"No, judging from your appearance, your parents are not dead."
Zhang Fan said.
During the process of going up the mountain, Nangong Qing needs to use the true energy in her body. When the true energy is released, the ability of the spirit stone to hide her strength will disappear, and the masking effect on her face will also disappear.
Therefore, Zhang Fan had seen that Nangong Qing's parents were not dead before.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Nangong Qing's heart was slightly shaken. Then, he put his hands on Zhang Fan's shoulders and asked excitedly: "You...are you telling the truth?"
"of course it's true."
Zhang Fan replied affirmatively, "However, your parents are both injured. It's not particularly serious, but it's not minor either. Fortunately, their injuries won't kill them."
"But why does grandma say my parents are dead?"
Nangong Qing murmured softly with a puzzled face, "Why?"
Zhang Fan glanced at Nangong Qing. This Nangong Qing's grandma knew his grandfather. Although Nangong Qing's grandma said that she and her grandfather were just ordinary friends, judging from the complicated eyes, the relationship between the two was more than just ordinary friends.
Are Nangongqing's grandmother and Nangongqing's parents also related to the grudge between grandpa and the Hanyuan clan?
"No, I have to call my grandma and ask about this matter."
Nangong Qing took out his mobile phone as he spoke.
The call was quickly connected, and before the old lady could speak, Nangong Qing couldn't wait and said with a bit of complaint in his voice: "Grandma, my parents are obviously not dead, why do you say they are?
Why did you lie to me?"
Hearing Nangong Qing's words, the old lady smiled lightly, "When you were with Zhang Xiaozi, I guessed that he might tell you about this situation. Just know it. Your parents are indeed not dead, but I didn't save you."
Parental abilities.
I was afraid that after you found out about your parents, you would be eager for quick success in cultivation and destroy yourself, so I said they were dead."
"Grandma, please tell me about my parents now."
Nangong Qing answered.
"I'll tell you when you come back."
The old lady replied, "You can go about your business in peace there."
"That...okay then."
Nangong Qing had no choice but to answer.
After the two hung up the phone, Nangong Qing chatted with Zhang Fan and Li Song for a while before going back to his room.
The next morning, when Zhang Fan and the other three were eating in the cafeteria downstairs, they noticed one after another Xuanmen people entering the restaurant. Yesterday, except for the three of them, there were almost no other Xuanmen people here.
These Taoist practitioners were all discussing one topic, which was the horizontal plane with the palm print of "Sakyamuni" on the northernmost peak of Mount Wutai.
This statement was obviously spread by the host Qingshan.
However, none of the three people expected that the news would spread so quickly.
Judging from their conversations, some of them had already gone up the mountain and saw the magical palm prints, while some had not yet gone up and were preparing to go up the mountain after breakfast.
"Mr. Zhang, what should we do?"
Li Song asked.
"I see there are several waves going up the mountain here. Let's go up the mountain with the large army. What if we find anything?"
Zhang Fan glanced at everyone in the restaurant.
After breakfast, three waves of teams that wanted to go up the mountain to explore gathered together.
Three groups of people were all men, two in each group, two groups of people were about the same age as Li Song, and one group of people were about the same age as Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing.
These two young men are the most mysterious among the three groups, and they all wear spiritual stones that can hide their aura.
One of them has a short haircut with scars from a knife, and the other has a middle-parted comb. Both of them look good and are dressed very fashionably.
The three groups of people all hold the same idea. They are not clear about the situation on the mountain. The more people there are, the stronger the ability to resist risks. Therefore, they plan to go up the mountain to explore together.
When you really discover something, just use some tricks and get rid of other people.
Zhang Fan and three others also joined in. They readily agreed to join Zhang Fan and three others, and they had a few more people to shoulder the risk together. Why not?
Half an hour later, Zhang Fan and his group of nine people arrived at the foot of the mountain leading to the water surface.
Yesterday, the mountain was covered with dense vegetation and there was no place to step down. A smooth mountain road had been forcibly carved out. This really confirmed Mr. Zhou's words, "There is no road in the world. When there are more people walking, it becomes a road."
It took about twenty minutes for Zhang Fan and his group of nine people to reach the horizontal plane. At this time, the horizontal plane was densely packed with people. Forty percent of the people here were cultivators, and 60% of the people were cultivators.
They are ordinary people.
These ordinary people are all loyal believers of Buddhism. They line up to kneel down and worship the so-called Sakyamuni's mudra. Moreover, before leaving, they put their palms into the mudra, euphemistically calling it to soak up some immortal energy.
Zhang Fan and the others passed through the bustling crowd and came to the handprint.
The scarred man with the short hair and the man with the split hair squatted next to the handprint and looked at it carefully. After the two stood up, they walked towards the distance and walked to the edge of the horizontal plane. They said something and from time to time they raised their hands to take a look.
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Zhang Fan has been watching the actions of the two people.
Finally, the two of them looked around, sighed, and walked down the mountain.
The three Zhang Fans standing next to the handprints would occasionally be pushed aside by those who had just arrived on the mountain. Zhang Fan simply pointed to the open space not far away and said, "Let's go sit there for a while."
Li Song and Nangong Qing both nodded in agreement, and the three of them sat down in the open space and looked at the bustling crowd of people rushing towards the direction of the handprints.
Suddenly, two girls similar to Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing came to the tree with the mark engraved on it.
One of them has a round haircut and is average-looking, but a bit cute. The other has a Sassoon haircut and wears a light-colored sportswear, giving people a very capable look.
Zhang Fan and the others did not feel any special aura from the two of them.
The two of them first looked at the marks on the trees, and then used something similar to plasticine to tap out the marks. After storing the rubbed marks, the two of them took a look at the palm prints and went down the mountain.
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"Mr. Zhang, what do you think those two girls were doing to touch the marks on the tree?
Moreover, the marks are all the same, why did they have to go through all the trouble to remove them all?"
Li Song said.
"I don't know either."
Zhang Fan shook his head, "If you want to know the specific reason, you have to ask them."
As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, he saw a middle-aged woman in her fifties coming to the strange-colored stone wall.