Chapter 300： 300 trouble

Chapter 300 Chapter 300 Trouble

"Poor monk Huijue, I have seen Daozi Zhang Ying." Another monk took a step forward, sniffed, and performed a Buddhist salute.

This monk has an ordinary face, dark skin, slightly protruding cheekbones, and his temperament is the type that can be caught in a lot in any temple.

But the moment Zhang Rongfang saw this person, his heart suddenly tightened for no reason.

If it is said that Kong Ding gave him a feeling of great contrast and a deep impression.

Then the sense of wisdom in front of you gives people the discomfort of observing and peeping at others anytime and anywhere.

"It turned out to be Master Huijue. I don't know if the two masters came from afar, what's your business?" Zhang Rong continued to ask with a smile.

"The two poor monks are here for the purpose of eradicating apostasy." Kong Ding replied with a smile.

Zhang Rong's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

"Rebellion?"

"That's right, I would like to ask Daozi to cooperate with me in this matter. That rebellion is a remnant of the Eastern Sect. In the past, it used to spread the words of rebellion everywhere. Now it is just a good opportunity to strangle him completely." Kong Ding replied.

"So that's the case." Zhang Rongfang's thoughts turned sharply, "Please come in, two masters, and I will talk in detail later."

"Alright." Kong Ding nodded.

A group of people quickly entered the interior of Chenxiang Palace.

In a tea room.

Zhang Rongfang and Chen Han sat opposite Kong Dinghuijue.

"The poor monk came here uninvited, so let's stop the gossip." Kong Ding went straight to the topic, "I suspect that the case of Wanghai Temple is related to the apostasy left by Dongzong. Therefore, I have not found any clues this time. Under the circumstances, I decided to wipe out the rebellious religion first, maybe I can get some traces from it."

"If there is anything I can do to help, the poor Taoist will definitely contribute. It's just that I am a Daoist Taoist who is not good at martial arts. I'm afraid I can only do some rear affairs." Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can help me find someone who rebels. I am new here, and I am not familiar with the place, so I don't know where to start if I want to find it." Kong Ding smiled.

"So, Pindao will do his best." Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

The two sat in the tea room and chatted for a long time. After a full hour, the two left the Taoist Palace and returned to Wanghai Temple.

Wait until the two leave soon.

Zhang Rongfang quickly called Zhang Zhenhai and wrote a letter in hand, asking him to bring it to Zhang Yunqi who was recuperating.

Let him take some rebellious people who know his identity away from Huangjing Mountain. Suspend all experiments and other activities, clear all traces, and temporarily avoid the limelight.

The rest resume their daily routines, and temporarily forget about the apostasy side.

"Daozi, Mr. Xue Ji, Mr. Xue, has gone to the nearby garrison barracks. He should be looking for the artillery and military masters who besieged and suppressed the Qianjiao League." Zhang Zhenhai carefully collected the letter and reminded.

"Let him investigate." Zhang Rongfang unconsciously thought of the two of Xizong.

"I have already arranged what should be arranged, and he will get the answer he wants." He said softly.

In rebellion, the most indispensable thing is people who are not afraid of death.

Many of this group of people are orphans whose families have been destroyed, leaving only themselves alone. Only the hatred for the Lingluo worship **** Lingting is left to support themselves.

"I understand." Zhang Zhenhai nodded, turned and left quickly.

Zhang Rongfang stood alone on the spot. Carefully sort out many recent affairs.

"But now it seems that there is something wrong with this Xue Ji." Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and recalled.

"This person doesn't have a deep heart. It doesn't seem like he was instigated by someone to come to trouble me. It's more like he came to seek the truth on his own initiative."

Compared to Xue Ji's immature methods, those two people in Xizong are the real trouble.

Now, as long as the rebellious teacher is not caught by a key part of the congregation, he will be safe with a high probability.

But in case of being caught, he also has to make arrangements to be ready to leave at any time.

sighed softly.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the Tiyun in the distant sky.

In fact, he is almost getting used to his life now.

The identity of the Dongzong race has a great relationship, and all the worshipers of the gods and warriors in the Great Spirit will not let him go.

Because this is the root of the entire worship system.

So, he doesn't think Daojiao will be able to keep him then.

This is not worth the candle.

With a soft sigh, Zhang Rongfang understood.

When the racial identity and the method of killing the spirit channel are completely exposed, it is the time when all his current comfortable life will come to an end.

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A few days later.

Xue Chengsi led the army to leave Erythronia, and escorted the goods and slaves into the inland.

However, his son Xue Ji did not leave with him. Instead, he stayed here and continued to investigate the case of Princess Yongxiang.

This father-son relationship is very strange.

Xue Chengsi can't control his son at all, while his son Xue Ji doesn't care about his father at all.

In addition, Xue Chengsi's appearance has almost no similarities with Xue Ji.

This reminded people around them of the rumors about the Xue family.

It was rumored that Princess Yunxi was pregnant and married, and the son-in-law Xue Chengsi might not be Xue Ji's biological father at all.

Hiss.

Agarwood Palace.

Zhang Rongfang poured out the red wine from the flagon lightly. The pure white porcelain cup and the dark red pure wine set off each other, making the color more clear.

Some of the people who knew his identity from the Rebellion had all been sent out to sea to a pre-arranged hidden island.

Today’s Erythrina can be said to be full of the eyeliners of Rebellion, Daoism and Qianshimen.

In Wanghai Temple, the monks of Xizong lived in temporarily after cleaning the place again.

Then they started asking for news everywhere.

But unfortunately, what they found out was what Zhang Rongfang wanted them to know.

On the surface, Xizong's Kong Ding and Hui Jue didn't act out of line, and everything was under control.

But Zhang Rongfang still has a little elusive place in his heart.

That was the whereabouts of Kong Ding and Hui Jue, and his people couldn't keep up.

These two men's cultivation bases are too strong, and most people can't keep up.

So what exactly they found, no one knows.

In the past few days, the Rebellion has lost a lot of peripheral personnel. These unstable peripherals know very little, and they are all released for the other party to eat.

The real core members have already successfully hidden and separated from Erythrina.

The entire Erythrina seems to have disappeared from the Rebellion, and everything seems to be quiet.

Leave these chores aside.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and glanced at his current attribute bar.

‘Zhang Rongfang—Life 188-189.’

The attribute points of these days are all added to life.

Waiting for a new qualitative change after reaching 200.

Picking up the wine glass, he was just about to take a sip and eat with freshly fried side dishes.

Suddenly, a figure rushed from outside the room to the door and knelt down on one knee towards him.

"Daozi! Something happened!"

The person who came was Chen Han, and he was now assigned to be in charge of the security affairs of the entire Chenxiang Palace.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Rongfang frowned and put down his glass.

"Xue Ji Xue Gongzi, during the investigation last night, he had a conflict with a hidden secret sect stronghold.

The mysterious master who accompanied him was severely injured, and he himself was injured and unconscious. If our people did not arrive in time, the other party would not be willing to expose. I'm afraid." Chen Han said in a deep voice.

"Do you know the identity of the other party?" Zhang Rong's expression changed slightly.

"I don't know, but the other party is using Yuling Kung Fu, one of the martial arts in Esoteric Buddhism."

Hearing Yu Ling Gong, Zhang Rongfang's eyes didn't move.

This exercise was something he forced out by combining the secret books he had confiscated during the interrogation of Han Jia.

He is all too familiar.

"Where's Xue Jiren?!" Zhang Rongfang frowned and stood up, thoughts constantly appearing in his mind.

"It has been delivered!" Chen Han replied.

Zhang Rongfang quickly followed all the way out of the room, walked through the corridor, and soon came to a clean ward that smelled of medicine.

In the room, Xue Ji, who was quite arrogant before, was lying on his back on the bed, unable to move.

The corners of the mouth and the nostrils were all bloodstained continuously.

"Zhang Daozi, you must save my young master!" Several strong guards on the side rushed over and were about to kneel down and beg.

Now the entire Erythrina, the doctor with the highest medical skills, is almost all captured in Chenxiang Palace.

So it's not up to them to plead.

Zhang Rongfang quickly stepped forward, checked Xue Ji's situation, and immediately showed surprise.

"The injury is indeed serious. The internal organs have been injured by a huge shock. What happened to you? I have never seen such a degree of shock injury before!"

He could tell that the injury did not stay.

Arranging such a surprise attack by such a master, only this little injury, this Xue Ji is a bit arrogant.

Originally, he arranged for the masters of Qianshimen to pretend to be physically active, seriously injure this guy a few times, and then drive him away.

Didn't expect him to have some skills.

"The person who makes the shot should be the top god-worshiping master of secret religion!"

Beside the bed stood a pale, white-haired old man.

The eyes of the old man are not like ordinary people, but a strange light yellow.

"The old man was caught off guard by another expert at the time, and let the young master suffer this injury! It's the old man's fault"

This person was in a low mood, and he could not stop staring at Xue Ji on the bed.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang suddenly noticed that there was actually another person in the room.

He felt awe-inspiring, and looked at the other party.

The dense silver threads on the old man's body were like a great river, rushing forward, and the speed and flow far surpassed most of the people he had seen before.

That is, the empty phase that was beaten to death by him, can be slightly stronger than the old man.

But the empty phase is the three empty worship gods.

The old man in front of him is just a master guard protecting Xue Ji.

The two are not comparable at all.

Zhang Rongfang seemed to understand why Xue Ji dared to be so arrogant.

He quickly gave him medicine to stop the internal bleeding, and then cut off the pulse to forcefully stop the blood vessel bleeding.

After that, I waited for more experienced doctors to come to deal with the comprehensive injuries.

"Don't worry, it's just an internal injury and hemorrhage. It will be fine after a period of recuperation, but it will take some time before you can use force again." Zhang Rongfang warned.

Behind this Xue Ji is the royal princess. It is not very good to kill him directly, but it is not a big problem to seriously injure him and half destroy him.

"Old man Chen Zhong, thank you Daozi for not caring about past suspicions and fighting for justice." The old man sighed and clasped his fists.

at this time.

Outside the room, above a wall of Chenxiang Palace, a tall figure suddenly appeared silently.

The figure has messy yellow hair, and wears a silver and white iron mask on his face, only his eyes and nostrils are exposed. The muscular lines of the whole body are streamlined, without the meaning of bloated.

"Where is Xue Ji! Don't you want to let the old man know the consequences of offending you? Now I'm here!"

The voice of the Iron Mask is like a drake, shrill and slightly old.

(end of this chapter)