"Hurry, hurry up."

A group of monks riding strange beasts ran across the field.

They were a group of seven, wearing standard black talisman armor with Yaochi written on it and Qingmiao City on the armbands.

If there are spiritual farmers in the city here, they will recognize that these people are the Qingmiao City Guards, the Qingmiao Guards.

"Here it is, open the door for me. If anyone resists, I'll shoot you."

The leading soldier waved his hand, and the others were about to knock on the door.

"Don't hit, don't hit..."

Without waiting for any action, a thin man came to open the door.

The door opens.

Seeing the black-armored monk outside, the thin man immediately trembled: "Qing Miao Guard!"

Qingmiao City serves as the medicinal material supply base for Xianmen.

Naturally, it has its own administrative management system.

In terms of civil affairs, the Lord of Qingmiao City holds the most power, while the Qingmiao Guards are the force responsible for Qingmiao City, and are responsible for the important task of protecting the medicine garden and the power of life and death.

"Are you Zhu Hui?"

See the skinny guy.

The leading black-armored monk compared the portrait in his hand and shouted: "Grab it..."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

Zhu Hui did not dare to struggle and allowed the two soldiers to push him to the ground, muttering: "I am Zhang Guangshun's brother-in-law. He is also a member of your Qingmiao Guard. I am the captain of the sixth team. I am one of my own."

People."

"One of our own?"

The leading soldier smiled coldly and ordered everyone: "Go in and search."

Everyone broke into the door and rummaged around inside.

Not long after.

A soldier ran out with heavy breathing, holding a Buddhist altar covered with red cloth.

"What else do you have to say!"

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he directly picked up the red cloth.

What you see inside is a statue of Maitreya with a big belly and a smiling figure. Judging from the red paint, it is obvious that it was made recently.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Zhu Hui looked pale.

Maitreya Holy Land and Yaochi are in a hostile relationship. If the origin of the Buddha statue cannot be explained clearly, nine lives will not be enough to kill it.

"I am not a believer. They just told me that there is a Maitreya Society. As long as I join, I will have free access to women. I joined the society because of this. I have no conscience at all. I have never thought of rebelling."

Zhu Hui was completely panicked and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

The black-armored monk didn't believe it at all, and ordered to the left and right: "The man is really in his mouth. If you don't fight, arrest him."

Same scene.

Performed in countless families in Qingmiao City.

Fortunately, most of these spiritual farmers who were developed into believers were low-level monks who were not good at fighting.

Although it was chaotic, it was not a big mess.

Under the iron-blooded suppression of the Qingmiao Guards, the Buddhist uprising that had not yet begun was quickly suppressed.

"Precise arrest and quick interrogation."

"A turmoil that had not yet begun was quelled within a day."

Zhang Heng guards the alchemy furnace.

Behind him stood the eldest lady with a smile on her face.

"well done."

"You are now able to stand alone."

Zhang Heng left the matter of Ling Nong's admission to the religion to Zhang Yitong this time because he originally wanted to see her methods.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady's performance was unexpected, and she was able to put an end to the Maitreya Holy Land's several-year plan in one day.

"I dare not say anything else. It will not be difficult for me to arrest and interrogate you."

Zhang Yitong looked proud.

She can eavesdrop on people's hearts and capture the deepest thoughts in others' hearts. She can tell who is a believer and who is not.

She even thought that if she wanted to take over the throne in the future, Penalty Peak would be the best place to go.

In the future, he will be promoted from a disciple of the Xingtang Hall, to an elder of the Xingtang Hall, and then to the master of the Xingtang Peak, leaping into the ranks of giants.

If conditions permit, if the master of the peak is punished with the palm of his hand, he may still be able to compete for the position of leader.

certainly.

This is difficult. The position of head has always been in the hands of the clan leader and has not changed to another family in the past two thousand years.

However, Zhang Yitong asked herself, with her increasingly sophisticated ability to eavesdrop on people's voices, if she were given the position of sect master, she might not be able to do well.

"##!..."

While thinking about it.

Zhang Yitong secretly glanced at Zhang Heng.

It's strange to say that as her ability to eavesdrop on people's voices becomes more and more proficient, even the true immortal elders in the sect have to be eavesdropped on their innermost secrets.

Only Zhang Heng has been unable to detect anything over the years, and it is terrifying to think of the great power of his cheap brother.

Zhang Yitong sometimes wonders whether it is really my generation who is the most powerful person in the world.

Talk about wind and cloud, talk about destiny.

Just like Zhang Heng, he never took the situation and destiny seriously.

"Zhang Heng, you can kill two people with one word, and you can speak of all the heroes in the world."

"They also said that after Yun Lingzhi, I would rise up in the Immortal Sect and be the one taking orders."

"What about you? What are you?"

As your cultivation level gets higher and higher.

Although Zhang Yitong didn't say it, she always had an intuition in her heart that Zhang Heng would leave her sooner or later.

Because on weekdays, Zhang Heng behaves like the moon in the water or the flowers in the mist, visible but seemingly intangible.

He didn't care about anything and focused on refining alchemy and cultivating the law. He seemed to be in the human world, but also seemed to be outside the human world.

Sometimes Zhang Yitong would wake up from his dreams and subconsciously sense whether Zhang Heng was still there.

She was very afraid that one day she would wake up and Zhang Heng would have turned into a dream butterfly and gone away in the wind.

"What am I?"

"I am a passer-by in the world, a phantom in a big dream."

"My existence is real to you."

"To this world, I am false and should not exist."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Shi Chong was rich, Fan Dan was poor, fortune was good early and Luo was late, Grand Duke was late, Peng Zu was long-lived and handsome, but his life was short. All six of them are in the five elements. But I, a dream that changes forever, am not in the five elements. What you see of me is actually

It’s not really me, it’s just my divine thoughts that wander across the universe when I think about it.”

Zhang Yitong seemed to understand but not quite.

She had long seen that Zhang Heng was abnormal. The abnormality was not that he had mental illness, but that he often seemed out of tune with this era.

This is also normal.

Living in heaven and earth, everyone has his or her own position and destiny.

Zhang Heng is an anomaly. This era does not belong to him. As a person from other worlds, it is difficult for Zhang Heng to resonate with this world, and it is difficult for Zhang Heng to want to change this world like Yun Lingzhi, Cui Min, Liu Wu, and Zhang Yitong.

world.

After all, he is just a passer-by, and he will always have to leave, whether it is hundreds of years or a hundred years.

So he stayed behind closed doors and concentrated on refining alchemy and cultivating the law, but he just didn't want to have too much to do with this world.

certainly.

This is his choice and his habit.
To be continued...