He was overjoyed, snatched it up like a hungry dog, quickly put it in his arms, and smiled proudly.

Monk Huiling took a deep look at him, already remembering this boy, and was ready to teach him a lesson if he had the chance.

"Let's go." Master Murong said in a deep voice.

"Then you can go, I won't go." Monk Huiling shook his head: "It's a camp for disaster victims, tsk tsk, I don't want others to suffer like that."

The corners of Master Murong's lips curled up slightly and he smiled faintly: "Huiling, aren't you worried that I am not good for Fakong?"

"I came here just out of curiosity. I'm afraid you might do something bad to the abbot?" Monk Huiling hummed, "If you're not stupid, you should know what not to do, so let's go."

He slipped out of the window and disappeared in a flash.

Master Murong followed him out, gliding like an eagle with spread wings, fluttering across the rooftops, and arrived at the east city gate.

The east city gate has been sealed and cannot be entered or exited for the time being.

He carried Wang Qingshan and passed directly through the city gate. Before the city guards could fire their powerful crossbows, he had already disappeared without a trace, causing the city guards to scold him.

But the city gate is easy to break through, but the military camp cannot be broken into.

He came to the front of the camp and shouted: "Master Murong Murong of Chenghai Dao has met His Highness King Xin."

Prince Xin was in the big tent looking through the files handed over by Yue Minghui, which recorded information on the people captured by the Shenwu Mansion.

Yue Minghui looked at him carefully. King Xin's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes shone with cold light.

Hearing this voice coming in, Chu Xiang stood up slowly and snorted: "Are these monks crazy?"

"It's really crazy." Yue Minghui nodded quickly.

Chu Xiang walked slowly to the front of the camp, saw Master Murong, and said in a deep voice: "What is Mr. Murong doing?"

Although he did not recognize Master Murong, he sensed that Master Murong was the great master.

"I wonder if Fakong is there?" Master Murong said in a deep voice.

Chu Xiang said: "What does Mr. Murong have to do with Master Fakong?"

"Save people." Master Murong said: "Your Majesty, human life is at stake. We cannot delay. I wonder where Dakong is?"

Chu Xiang said: "Master Fakong has left."

He glanced at Wang Qingshan, frowned and said, "Who is this...?"

Master Murong said solemnly: "Wang Qingshan, a disciple of Chenghai Dao, is now a member of the green-clothed foreign affairs department of the imperial court."

"Wang Qingshan?" Chu Xiang was startled: "The Wang Qingshan who covers the sky and the sun?"

He stepped forward and looked at Wang Qingshan.

Master Murong tensed up, subconsciously guarding against his attack, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, does the prince know about Qingshan?"

"How could he be like this?!" Chu Xiang frowned and said, "He can't make any mistakes! ...Master Fakong has indeed left, not long ago, what a coincidence!"

He shook his head.
Chapter completed!