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Fakong returned to the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple in a flash.
Lin Feiyang soon followed, with a terrified expression on his face, he shook his head: "It's too miserable!"
Fakong glanced at him.
Lin Feiyang has been following in the dark without showing his figure.
He saw with his heart that Lin Feiyang was standing in the shadows, and there was an invisible force blocking the erosion of those dead spirits.
The power of shadows is really strange.
The Mikage Mantra is really mysterious.
Fa Kong said: "This matter must be kept secret and must not be circulated."
"Don't worry, my mouth is absolutely strict!"
Fakong laughed.
"This time it will definitely not be rumored. No one will tell it, the old monk will not tell it, and neither Zhou Yang nor Faning will tell it."
"The matter is of great importance. Once it is leaked out, I am afraid that the whole of Shenjing will be in turmoil."
"I understand." Lin Feiyang patted his chest: "I know the seriousness!"
"But monk, are all those people infected?" Lin Feiyang was sometimes dull, but sometimes he became extraordinarily sharp.
As soon as he saw Kong's posture, he guessed that those people were all infected with the plague.
If the news gets out, everyone in Shenjing may run away.
This plague was so terrible and contagious that it infected tens of thousands of people, even those soldiers were not spared.
Have these soldiers returned to Shenjing, and are there infections in Shenjing?
Thinking of this, his face became ugly: "There is also a monk, there will be people in Shenjing who are also infected?"
Fakong 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 first."
"Shenjing is not tens of thousands of people, but hundreds of thousands or millions, monk, this is really terrible!"
"There is a way." Fa Kong said lightly¡ª¡ª
sunset
Outside the King Kong Temple in Daxue Mountain, two young men in purple robes stood under the canopy of ancient trees, staring at the mottled, vicissitudes, and sloping gate of the temple.
Their handsome faces had complex expressions, thinking of what happened last time.
Monk Yuanxin rejected Ziyu's secret order without hesitation, which made them extremely embarrassed.
What about this time?
"Squeak" The dilapidated temple door slowly opened.
Eight monks came out in a file, went down the steps to the two sides, and stood at both ends of the steps, with straight eyebrows and eyes, and the treasure looks solemn.
Monk Yuanxin was dressed in a gray robe, with a tall and straight figure like a pine, walking out slowly.
He stood on the steps and looked at the two calmly, and titheed.
Step by step, he walked down the steps, came to the two of them, and said with a smile: "Masters, we meet again."
Zhao Jiping said together: "Master Yuanxin, this time we have a business to ask for, and we are here at the order of the Palace Master."
"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 tracking."
"Well¡¡"
"There is an important matter this time, and a master who is proficient in tracking is needed. The stronger the better."
"In terms of tracking skills, Mingyue Temple and Daleiyin Temple are all strong players."
"It is said that your King Kong Temple has come from behind, and is not inferior to them or even better. We have invited them."
"Do you need so many tracking masters?"
"It's a big case! If the case can be solved, the credit will be great!"
"Hmm" Yuan Xin pondered.
Fan Chenguang suddenly spoke, and said earnestly: "I hope Master Yuanxin will not hide his clumsiness. Now is a very critical time, and it is a good opportunity to become famous, so cherish it!"
"Thank you, Master Fan, for reminding me." Monk Yuanxin was thoughtful.
Most people would really ignore Fan Chenguang's sentence, and they wouldn't care.
Monk Yuanxin is extremely sharp.
He felt that Fan Chenguang's reminder was kind, and he couldn't help but stroke his beard and meditate.
After a while, he shook his head: "If you want to say that the master who is most proficient in tracking is not in the temple, the two benefactors have made a trip in vain."
"Where is that?"
"Shenjing." Monk Yuanxin smiled and said, "Fakong is the newly appointed abbot of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple."
"Fakong" Zhao Jiping chewed on the dharma name, and stared at Monk Yuanxin in doubt.
Yuan Xin Shenp; These soldiers were not infected.
Apparently, the spiritual sense of Wang Yipin masters works.
It should be that the danger was sensed in time, and then the blockade was quickly adopted, thus severing the danger of spreading.
But now I only look at the east gate, and I can't completely conclude that the plague has not spread in Shenjing, so I have to check it slowly.
All the way to the camp of the victims of the disaster.
Under the bright sunshine, Chu Xiang was wearing a green robe and standing on a high platform at the entrance of the camp.
This is what Fakong ordered to build yesterday, and it was built in one day.
The high platform is about 30 meters long, and it feels extremely high when standing under the platform.
He was standing on the edge of the high platform, directing the armored soldiers to be busy.
From time to time, he yelled and cursed a few words.
Several pages of plain paper were stuffed into tents by soldiers.
These soldiers moved extremely fast, running past the tents one by one, stuffing them into the tents and shouting: "Pack it up, help!"
Chu Xiang's prestige came into play at this time, and the victims had no doubts about what the soldiers said, and took the Su Jian curiously.
Literate people began to recite it to everyone, and they all felt baffled.
Those victims who had been cured did not return to their respective tents, but were left in their original camps.
So the news didn't get out.
And even if it gets out, it's useless, because everyone is huddled in the big tent, and the news cannot be circulated.
Fakong jumped up and came to Chu Xiang's side: "My lord, let them all come out, and then let those who have been cured come out together."
"Gather together?"
"yes."
"Okay." Chu Xiang readily agreed without asking any further questions.
He raised his voice and shouted: "Listen, everyone, get out of the tent and join me at this king's side. You must not disobey orders, otherwise, just kick them out!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Under his urging, and under the persecution of the soldiers to go outside the tent and knock, everyone came out of the tent reluctantly, with gloomy faces.
They even wondered if King Xin thought they were cumbersome and wanted to burn everyone with a fire?
Everyone gradually gathered under the high platform, like a trickle of water converging into a lake.
While timidly approaching the high platform, he looked around curiously.
Every face was full of panic, worry and numbness.
They have been lying in the tent for the past few days, fearful and even waiting to die. This kind of torture is enough to make people exhausted and even collapsed.
Tens of thousands of people gathered together, stretching for a long distance, only to see densely packed heads, tens of thousands of terrified and numb faces, both spectacular and chilling.
"Hey, where are those lucky guys, bring them here." Chu Xiang shouted loudly.
Yue Minghui immediately led people to carry those who had been cured to the high platform one by one, so that the people below could see.
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