Keep walking forward, and gradually you will see an empty camp, with white tents that stretch seemingly endlessly, which surprises people.

People in Shenjing City only know that there are disaster victims outside. After all, there is a severe drought in Shenjing area and there is no food harvest. They cannot wait to starve to death.

The victims were blocked outside the city by Prince Xin and resettled.

Prince Xin even went crazy and requisitioned food to help the victims.

Most people still think that Prince Xin is too reckless and his food is too ugly, so why not let the court pay for the food itself.

In their impression, tens of thousands of people are not that much. They are just a large number of people and have no specific concept.

Although it is just a wall, people in the city cannot see what is happening outside the city.

The East City Gate has been sealed, and people do not want to go around from the South City Gate or the North City Gate to the East City Gate.

After all, the common people do not want to get involved with the victims of the disaster. They think the victims are too dangerous and avoid them.

When people saw the endless tents, they were shocked to see that there were so many victims.

No wonder I believe that the prince is going crazy and expropriating food. There are so many people opening their mouths. Thinking about it makes people tremble with fear.

Outside the camp for victims, there is a circular high platform, similar to an altar, about ten stories high, but the area near the high platform has been separated by people and cannot be approached.

There were two circles of armored soldiers guarding the place.

Anyone who wanted to get close would be stared away by these armored soldiers, and anyone who wanted to break in would be grabbed and thrown out.

People don't need to ask to understand that these places are obviously reserved for those nobles. How would it be appropriate for these nobles to crowd together with the common people?

People were talking in low voices, some shaking their heads, some curling their lips, and some dismissive.

"Hey, Master Fa Kong is so snobbish too!"

"I can't help it. This is the way the world is. Even eminent monks have to look at people's clothes."

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have come."

"Haha, you can leave now."

…

The marching camp on the mountainside.

Inside the tent, King Xin Chuxiang was dressed in a purple robe, with a dragon stitched with purple and gold hidden threads on his chest.

He had a serious look on his face and stared closely at the situation in the camp of victims. He was followed by Yue Minghui, who was as tall as a bear.

"Is there anything unusual over there?"

"No." Yue Minghui said solemnly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I've combed it five times, there will definitely be no problem."

"Hmph, if something goes wrong, just raise your head and see me!"

"My subordinate understands!"

Yue Minghui nodded solemnly.

This time it was not the victims of the disaster who gathered, but the people of Shenjing City.

If there are those among the disaster victims who take the opportunity to cause trouble or kill people, it will lead to a big riot and the consequences will be disastrous.

Especially last time, he actually caught several people with ulterior motives in the camp of victims, which made him break into a cold sweat.

If something went wrong in the disaster victims' camp and caused a roaring camp, the surrounding area of ​​Shenjing would be in chaos, and he would definitely die by then.

It doesn't matter if he dies, the prince will also be implicated, and that is a sin.

"Your Majesty, how come you never see the master?" Yue Minghui looked at the empty high platform and then looked around.

Fa Kong has been missing.

Logically speaking, for such a momentous occasion and such an important matter, one must first come and prepare to calm down and regulate one's energy, so as not to panic and make mistakes.

It's best to practice beforehand.

But Master Fakong, on the other hand, has been missing, as if he has forgotten this matter... He can't really forget it, right?

His expression suddenly changed and he looked at Chu Xiang: "My lord, do you want to find someone to guide the master?"

"No need." Chu Xiang said.

Yue Minghui said softly: "Master, you won't forget this, right?"

"Impossible." Chu Xiang waved his hand: "It has been spread everywhere in Shenjing City. How could it be forgotten? Just prepare your affairs."

"I'm afraid that if Master Fakong doesn't show up by then, it might be difficult to control the situation." Yue Minghui looked at more and more people, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and the pressure in his heart became increasing.

The more people there are, the greater the trouble will be if something goes wrong.

"Your Majesty, do you want to limit the number of people?"

"No need."

"There are too many people." Yue Minghui said: "If there is any danger then, it will be serious."

He has carefully screened the disaster victims' camp several times to ensure that everything is safe.

But what about these people?

If some of the people take the opportunity to cause chaos or kill people and cause a riot, I don't know how many people will die.

The city guards at the city gate did not check carefully, nor did they ban weapons.

Shouldn't people with martial arts skills be allowed in?

The lethality of martial arts is no less than that of weapons. If a few masters rise up and cause chaos, it will cause endless trouble.

"Have your people gotten in?"

"More than two hundred people have already entered, but..." Yue Minghui hesitated.

He had previously only rehearsed for 10,000 people, but now there were more than 20,000 people.

At this time, it is still far away from noon. At this speed, there may be 50,000 to 60,000 people.

Fifty or sixty thousand people, my scalp goes numb just thinking about it.

There are only 50,000 to 60,000 trees in the surrounding woods.

After those people arrived, even if they had paved the terrain before, the farther they were from the high platform, the higher the terrain would be, forming a slope. However, they might not be able to clearly see the high platform from such a distance, let alone Master Fa Kong on the high platform.

Will they not be crowded, be willing to do so, and have no complaints?

If there is a master among them, will he use Qinggong to jump forward? If you jump forward and I jump forward, will there be a fight?

Once this happens, riots will occur.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He wished he could close the east city gate now. The current number of people was already troublesome enough.

Chu Xiang shook his head: "You..."

Yue Minghui lowered his head: "This subordinate is incompetent."

"It's not going through a big scene," Chu Xiang hummed: "Send out all the soldiers in the camp, five to one team, and separate the crowd to form a fan area. In this way, wouldn't it be easier to keep an eye on?"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Yue Minghui's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran out in a hurry.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

This Yue Minghui is loyal, courageous, and smart enough, but he lacks sufficient experience and experience.

Some things cannot be created out of nothing, and wisdom also needs to be accumulated.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed and Lin Feiyang appeared in front of Chu Xiang.

He cupped his fists and saluted: "Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he took out a pile of plain paper from his arms and handed it over.

"Where is the master?" Chu Xiang took the stack of plain papers and looked through them one by one.

Lin Feiyang said: "I'm still meditating in the temple so that the prince doesn't have to worry... These guys will cause trouble. It's better to arrest and suppress them in advance."

"Okay." Chu Xiang smiled.

Fakong gave him a batch of portraits last time, and when he caught people based on the portraits, they turned out to be harmful.

He counted the pile of plain paper, shook his head and said, "There are really people who are not afraid of death."

Forty-three in total.

It can only be said that these people are bold and fearless of death.

Lin Feiyang said: "He said that if the prince gives these people a good trial, there might be unexpected gains."

"Oh——?" Chu Xiang raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly: "Okay, let Master rest assured."

Lin Feiyang cupped his fists and saluted: "If there are any changes, I will come over and report them at any time."

"Good work."

"Your Majesty, you are welcome."

Lin Feiyang disappeared without a trace in a flash.
To be continued...