Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple in a flash.

Lin Feiyang appeared soon after, with a horrified look on his face, and shook his head: "It's so miserable!"

Fakong glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang has been following in the dark without revealing his figure.

He saw in his mind that Lin Feiyang was standing in the shadow, and there was an invisible force that hindered the erosion of the death energy.

The power of shadow is truly amazing.

The Mikage Scripture is really mysterious and unpredictable.

Fakong said: "This matter must be kept confidential and must not be spread outside."

"Don't worry, I'm absolutely strict with my mouth!"

Fakong laughed.

"It will definitely not be spread this time. No one will tell it, not the old monk, not even little Zhou Yang and Faning."

"The matter is of great importance. Once it is leaked, I am afraid that the entire Shenjing will be in turmoil."

"I understand." Lin Feiyang patted his chest: "I know the severity!"

"But monk, are all those people infected?" Sometimes Lin Feiyang is slow, but sometimes he becomes extra sharp.

Seeing Fang Kong's attitude, he guessed that those people were infected with the plague.

If this news gets out, everyone in Shenjing may run away.

This plague was so terrible and contagious that it infected tens of thousands of people, and even the soldiers were not spared.

Have these soldiers returned to Shenjing? Are they also infected in Shenjing City?

Thinking of this, his face turned ugly: "And monk, isn't there someone in Shenjing City who is also infected?"

Fa Kong remained silent.

How is it possible that no one is infected?

"It's over!" Lin Feiyang exclaimed.

Fakong shook his head and said: "Let's deal with that side first and then talk about it."

"Shenjing is not tens of thousands of people, but hundreds of thousands or millions. Monk, this is really fatal!"

"There is a way." Fakong said calmly.

——

sunset

Outside Daxueshan Vajra Temple, two young men in purple robes stood under the canopy of ancient trees, staring at the mottled, vicissitudes and tilted temple door.

There were complicated expressions on their handsome faces, as they thought of what happened last time.

Monk Yuanxin refused Ziyu's secret order without hesitation, which made them extremely embarrassed.

What about this time?

"Squeak..." The dilapidated temple door slowly opened.

Eight monks filed out, went down the steps to either side, and stood at both ends of the steps, with raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes, looking solemn.

Monk Yuanxin, wearing a gray monk's robe, walked out slowly with a posture as tall and straight as a pine tree.

He stood on the steps and looked at the two of them calmly, tithing together.

Then he walked down the steps step by step, came to the two men, and said with a smile: "Two military masters, we meet again."

Zhao Jiping said: "Master Yuan Xin, this time we have something serious to ask for, and we are here on the orders of the master of the palace."

"Please tell me." Monk Yuan Xin said calmly: "As long as the poor monk can help, I will do my best."

"We heard that Guisi is proficient in the art of tracking."

"Well..."

"This time there is something important, and we need a master who is proficient in the art of tracking. The stronger the better."

"When it comes to tracking techniques, Mingyue'an and Leiyin Temple are all strong."

"It is said that your Vajra Temple came from behind and is no less than or even better than them. We have already invited them."

"You need so many tracking experts?"

"It's a big case! If we can solve the case, it will be a great achievement!"

"Well..." Yuan Xin pondered.

Fan Chenguang suddenly spoke, and said earnestly: "I hope Master Yuan Xin will not hide his clumsiness. This is a very critical time. It is a good opportunity to make a name for yourself, so cherish it!"

"Thank you, Master Fan, for reminding me." Monk Yuan Xin said thoughtfully.

Most people would really ignore Fan Chenguang's words, and they wouldn't care either.

Monk Yuan Xin is extremely sensitive.

He felt that Fan Chenguang's reminder was kind, and he couldn't help stroking his beard and thinking.

After a moment, he shook his head: "The master who is the most proficient in the art of tracking is not in the temple, so the two benefactors' trip was in vain."

"Where is that?"

"Shenjing." Monk Yuanxin smiled and said, "The newly appointed abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, Fakong."

"Fakong..." Zhao Jiping chewed on this Dharma title and stared at Monk Yuan Xin doubtfully.

Yuan Xin said solemnly: "If we can invite Master Nephew Fakong to take action, the tracking technique will be just a piece of cake."

"Haha..." Zhao Jiping couldn't help laughing.

Fan Chenguang said slowly: "Master Yuan Xin said so. It seems that Master Fakong is of great importance."

"After you have seen it, you will know whether what the poor monk said is true or false."

"Okay, then let's go back and ask Master Fakong to take action!" Fan Chenguang said solemnly: "Let's see what Master Fakong is capable of!"

"I won't let you down." Monk Yuanxin tithes him: "The poor monk will send him off not far away."

"Farewell." The two of them turned around and left.

Zhao Jiping snorted.

This cold ass of the Vajra Temple is really unreasonable. When he got to the door, he didn't even invite him a sip of tea. He was really arrogant.

Fan Chenguang shook his head and signaled him not to complain.

After leaving Jingang Temple and running ten miles away, Zhao Jiping finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Click"

He kicked down a pine tree and said bitterly: "This Vajra Temple is more proud than the Great Leiyin Temple!"

"Da Leiyin Temple also needs to pay attention to a little bit of magnanimity. King Kong Temple... let's not talk about that." Fan Chenguang looked calm.

The three major sects have such confidence, they are not as respectful to Shenwu Mansion as other sects, but rather look down upon it.

Of course, this is related to the lack of background and experience among the disciples of Shenwu Mansion. They often stay in the mansion and practice hard, lacking sufficient experience.

The disciples of Shenwu Mansion will not fight alone. Each action is at least a group of five people, and most of them are one group at a time.

"I really want to teach them a lesson!" Zhao Jiping said bitterly: "Why are you so arrogant?"

"It's better not to have such dangerous thoughts."

Fan Chenguang raised the broken part of the tree, and his right palm was like a knife, gently cutting it, and then he cut towards the broken part of the half tree trunk on the ground.

The wood chips fell down, and the two broken parts became smooth like a mirror.

He picked up the broken tree again, put it together tightly, and stood upright, as if it had never been broken, but it couldn't withstand the wind.

Fortunately, there was no wind now.

He shook his head while cutting the tree: "These three major disciples look law-abiding and disciplined, but they are very evil in private."

"He dares to kill me?" Zhao Jiping sneered indignantly.

"If they catch us and have an excuse, why don't you dare?" Fan Chenguang shook his head and said, "They will pretend not to know that you are a disciple of Shenwu Mansion, and cripple or kill you. Where can you go to seek justice?"

"Then our Shenwu Mansion will never give up!"

"Alas!" Fan Chenguang shook his head: "Naive."

"Can they really do it?"

"I have heard of two cases." Fan Chenguang shook his head and said, "The iron certificate granted by the Emperor Taizu is not for show. We in Shenwu Mansion can do nothing about them."

"Lawless!" Zhao Jiping gritted his teeth.

Fan Chenguang patted his shoulder: "I told you last time not to think too highly of ourselves, and to be calm. It seems useless."

"Military Marquis, I understand!" Zhao Jiping said hurriedly: "I understand it completely now."

"I hope you can understand." Fan Chenguang shook his head: "Otherwise, it will bring trouble to you and me."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Zhao Jiping hurriedly put on a smile.

——

The next morning, Fakong had breakfast and walked slowly out of the city.

At this time, the East Gate was heavily guarded and no one was allowed to pass.

People thought it was because of the case of Doctor Xie's murder, so they didn't think it was strange and thought it was natural.

After all, they were still chasing the murderers all over the city. Once the city gate was opened, wouldn't it let the murderers escape?

As Fakong approached the city gate, a middle-aged man as strong as a bear pushed aside the armored soldiers, strode over, and respectfully clasped his hands: "Master Fakong."

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands: "General Yue."

"Master, please follow me." Yue Minghui respectfully extended his hand to invite him.

Fakong nodded.

The armored soldiers made way.

The city gate opened a gap, and the two went out of the East Gate, performing Qinggong to run fast.

Fakong didn't use his magical powers this time to observe whether there were any infected soldiers or ordinary people at the East Gate.

He can now open his mind's eyes with his eyes open and sense with his mind's eyes.

The result is good as seen by the heart.

These soldiers were not infected.

It is obvious that the spiritual perception of the first-class master of King Xin worked.

They should have sensed the danger in time and quickly adopted a blockade, thus cutting off the danger of spreading.

However, now that we have only seen the east gate, we cannot completely determine that the plague has not spread in Shenjing, and we need to check slowly.

We rushed all the way to the endless camp of disaster victims.

Under the bright sunshine, Chu Xiang, wearing a green robe, stood on a high platform at the entrance of the camp.

This was what Fakong instructed to build yesterday, and it was built in one day.

The platform is about 30 meters high, and it feels very high when standing below the platform.

He is standing on the edge of the platform, commanding the armored soldiers to work with full energy.

He shouts and scolds from time to time.

Several pages of plain paper are stuffed into tents by the soldiers.

These soldiers moved very quickly, running past tents one by one, stuffing things into the tents while shouting: "Keep it, help!"

Chu Xiang's prestige came into play at this time. The victims did not doubt the soldiers' words and curiously took the plain paper.

The literate began to read to everyone, and they all felt puzzled.

The victims who had been cured did not return to their respective tents, but were still left in the original camp.

So the news did not spread.

And even if it spread, it would be useless, because everyone was huddled in the tent and the news could not be circulated.

Fakong floated up and came to Chu Xiang's side: "Prince, let them all come out, and then let those who have been cured come out and come together."

"Gather together?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Chu Xiang agreed readily without asking any more questions.

He shouted loudly: "Everyone listen, get out of the tent and join me. You must not disobey my orders, otherwise, you will be driven out directly!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Under his urging, and the soldiers knocking outside the tent, everyone reluctantly left the tent, their faces gloomy.

They even wondered if King Xin thought they were a burden and wanted to burn everyone with a fire?

Everyone gradually gathered under the platform, like a trickle of water merging into a lake.

While approaching the platform timidly, they looked around curiously.

Every face was filled with fear, worry and numbness.

They had been lying in the tent for the past few days, worried and even waiting to die. This torture was enough to make people exhausted and even collapsed.

Tens of thousands of people gathered together, stretching far away, and there were densely packed heads and tens of thousands of frightened and numb faces, which was both spectacular and chilling.

"Hey, where are those lucky guys? Bring them up." Chu Xiang shouted.

Yue Minghui immediately led people to carry those who had been cured one by one to the platform for the people below to see.

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