"If anything like this happens again in the future, let the monks in the prison carefully investigate it."

The monks in the jail would definitely not dare to play tricks on him, but there was no need to do anything about such a thing.

As long as they don't cause too much damage in the city, do they still need to worry about the minor frictions between the monks?

Don't they, the advanced practitioners, need to practice and be on call at all times?

If something like this happens again, the ordinary law enforcement monks must be notified first, and then reported layer by layer based on the degree of damage and the cultivation level of the fighting monks. The fluctuations in the mana of the Nascent Soul monks cannot directly alert the garrison of these great weapon sects.

Elder.

Fortunately, I only informed him, otherwise the venerable who was practicing in seclusion would be alarmed.

If the blame comes down, everyone will have to walk around without food.

"Xunju Junlou, check carefully to see who he is."

"You don't need me to teach you these things, right?" Monk Nascent Soul looked sideways.

Zhong Han quickly responded: "Disciple understands."

There was a murmur in my heart, who is so bold?

Moreover, the monks in the prison hall also falsely spread the news. It was obviously a minor friction between the senior monks. Rather than a fight, they actually asked the elders to take action. When they arrived, they found no trace of a fight.

Since it is a small friction, it should be solved according to the situation of the small friction.

Sometimes there is no need for them to take action, and it will be fine once the high-level cultivators on both sides sit down safely.

If they intervene too forcefully, it may intensify the conflict. If there really is a fight between high-level practitioners, the elders will be asked to take action only after the situation is confirmed.

He heard from his senior brothers that he had seen the venerable plundering the formation and beheading an obsessed monk.

…

Over there, Zhong Han nervously mobilized his personnel to find out who made the move. On this side, Zhong Songtang also nervously mobilized his contacts and was preparing for the transaction three days later.

Originally, they planned to go directly to Jujun Tower to find the man, but considering Lu Jing's life, they endured it.

afternoon.

Zhong Songtang and Mr. Wu were planning in detail in the study.

Zhong Han had already returned home and rushed to his father's study room in his house.

As soon as he stepped into the study, he complained in a low voice: "Dad, do you know that I still have big things to do? The elders are pressing me hard, so I have to keep an eye on it. And it's such a critical moment. While they all still remember

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"What's the big deal for you to call me back at this time?"

"Your Uncle Wu's apprentice, nephew Lu Xian, was kidnapped."

Zhong Songtang then said: "You can put your life aside for now. I will personally go and talk to the elders of your Law Enforcement Hall in the future."

"ah?!"

Zhong Han said blankly: "What's going on?"

"Is the situation serious over there?"

Despite what he said, Zhong Songtang was still concerned about his son's affairs.

"It's not serious, it's just that two great monks had a conflict in the Jujun Tower, and then they disappeared."

"where?"

Mr. Wu in the cloak exclaimed.

"Jujun Tower?"

"Jujun Tower?!"

"Yes, the courtyard of Room A in Jujun Building has been razed to the ground." Zhong Han said unconsciously.

Mr. Wu was surprised and said: "It shouldn't be there..."

Before he could finish his words, the study door opened again.

At first, he thought it was a servant or a butler coming, until the man opened the door and entered, his cloak suddenly flew up: "Boy Lu!"

"Brother Lu Jing?"

"Nephew Lu Xian?"

It was Lu Jing who pushed the door open.
Chapter completed!