Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 633 He Was A Good Man

Hmm? Chinese?

When Fang Zheng heard the old woman's words, he was shocked.

People from the previous era?

The holy monk Long Poshu hunted down the shrine ghosts hidden in Baifo temple. Could it be that Long Poshu and the shrine ghosts were all from the antiques of the previous era?

When it comes to the antiques of the previous era, Fang Zheng first came into contact with the evil spirit of the Shishi city cinema.

I don't know if Butcher zhang was involved in the cleanup of Shishi city. How's the situation now?

Fang Zheng had video chats with Yiyi every day. He already knew that Butcher zhang hadn't come back yet. Because Yiyi didn't know much about it, Fang Zheng didn't know the details yet.

Asking Zuo qianhu just reassured him not to worry.

Just as Fang Zheng had various guesses in his mind, the familiar chanting of the buddhist scriptures resounded once again, and the golden buddha reflected the void once again, taking pictures of Baifo temple at his feet.

"The opening of the passageway in Blessed Land... You can't hide it anymore... A small Siam kingdom, with the exception of the ten sages of the previous era, has no master. You can't stop the invasion of thousands of countries..."

Boom!

The buddha did not hesitate at all. His golden palm still fell heavily, as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt from nine days. The ground shook again.

Fang Zheng's face froze when he saw the explosion in front of him.

He came up with a bold guess. Could this be how Basuko truth temple was destroyed?

Is there an antique from the previous era that erupted in a life-and-death struggle in Basuko truth temple?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more likely it was.

Fang Zheng had long known about the limitations of the previous generation of antiques in this era.

There is always the risk of falling.

Just as Fang Zheng was thinking, the golden buddha in the void had appeared and disappeared like the first time, as if he was testing Fang Zheng's conjecture.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also learned an even more shocking news, the opening of Blessed Land?

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. There were three big signs that Blessed Land was about to start.

Supernatural events are common.

Time and space are chaotic.

Supernatural events also occur during the day.

In the end, Fang Zheng came to a conclusion that the government of Siam kingdom had been deliberately hiding the opening of Blessed Land from the outside world for a long time.

Because the old woman's voice mentioned the words "You can't hide it anymore."

At this time, Fang Zheng finally figured out why he had been restless since he came to Xianluo.

Speaking of the frequent occurrence of supernatural beings, he had only been in Xianluo for a few days and seemed to have been in trouble all the time.

...

Hotel rooftop.

A group of Xianluo cultivators, looking at the void god buddha, looked excited, and each face was full of excitement and excitement. For a moment, they forgot to continue running for their lives.

Until, in the darkness, a figure came from the void and broke into their vision, very fast, stepping on the air, one step was very far, and finally directly descended on the hotel rooftop, these dozens of people did not react.

It was not someone else, but the holy monk Long Poshu.

There was no obvious wound on Long Poshu's body, but the flesh and blood on his body had withered and dried up even more. If he had been as thin as an old tree root before, he would have felt like he was about to die.

"Holy monk!"

Dozens of people looked at the venerable old monk with fanaticism.

Saint Long Poshu glanced over and saw the three unconscious people who were heavily injured and carried by Kunpan.

Next, the others began to explain the situation. At this time, they found Fang Zheng was not on the rooftop and did not know when he left.

He left before the holy monk Long Po came.

Ten minutes later...

A military tent at the ruins of Basuko truth temple.

Laila, a master of muay thai boxing, and Hannah, a female disciple of Long Poshu, had recovered from severe injuries and coma.

In addition to his still pale face, he was injured and needed some time to recuperate and slowly recover.

The three of them bowed respectfully to the holy monk Long Poshu and said gratefully, "Thank you, cardinal Long Po, for saving us!"

The holy monk Long Poshu smiled kindly and asked the three of them to cooperate with his own medicine and concentrate on recuperating for a few days. In these days, they temporarily stopped practicing. The most important thing is to maintain the foundation and not fall ill, delaying the future path of cultivation.

"Holy monk, after listening to everyone's comments on the mysterious master, it seems that this mysterious master is really a good person. Because of the misunderstanding, we attacked him. Not only did he not get angry and retaliate against us, he hurt us and killed us. Besides, he was willing to sacrifice himself and help us track down the traitor, holy monk... Hannah thought, why don't we pursue him?"

Hannah, who had changed his clothes and been freshly groomed, looked at his teacher with clear, expectant eyes, his skin as clear as ivory.

At this time, everyone else was also making a speech.

All kinds of praise for Fang Zheng.

If Fang Zheng was a siamese, there was a good chance that he would be the next holy monk, master Long Po. There were not many people with such noble moral character in the world who could return good for evil, even they could not do it.

Apart from the silent "Dare," even muay thai masters Laila and Kunpan pleaded for Fang Zheng.

I just don't know how these people would feel if they finally found out the truth. They were all fleeced by Fang Zheng, and they took the initiative to cut the wool while counting the money for Fang Zheng with gratitude.

Perhaps the most vicious curses will come out?

If I'm not afraid of death...

Not long after, these people walked out of the military tent, but only two were missing.

The "Dare" of the four ghosts, and Kunpan, who was on the run, were left alone by the holy monk Long Poshu.

...

Fang Zheng left the rooftop of the hotel before saint Long Poshu came back, but he did not immediately return to the hotel where he was staying. Instead, after seeing saint Long Poshu return, he sneaked back to Baifo temple.

He planned to see what happened in Baifo temple after the war.

Was the relic dead or not?

At the same time, he also wanted to see if there was any possibility of picking up the leak.

Fang Zheng was confident that with his current strength, as long as he did not encounter the late stage of the night tour, which was too big, he would have the confidence to retreat completely in the early and middle stages of the ordinary night tour.

He did not believe that in this small southeast asian country, he could still encounter a day tour or a scourge!

Nowadays, the day tour is like the strategic weapon of nuclear missiles in the world. It is rare and can't move around easily. A small southeast asian country with limited resources can't have a day tour. As for the scourge level ghosts, it was even more impossible. Fang Zheng had not seen the scourge level ghosts until now.

Hmm.

Except for Yiyi.

After all, a scourge must be accompanied by a natural disaster. The signs are too obvious to hide.

Soon, Fang Zheng had been lurking near Baifo temple, but when he saw the situation in Baifo temple after the war, Fang Zheng was stunned.

There was a surprised look on his face!

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