In the highest court of Dahua Temple, a group of senior officials of Dahua Temple, including Li Huafeng, the young minister of Dahua Temple, are gathering here, circulating documents one after another.
What is recorded in these documents is every dead warrior of the Qingsong Kingdom.
"It's a good death."
An old man suddenly sneered, his eyes pleased.
Everyone looked strange. Li Huafeng looked at the old man and said coldly: "Is it good to die? Do you know how much harm Fang Chen's trouble will bring to our Daxia?"
If the Qingsong Kingdom directly sends troops to attack because of this incident, how long can we Daxia hold on?"
"Lord Shaoqing."
The old man smiled: "In the past five years, the Qingsong Kingdom warriors have accumulated hundreds of case files in our Dahua Temple. They have committed countless things. Now Fang Junshen has settled them for us, which can be regarded as reducing the number of Dahua
Isn’t this a good thing if it’s a burden on the temple?”
"As for the Qingsong Kingdom... this is not something we have to consider. Fang Junshen must have a purpose for this move. I heard that his cultivation has been restored, then our Daxia is no longer vulnerable.
Well."
Many people nodded secretly and thought it made sense.
Li Huafeng looked solemn: "It's understandable for you to think so, but in fact, Fang Chen also lost to Sanjie Mountain when he was at his peak. Our Daxia is completely incomparable to Qingsong. I called you here today because I want to discuss with you about each other.
Dust disposal.
I suggest that they be sentenced to heavenly prison and sent to Qingsong soon, so that they can handle the matter on their own. This can also eliminate the resentment in their hearts."
Everyone was slightly shocked and sent Fang Chen to Qingsong? How could this be done?
At this moment, someone hurriedly walked in and whispered: "My lords, a lot of people have gathered outside the gate of Dahua Temple."
"But are you here to demand the release of Fang Chen?"
The old man asked quickly.
"no……"
The visitor looked strange and whispered: "They are from Guhe, Longdu, and Yizhou. They say that Fang Chen harmed the warriors of Qingsong Kingdom and must be severely punished. Otherwise, outsiders like them will have no safety in Daxia Kyoto."
The three great empires of Furukawa, Longdu, and Yizhou are also in the ninth level. However, they have no military conflict with Daxia and focus on business. Many subjects of the three empires also stay in Daxia Kyoto all year round.
"Nonsense, what does this matter have to do with them?"
The old man sneered.
"Why doesn't it matter?"
Li Huafeng glanced at the old man: "Zhao Sixing, don't forget the relationship between Furukawa, Longdu, Yi Sanguo and Qingsong. They have large transactions with Qingsong every year, and they exchange what they need.
Fang Chen's move may have angered them. If they start to put pressure on Daxia, how should we deal with it? It is enough for Daxia to have one Qingsong as an enemy. If we continue to be enemies with these three countries, I am afraid that the destiny of the country will be destroyed.
!”
Everyone's expressions gradually became serious.
yes.
Li Huafeng was right. With the current situation in Daxia, no one wants to see these three countries getting involved in this matter. If they intervene, I'm afraid... they will never give up without giving an explanation.
"Hey, the temple master is here."
"Temple Master."
Everyone stood up one after another, and a middle-aged man in a python robe slowly walked in. He nodded slightly to everyone, then sat on the main seat and said calmly:
"You guys have been discussing for a long time, but have you come up with a charter?"
"Temple Master, in my opinion, Fang Chen must be handed over to Qingsong."
Li Huafeng cupped his fists.
"Oh, this is such a headache."
The temple master slightly rubbed his temples and sighed: "Fang Chen's status in Daxia is extraordinary. If his cultivation has not recovered, he can be used to exchange for the preservation of our national destiny in Daxia for several years.
But now that his cultivation has recovered, you have never thought that no matter what kind of treatment we give him, there is one most important thing - he must be happy with it."
The temple master looked at everyone.
Everyone was slightly startled, and their expressions gradually became weird. They did not expect this.
Li Huafeng hesitated: "Is it possible... that he dares to openly disobey the order?"
"Do you think he dares?"
The temple master sneered: "Regardless of whether I am the master of Dahua Temple or a prince, if I scold him a few words in front of him, do you think he can slap me in the mouth?"
Everyone was silent.
"That's it, don't discuss it. Let's leave Dahua Temple alone and let Fang Chen handle it by himself."
The temple master stood up and said: "Anyway, the person has been captured. We have done what we should do. What will happen next? What does it have to do with us?"
After saying that, he left the place in a big way.
Seeing this, the other people got up and left one after another.
"Master Shaoqing, I think you should leave this matter alone so as not to cause trouble."
Zhao Sixing smiled at Li Huafeng and walked out slowly.
Li Huafeng's expression became increasingly gloomy.
Outside, Yuan Zhuang saw Zhao Sixing and stepped forward quickly: "Sir, what did the superiors say?"
"You, bringing Fang Junshen into Dahua Temple this time will be enough for you to brag about your awesomeness for the rest of your life."
Zhao Sixing said with a smile: "As for the rest, it is not our responsibility. Go and call the other Sizhi. I am happy today and invite you to listen to music by the Daxia River."
Yuan Zhuang was a little shocked.
Since the defeat of Daxia five years ago, Zhao Sixing has never set foot in those places of fireworks. What is his interest today?
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In the prison, thunder could be heard from time to time. The prisoners looked shocked and lay down in front of the door to see what was going on.
But soon, they learned from the chatter of the jailers that Fang Chen had now recovered and even practiced some very ferocious martial arts. When used, there would be a thunderous phenomenon and the enemy would be directly chopped into coke!
Xiao Tianci, the master of Qingsong Superior Pavilion, died due to this move!
After learning about this, they gradually got used to the initial panic and fear, and instead gained a sense of security from the thunder.
"The stronger Fang Junshen is, the stronger we Daxia will be. God has not given up on us!"
"Daxia and Qingsong must have a battle, and this battle will directly determine the national destiny of the two countries. It will be more tragic than the battle at Sanjie Mountain. The stronger Fang Jun's spiritual cultivation, the more stable the national destiny of Daxia will be!"
"Jailer, jailer, how long are you going to imprison Fang Junshen? Why don't you let him out as soon as possible to suppress Qingsong for me, Daxia!"
When the jailers heard this, they all had a wry smile on their faces. They thought so too, but how could they have this right?
In a single room, Fang Chen quietly made the Purple Lightning Talisman. Each stroke was very vigorous and powerful. He felt that the speed of making the Purple Lightning Talisman gradually increased.
The spiritual power in the body is getting stronger and stronger, and it is much stronger than when the immortal veins were condensed that day!
Every time the spiritual power is exhausted, the upper limit of the recovered spiritual power will increase.
"It turns out that it's not difficult to become an immortal..."
Fang Chen put down the Langhao pen and quietly felt the spiritual power surge in his body. A faint smile appeared in his eyes. The spiritual power was already in place and it was time to condense the second immortal vein.
As soon as his mind moved, countless spiritual powers surged from heaven to earth, rushing towards Fang Chen's body. Not long after, the second crystal clear immortal vein appeared.