Chapter 457 The Qing Dynasty Had Been Destroyed for More Than A Hundred Years

In this bustling crowd,

At first, Fang Zheng thought he had heard wrong, but when he turned around and looked around, he pointed at the tip of his nose.

"Me?"

At this time, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that there was a middle-aged taoist priest in the taoist temple beside him, who was really calling him nervously.

The other party was an ordinary looking taoist priest who was over 30 years old. He was a little skinny and his cheeks gave off the feeling of no flesh.

On both sides of the street where he was now, there were taoist temples, buddhist temples, and temples. Various temples and temples were erected, some were tall, some were majestic, and there were three thousand main roads, all of which were here.

At this time, in a taoist temple beside Fang Zheng, there was a famous middle-aged taoist priest who was nervously waving at Fang Zheng to signal Fang Zheng to enter the taoist temple.

But Fang Zheng clearly didn't know each other.

The only people who could exist here were those who fell in Blessed Land.

Could it be that because of the taoist robe on his body, the other party knew the taoist robe on his body? Fang looked surprised.

Fang Zheng asked calmly, "Do you know me?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and motioned for Fang Zheng to come over first. Fang Zheng paused for a moment and then walked to the door of the taoist temple.

Lingshan taoist temple.

A plaque hung on the taoist temple.

When Fang Zheng stood at the door, the middle-aged monk said nervously, "This junior, although you and I don't know each other, since you and I are both from the sect and come from the sanqing sage, I can't sit and watch you die."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that this was a monk who was a passerby. Seeing that he was wearing a taoist robe, he mistook him for a fellow disciple.

The others were from the same hometown, their eyes brimming with tears.

Most of them appeared on the news and were beaten to tears.

Fang was from the same family and met the same family. As for whether his eyes were full of tears, there was no way to know...

Fang Zheng asked quietly, "To die? Brother dao, can you tell me in detail?"

The middle-aged monk lowered his voice, seemingly deliberately avoiding being heard by the bustling crowd on the street. As he lowered his voice, he secretly raised his finger and pointed at the sky above his head, "Didn't you notice that the sky is getting darker and darker?"

"Don't look at the daytime, these people are very normal. They are kind and kind in every way. But at night, whether they are human or evil, there is no way to tell. At night, it is the time of true terror."

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Hehe, kind face and kindness to others? Why didn't I see it?

Can a kind face eat people in the street?

The others remained unmoved, with a familiar expression?

However, Fang Zheng looked up at the sky. It was almost dark.

Fang Zheng thought about what he had learned from a goat outside Blessed Land about some taboos in Blessed Land. He thought for a moment, then agreed to the invitation of a middle-aged monk and walked into this Lingshan taoist temple.

He planned to stay in Lingshan taoist temple for the night.

At this time, Fang Zheng also learned that because of the long time, the middle-aged monk had forgotten his name and asked Fang Zheng to call him Director feng or senior brother.

Director feng? The mad chief?

After entering the taoist temple, Fang Zheng found that the area of the taoist temple was quite large, with all the internal organs and organs, including the gate court, the release pool, the ancestral hall, the left hall, the right hall, and the back hall.

The resting place was in the back hall.

At a stone pavilion in the back hall, Director feng warmly served a few plates of fruit, food, and tea to entertain Fang Zheng, making Fang Zheng welcome. However, Fang Zheng didn't dare to eat anything. Who knows if these things were made of stone, cockroach, and mouse. Maybe that steaming cup of fragrant tea or a cup of fresh horse urine...

No, I can't think about it anymore.

If you think about it any longer, your stomach will twitch again.

Fang Zheng made a gesture of holding the teacup and then put it down. It looked as if something had suddenly occurred to him. He then asked daoist feng, "Daoist brother, are you the only one who takes care of such a big daoist view?"

Acting was so natural.

Director feng, who had also sat down and sipped a mouthful of hot tea, answered with a smile: "When you have countless hours like me, you won't find all this incredible. Maybe you will be more bored than me. Your cultivation and cultivation are useless. When you leave Blessed Land, you will be hopeless. You have nothing to do all day. You have to find something to do."

"The bricks and tiles here, day after day, are slowly repaired, built and collapsed, collapsed and rebuilt, just like the cycle of day after day."

At this point, Director feng thought that his words were wrong, and quickly apologized to Fang Zheng, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to curse you to die. Although everyone who entered Blessed Land always thought that they were the luckiest person, always thought that they would only kill others, not themselves."

The corner of Fang Zheng's mouth twitched. You'd better not explain.

The more you explain, the more I panic.

"I wonder how long brother has been trapped here?" Fang Zheng quickly changed the subject.

"How long?" Director feng recalled.

"The last time Blessed Land swallowed a man, it said that the qing dynasty had been destroyed for more than a hundred years."

Uh.

Fang Zheng made a sound, then calculated the time before and after. This cheap brother in front of him was probably trapped in Blessed Land before the qing dynasty was destroyed.

At least a hundred or two years.

At this age, he could be his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...

Thinking about it this way, Director feng called him "Junior brother." That was because he took advantage of the other party.

"Brother dao, I can ask you, why do all the people outside think that eating people can get rid of Blessed Land?" Fang Zheng deliberated for a moment and asked cautiously.

Director feng sneered, "Those are all madmen. Why should my junior pay attention to the madman's madness?"

"I see that my junior is hesitant. Does he want to ask me if he has eaten those people who were swallowed up by Blessed Land?"

Fang Zheng admitted calmly, "I did have this idea before, and I didn't mean to speculate on brother dao."

Director feng smiled freely, "It's okay. We're from the same family. We're not that different."

"I can answer my junior openly and honestly. I have never been in the same boat with those crazy people outside and ate the wild ginseng that those crazy people called."

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This one doesn't seem to have been tortured by time.

Then, Director feng and Fang Zheng began to discuss their own worlds and changes.

Fang Zheng told Director feng truthfully that the qing dynasty had indeed been destroyed for a hundred years.

Fang Zheng, on the other hand, learned a lot of secrets about the city from Director feng.

For example, this city was filled with fallen night travelers and hidden places.

As for the strong men who were able to travel further up the night, they were not in the city.

Those people were people with great powers, all of them went deeper to find a way out of Blessed Land.

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