this letter then?”