Xu Chu said: "That's natural, you need to be careful of these guys."

Fei Qian laughed twice, "It's not about defending, but about substituting. If you can't replace it, how can you prevent it?"

"Super?" Xu Chu was stunned for a moment, then as if he thought of something, he tilted his head and said nothing for a while.

Fei Qian photographed Xu Chu, "Zhongkang can think about this matter slowly... But there is something to do first... You send a few people to keep an eye on the old monk..."

Xu Chu stared at him, "Lord, this old monk... he still wants to cause trouble?"

Fei Qian shook his head, "No, I suspect someone might have made trouble with him... So, please don't let him die like this, at least you can't die before I need to use him..."

Fei Qian thought of the monks he saw outside the city.

Faith is a very strange thing.

This is a double-edged sword, but the one who ultimately uses this belief is still human.

Just like religion. Most religions are meant to be good, but those who use religion to be evil are emerging one after another.

Fei Qian saw no sadness or worry in the expressions of those monks, but only peace, like a dead person. So those who do not take their own lives seriously will naturally not take other people's lives seriously.

After all, Buddhism emphasizes reincarnation? These monks already feel that this life is enough and ready to be reincarnated for the next life...

Xu Chu nodded with a serious expression, and then went to instruct his subordinates to take close care of Bu Sen and others.

No words all night.

Fei Qian did not ask for "Madam" to serve him, so Xu Chu was of course safer.

After the camp was stationed, he took over the city's defense. Fei Qian took Taishi Ci and then walked into the small town with open doors.

There were undoubtedly Han people stationed here.

Because in many places, whether it is the structure of the house, the covered tiles, or the canals built, they all have the imprints of the Han people.

However, in most places here, there are no Han people. The living people are Semi people, Shanshan people, and Qiang people. Fei Qian also saw several monks who didn't know if they came to greet Bu Sen, but they did not see any Han people.

Fei Qian looked quietly.

Taishici followed the side and watched quietly, looking more seriously than Fei Qian.

Because Taishici knew that this was the third lesson.

When I was a child, I was not serious in class, but I was just thumped. Now if I don’t seriously in class...

It will die.

Others will die, and their own will die too.

Fei Qian walked around and stopped, and suddenly stopped in front of the architectural exterior wall of a Han-style house.

This wall faces the street entrance, is stacked with stones, and is covered with yellow mud. It is a very ordinary wall with earth and stone structure, but some patterns drawn on the wall attract Fei Qian.

This may have been the wall where Han people issued announcements, but now it has become a place of graffiti.

Compared with the abstract painting masters in later generations, these "artworks" of the present are quite exquisite.

There are fruit trees, animals, and people that appear in pairs, perhaps in order to hope for a good harvest, prosperity, and happiness...

There are also some shorter and fatter kids playing in the corner...

There are suns, curved moons, and some weird-shaped things, perhaps representing the gods in the sky, or something else...

When Fei Qian looked at these paintings, he didn't say a word or ask, just looked at them.

Taishi Ci is also watching.

Lao Chengshou and others did not dare to come forward to disturb or explain.

"Ziyi." Fei Qian turned his head slightly.

Taishici responded.
Chapter completed!