Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Nine armored soldiers buried their heads and dug vigorously.

They knew that Fakong's mantra could cure the plague, so they were not worried about being infected, so they dug without hesitation and soon dug a big pit until the black color appeared.

Chu Xiang looked at the bones and black ashes and nodded: "Master, these should be it."

Yue Minghui nodded vigorously.

Fakong came closer and saw clearly that there were five corpses under the black ashes. The fire did not burn them to ashes, and there were still many bones left.

A light floated out of the halo in his mind and drilled into the eyes of the Medicine Buddha statue.

Fakong's eyes changed rapidly, and his eyes became blank and lost focus, as if he was immersed in memories.

In fact, his eyes were staring at one of the five corpses, and the scenes of the corpse's life before his eyes were transformed.

The souls of the five people had long left, and he could only observe and search through the fate.

Fate-seeing can cross the gap of time and see what happened in the past, just as the clairvoyance can see what will happen in the future.

Fakong quickly looked up information about the plague, how he got sick, what he had touched or what he had come into contact with before he got sick.

He looked at the past of the five corpses one by one, and finally locked onto one person, who was an old woman in a black robe.

The old woman in the black robe had an ordinary appearance, chicken skin and white hair, and looked like an ordinary old woman, but she always gave people a gloomy feeling in the black robe.

She talked to the five people separately and handed them a package of things, which should be similar to medicinal materials.

After the five people boiled and took it, they began to get sick.

Fakong's eyes recovered as before, and he turned around and left: "It's okay."

Chu Xiang followed him away.

Yue Minghui commanded the nine people to fill the big pit again, and then returned to the outside of the big tent to wait for Fakong.

He wanted Fakong to check these nine subordinates to see if they were infected with the plague. Although those things were burned, it might not really burn the plague clean.

Fakong had already finished a painting. He lifted it up, blew on it, and handed it to Chu Xiang: "Your Highness, please check this person."

"... I have some impression of this person." Chu Xiang saw the picture and recognized the person in the painting at a glance.

He thought for a while and said: "It is a local doctor. He is quite famous among the victims and has cured many people's diseases."

Fakong nodded: "Please ask her to come over."

Chu Xiang took the painting and walked out, and asked Yue Minghui to find someone.

Fakong came to the outside of the big tent and looked at the nine people. He smiled and said: "It's not infected, don't worry."

"Thank you, Master." The nine people clasped their hands in gratitude.

Fakong clasped his hands in return.

Chu Xiang laughed and scolded: "You nine are too timid. Even if you get it, what are you afraid of with the master here? Go back and continue training."

"Yes." The nine people responded loudly and ran away.

"Your Highness." Yue Minghui came hurriedly with an ugly face.

Chu Xiang knew something was wrong as soon as he saw his face: "Where is she? Can't find anyone? She's just a doctor, not a martial arts master."

"Your Highness, she's gone."

"Speak clearly!" Chu Xiang frowned.

"Three days ago, this old woman disappeared. No one saw her again. They thought she died of the plague."

"She's not dead." Chu Xiang shook his head.

He had seen every dead person.

But there was no old woman in black robes among them.

"That means she sneaked away quietly." Yue Minghui said: "But it's not that easy, right? Your Highness, maybe she is really a martial arts master."

Three days ago, the disaster camp had been blocked, and soldiers were not allowed to enter or leave. It was impossible for ordinary people to slip away.

Only martial arts masters could escape without being noticed.

"... Slipped away!" Chu Xiang's face was gloomy.

Is this a guilty conscience or something else?

I thought the camp was airtight, but there was still a leak. If this old woman ran to the city and said something, it would be troublesome.

What's more terrible is that if she is really the murderer, if she spreads the plague in the city, it will be hard to prevent!

The more he thought about it, the uglier his face became.

Yue Minghui bowed his burly body slightly and said, "Your Majesty, how about we chase her?"

"Where to chase?" Chu Xiang said coldly.

Yue Minghui said, "We also have top tracking experts in our army. Let them chase her. They will definitely catch up!"

"Can you find her belongings?" Chu Xiang asked.

Yue Minghui nodded vigorously: "We found the pestle she used. It should be contaminated with her breath. We can catch up."

"... Try it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yue Minghui strode out.

Chu Xiang turned his head to look at Fakong, and said helplessly: "Master, could the murderer be this old woman?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be her."

"Did someone deliberately spread this plague?" Chu Xiang said with a gloomy face: "They are completely conscienceless and inhumane!"

Fakong sighed and nodded.

The darkness of human hearts is beyond imagination.

"We must catch her!" Chu Xiang said in a deep voice.

This time, Master Fakong was here, and we were lucky enough to eliminate the plague in time.

But what about elsewhere?

If this vicious old woman spreads it in other places, I am afraid she will not have the good luck of Shenjing.

I wonder how many people will die!

Thinking of this, he was anxious.

"Prince, let me see the old woman's belongings."

"Yue Minghui!"

"Here."

"Go and get the old woman's belongings."

"Yes."

Yue Minghui moved quickly. After a while, an armored soldier came in with a bluestone pestle, and another armored soldier brought a roll of bedding.

Fakong took a look and nodded: "Masters of tracking in the army, please come together."

Chu Xiang glanced at Yue Minghui.

Yue Minghui stepped out of the big tent and shouted at the entrance of the tent.

"Bai Tianle!"

"Here!"

"Sun Wubing!"

"Here!"

"Come here."

"Yes."

Yue Minghui shouted and brought two middle-aged armored soldiers into the big tent and stood in front of Fakong.

Fakong took a look at the two men.

The two armored soldiers had ordinary looks and clear eyes. Obviously, they were not cunning.

Moreover, their eyes were curious, without respect and embarrassment. Obviously, they were not so keen on power. According to the saying in the previous life, they were technical talents.

Fakong pointed at the pestle and the quilt respectively, and asked them to use their breath to perform the tracking skills to see if they could catch up.

He then used his clairvoyance to watch the two.

The two did not even greet Chu Xiang, and began to perform their miraculous skills with a solemn look.

One of them touched the pestle with his hand, and the other sniffed the quilt with his nose.

Yue Minghui stared at them nervously.

Chu Xiang was staring at Fakong.

Fakong suddenly changed his appearance, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his facial features were still the same, but he looked like a different person.

After a while, Fakong nodded: "Found it."

He found the old woman in black robe with the help of two tracking masters.

It was the evening of three days later, and he caught up with the old woman in black robe in a private house in Shenjing.

But the old woman had no breath at all, and committed suicide.

Chu Xiang hurriedly asked, "Where is she?"

"Shenjing City." Fakong shook his head and said, "The more you fear she's going, the more she's there, Lin Feiyang."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang walked out of the shadows.

Fakong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang came close to him.

Fakong stretched out his left index finger and middle finger, forming a sword gesture, and gently touched Lin Feiyang's brow.

He had already passed the image he had obtained directly to Lin Feiyang through the method of initiation, and retracted his fingers and said, "Control her and bring her here."

"I'll be there soon!" Lin Feiyang nodded solemnly and disappeared in a flash.

Chu Xiang stared at Lin Feiyang, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He found that even if he had entered the first level, he still couldn't see him and didn't notice his existence.

Yue Minghui and the two tracking masters also changed their faces.

They were very alert and surprised by Lin Feiyang's sudden appearance.

"You go." Chu Xiang waved his hand.

"I'll take my leave." Yue Minghui bowed, then clasped his hands together to bow to Fakong, then pulled the two of them out of the tent.

Bai Tianle and Sun Wubing looked puzzled. Why did they just look at the things and drive them away directly?

Don't they need to work together to catch someone?

"General Yue, I can catch that person."

"I can!"

"Why not chase him?"

Yue Minghui snorted: "When can you catch him?"

"It shouldn't take too long."

"How long is not too long?"

"... Two or three days, it should be enough."

"Two or three days? Hey!" Yue Minghui said unhappily: "You two or three days, Master Fakong has found it now, so I don't need to say anything, right?"

"... Master Fakong has magical powers, of course it's different."

"The person has been found, why are you still making trouble?" Yue Minghui waved his hand: "Okay, this matter ends here, go back and continue training."

"Hehe..." The two smiled flatteringly.

Bai Tianle laughed and said, "General, we have worked hard after all. Should we reduce the training?"

"No, get out!"

"...Yes!"

The two had no choice but to shake their heads and go back.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Feiyang suddenly walked out of the shadow of the big tent, holding the old woman in black robe in his hand.

"Bang!" Lin Feiyang threw her to the ground roughly.

The old woman in black robe rolled over and turned upside down.

She opened her eyes and stared coldly at Fakong and Chu Xiang, indifferent and calm, without any fear.

Chu Xiang hated her to the bone and gritted his teeth and said, "Old woman, is this your fault?"

Lin Feiyang suddenly kicked her on the shoulder.

The old woman was able to speak and sneered.

"Why?" Chu Xiang frowned and said, "You are so crazy, what on earth are you doing?"

"Hehe..." The old woman continued to sneer.

Chu Xiang said slowly: "Who ordered her to do this?"

"You!" The old woman said with a joking look on her face: "Prince Xin, didn't you order this old woman to do this?"

"You are looking for death!" Chu Xiang said coldly.

The old woman shook her head: "It seems that the prince doesn't want to admit it, and he wants to kill people to silence them."

Chu Xiang's face was cold, staring at her.

The old woman looked at him jokingly without caring.

Fakong said: "Prince, she is asking for a quick death, there is no need to rush."

"It's really inhumane." Chu Xiang shook his head: "I really can't think of how there can be such a person in the world."

"This donor, I don't understand one thing."

"What is it?" The old woman said coldly: "Little monk, why do you have to get involved in these things? Just recite your sutras well."

Fakong smiled: "I don't understand why the donor didn't directly poison the capital, but the disaster camp?"

"Hehe!" The old woman sneered.