Chapter 651 Reflection Strike

What?

Fang Zheng was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect what happened last night to have spread so quickly into the country. It seems that the country has been firmly in control of the information of the surrounding countries.

But that's not the point.

Hat?

The last witch hunter?

Is this a disguised curse?

"The world is talking about human rights, freedom of religious belief, and the great integration of world culture. This world is no longer a foolish witch hunter, so congratulations brother zhiqiu. Because you are always looking for trouble with witches and robbing witches, you have become the first witch hunter and the last witch hunter in the modern world."

Robbing witches every day?

Fang Zheng began to cry out for grievances, and then with a resentful expression, he clarified, "Brother zuo, I'm just asking each other, do you have any unusual objects on you? Brother zuo, you know that unusual objects are evil, and witches have been blackened in history. I suspect that it's logical for witches to have unusual objects on them, right?"

"Brother zuo, guess what they said?"

"Fight as soon as you get up."

"It's a good thing they met me. I have a big personality, and I don't repay them with resentment, but with virtue. Seeing that they don't have anything unusual on them, it's just a misunderstanding, so I don't care about what they do, and I let them go voluntarily in the end."

"I still remember Butcher zhang once said to me," if someone uses dead body oil as a guiding light, let me go up and stab him directly. If I can't cut him down, I can find him." I always believed that this sentence was very reasonable and put it into action. I should be contributing to world peace, right?"

Zuo qianhu's face darkened at the news.

He didn't believe Fang Zheng's nonsense. This guy didn't have a straight face.

Zuo qianhu looked suspiciously at Fang Zheng in the camera. Fang Zheng was a smart boy, even better than a monkey. He could not deliberately target a witch for no reason. He was not someone who would swallow his anger after suffering. This guy always had a clear purpose in everything he did, but for the time being, he had no idea what Fang Zheng's intention was to target the witches.

Zuo qianhu felt that he couldn't talk to Fang Zheng, so he waved his hand with a headache, "Let's not talk about the witches for now. Have you been very close to the people of the Xianluo government recently?"

"Yesterday, someone from the Xianluo government contacted the embassy in foreign countries to help them verify the identity of a person, whether or not he is a chinese practitioner."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's spirits perked up.

Finally getting to the point.

Next, Fang Zheng began to give a general account of his experience in Xianluo and mentioned their cooperation with Hannah. Zuo qianhu just listened, not interrupting in the middle of the conversation, and did not show an expression of surprise on his face.

Obviously, Zuo qianhu had already known the situation beforehand.

After listening, Zuo qianhu spoke again, "The people of the Xianluo government sent a thank-you note, which mentioned many things about you in Xianluo. The Xianluo government is very grateful to you. The ministry of foreign affairs directly named you, praised your deeds in Xianluo, very well maintained the peaceful image of the motherland overseas, and won many trade preferences and diplomatic convenience for diplomacy."

"The ministry of foreign affairs, in order to express its appreciation for you, said that when you return this time, it would like to give you a big gift."

The last sentence, Zuo qianhu said, was a little mysterious.

Fang Zheng's heart was itching like a hundred claws scratching his heart. He quickly asked Zuo qianhu, what gift did the ministry of foreign affairs prepare for him? But Zuo qianhu was very mysterious. He kept quiet and said that he would know when Fang Zheng came back.

Fang Zheng began to look forward to it.

"Your affairs in Xianluo, in Siam kingdom and in china, have been well prepared. Xianluo has already approved your actions in Baifo temple. I have nothing else to say but four words. Be careful! Every time Blessed Land opens, it is a great opportunity. Seize this rare opportunity!" Zuo qianhu suddenly put on a solemn expression and said.

Fang Zheng was delighted to hear that the Xianluo government had agreed to cooperate with him so soon.

Ever since Fang Zheng had a taste of sweetness, he had been thinking about the treasures in Blessed Land.

And, of course, the spirit.

Speaking of Baifo temple, Fang Zheng was curious and told Zuo qianhu about the last battle between Long Poshu and Husband in Baifo temple. Why did Baifo temple end up unscathed?

"According to the situation you described, it's a bit like a reflection blow, not affecting the real world, it's a purely spiritual collision." Zuo qianhu thought for a few seconds and then explained.

Reflection strike?

Fang Zheng thought about the battle that day, the golden buddha's light and shadow in the void, and now it made some sense to think about it.

After a few more minutes, Fang Zheng ended the video call.

At the same time, he learned something.

Butcher zhang still hasn't returned yet.

But one thing Fang Zheng didn't know.

Mr. Fu Underworld shop, next door to Zuo qianhu's store, had closed its doors, and had not returned since the last time someone called for Mr. Fu and said something had happened in Shishi city and Mr. Fu had left.

Fang Zheng doesn't know about this yet.

He always thought that Butcher zhang was the only one who never came back.

For a moment, Zuo qianhu's shop was quiet again. Yiyi was holding a carving knife and carving the wood carving in his hand with all his attention.

The Hei lay quietly beside Yiyi, peeking carefully at Zuo qianhu from time to time.

Zuo qianhu, on the other hand, looked at the Underworld shop next door, and then lowered his head again to continue his year of carving.

Old street without a few familiar faces, Old street without Fang Zheng, Mr. Fu, and Butcher zhang talking, was exceptionally quiet at night, as if it had become a deserted ghost street, lacking vitality.

Old street, which was filled with old banyan trees, was quiet, desolate, and even more gloomy, as if it were in a deserted old house in a deserted mountain and forest.

As time passed, on the quiet, empty streets of Old street, There were footsteps coming closer and closer towards Zuo qianhu's store.

A tall figure suddenly blocked the light in front of the door, and his vision darkened. It was Yan Chixia, who was still strong and strong in his fifties and sixties.

"Is the jade store closed today?" Zuo qianhu looked up at Yan Chixia, not surprised, as if he already knew Yan Chixia would come.

"I plan to personally take a few of my old friends to Shishi city. Old street will be left to you for the time being." Yan Chixia's body was strong, his bones were thick, his voice was muffled and his breath was long.

Zuo qianhu's eyes were deep, looking out at the dark night outside the door, as if he could pass through the space barrier and see the distance... He was looking in the direction of Shishi city.

There was a calm expression on his face.

It seemed that he had already guessed the purpose of Yan Chixia's arrival.

"Okay."

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