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 body.

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 Sutra is really mysterious and unpredictable.

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

"Don't worry, my mouth is absolutely strict!"

Fakong laughed.

"It will definitely not be spread this time. No one will tell it, not even the old monk, not even little Zhou Yang or 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, and are they also infected in Shenjing City?

Thinking of this, his face turned ugly: "There is also a monk, is 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 the 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.

The eight monks filed out, went down the steps to either side, and stood at both ends of the steps, eyebrows raised and eyes solemn.

Monk Yuanxin was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a figure as tall and straight as a pine, and he walked out slowly.

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 order of the master of the palace."

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

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

"Well……"

"This time there is something important. We need experts who are proficient in the art of tracking. The stronger the better."

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

"It is said that your Vajra Temple has come 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 with sincerity: "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, Donor 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 Yuan Xin smiled and said, "The newly appointed abbot of the outer courtyard of the 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 will not let you down." Monk Yuanxin tithes him: "The poor monk will send it off not far away."

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

Zhao Jiping snorted.

This cold ass of Kongji 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 the 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 are so confident that they don't respect Shenwu Mansion as much 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.

Disciples of the Shenwu Mansion do not fight alone. They move at least as a team, in groups of five, and most of them are one-tenth-one-tenth actions.

"I really wish I could show them some color!" Zhao Jiping said bitterly: "Why are you so arrogant?"

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

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

The sawdust fell rustlingly, and the two broken stubbles became as smooth as a mirror.

He lifted up the broken tree again, and put it together tightly, standing tall and straight, as if it had never been broken, but it could not withstand the wind.

Fortunately, there is no wind now.

He shook his head while peeling the tree: "These three major disciples all seem to behave themselves and follow the rules, but in private their hands are secretive."

"Does he still dare to kill me?" Zhao Jiping sneered angrily.

"If they catch you and you 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 the Shenwu Palace, and then they will cripple you or kill you. Where can they reason with you?"

"Then our Shenwu Mansion will never give up!"

"Alas——!" Fan Chenguang shook his head: "How naive."

"Can they really do it?"

"I have heard of two cases." Fan Chenguang shook his head and said: "The iron coupons given by Taizu are not just decorations. Our Shenwu Mansion can do nothing with them."

"Lawless!" Zhao Jiping gritted his teeth.

Fan Chenguang patted him on the shoulder: "I told you last time not to think too highly of ourselves and to calm down. It seems to be of no use."

"Junhou, I understand!" Zhao Jiping said hurriedly: "I completely understand now."
To be continued...