Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Going forward, we gradually came to an empty camp, with endless white tents, which surprised people.

People in Shenjing City only knew that there were disaster victims outside. After all, there was a severe drought in Shenjing area, and they could not wait to starve to death without harvesting food.

The disaster victims were blocked outside the city by Prince Xin and settled.

Prince Xin even went crazy and forcibly requisitioned food to relieve these disaster victims.

Most people also thought that Prince Xin was too reckless and his eating manner was too ugly. Why didn't he let the court pay for the food itself?

In their impression, thousands and tens of thousands of people were not many, but just a lot of people, without a specific concept.

Although it was only a wall, people in the city couldn't see what was happening outside the city.

The East Gate had been sealed, and people didn't think of going around the South Gate or the North Gate to the East Gate.

After all, the people didn't want to get involved with the disaster victims, thinking that the disaster victims were too dangerous and stayed away from them.

At this time, seeing the endless tents, people were shocked. It turned out that there were so many disaster victims.

No wonder Prince Xin was so crazy about forcing food. With so many people and so many mouths, it's scary to think about it.

Outside the camp of disaster victims, there is a circular platform, similar to a Dharma altar, about ten stories high, but the area near the platform has been separated and cannot be approached.

There are two circles of armored soldiers guarding it.

If someone wants to get close, they will be stared at by these armored soldiers, and those who want to break in will be grabbed and thrown out.

People don't need to ask to understand that these places are obviously reserved for those nobles. How can these nobles squeeze together with ordinary people?

People whispered, some shook their heads, some curled their lips, and some looked down.

"Hey, Master Fakong is so snobbish!"

"There's no way, this world is like this, and even high monks have to look at people's clothes."

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have come."

"Haha, then you can leave now."

...

The marching camp on the mountainside.

Inside the big tent, Prince Xin Chuxiang was wearing a purple robe with a dragon with purple and gold dark thread sewn on his chest.

He looked serious, staring at the situation in the camp of disaster victims, followed by the burly Yue Minghui.

"Is there anything unusual over there?"

"No." Yue Minghui said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have combed it five times, there will be no problem."

"Hehe, if something goes wrong, you will be beheaded!"

"I understand!"

Yue Minghui nodded solemnly.

This time, it is not just the disaster victims who are gathering, but also the people of Shenjing City.

If there are those who have different intentions among the disaster victims who take the opportunity to make trouble or kill people, it will cause a big riot at that time, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Especially last time, he actually caught several guys with ulterior motives in the camp of disaster victims, which made him sweat coldly.

If something goes wrong in the camp of disaster victims and causes Xiaoying, there will be chaos around Shenjing, and then he will definitely die.

It doesn't matter if I die, but Your Majesty will also be implicated, which is a sin.

"Your Majesty, why haven't you seen the master?" Yue Minghui looked at the empty high platform, and then looked around.

Fakong has been missing.

Logically speaking, for such a major occasion and such an important matter, one should come here first to prepare, calm down, and adjust one's temper, so as not to panic and make mistakes.

It is best to rehearse in advance.

But Master Fakong has been missing, as if he has forgotten about this matter... He didn't really forget it, did he?

His face suddenly changed, and he looked at Chu Xiang: "Prince, do you want to find someone to guide the master?"

"No need." Chu Xiang said.

Yue Minghui said softly: "The master won't forget this, right?"

"Impossible." Chu Xiang waved his hand: "It has spread everywhere in Shenjing City, how could he forget, just prepare your things."

"I am afraid that Master Fakong will not show up at that time, and I am afraid it will be difficult to control the situation." Yue Minghui looked at more and more people, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and the pressure in his heart became greater and greater.

The more people there are, the greater the trouble will be if something goes wrong.

"Your Highness, do you want to limit the number of people?"

"No need."

"But there are too many people." Yue Minghui said: "If there is any danger at that time, it will be terrible."

He has carefully screened the disaster camp several times, and there is no risk.

But what about these people?

If there are people who take the opportunity to make trouble or kill people, and cause a riot, I don't know how many people will die.

The city guards at the city gate have not checked carefully, nor have they banned weapons.

Are people with martial arts not allowed to come in?

The lethality of martial arts is not weaker than that of weapons. If a few masters suddenly attack and create a riot, it will be endless trouble.

"Have your people sneaked in?"

"More than 200 people have already entered, but..." Yue Minghui hesitated.

He had only rehearsed with 10,000 people before, but now there are more than 20,000 people.

It is still a long way from noon at this time. At this speed, it is probably 50,000 or 60,000 people.

50,000 or 60,000 people, just thinking about it makes my scalp numb.

There are no more than 50,000 or 60,000 trees in the surrounding forests.

After those people came, even if they had prepared the terrain in advance, the farther they were from the platform, the higher the terrain became, forming a slope, but they might not be able to see the platform clearly from such a distance, let alone Master Fakong on the platform.

Would they not squeeze, would they be willing, and would they not complain?

If there were masters among them, would they use Qinggong to jump forward? If you jump forward and I jump forward, would we fight?

Once that happens, chaos will happen.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He wished he could close the East Gate right now. The number of people now was already troublesome enough.

Chu Xiang shook his head: "You..."

Yue Minghui lowered his head: "I am incompetent."

"I have never experienced a big scene," Chu Xiang snorted: "Send all the soldiers in the camp out, five teams in a row, separate the people and form fan-shaped areas one by one. In this way, wouldn't it be easy to keep an eye on them?"

"Your Highness is wise!" Yue Minghui's eyes lit up immediately, and he ran out excitedly.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

Yue Minghui is loyal, brave, and smart, but he lacks enough experience and training.

Some things cannot be created out of nothing, and wisdom also needs to be accumulated.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed, and Lin Feiyang appeared in front of Chu Xiang.

He clasped his fists and saluted: "Your Highness."

He took out a stack of plain paper from his arms and handed it over.

"Where is the master?" Chu Xiang took the stack of plain paper and looked through it one by one.

Lin Feiyang said: "They are still meditating in the temple, so the prince doesn't have to worry... These guys will cause trouble, so just arrest and suppress them in advance."

"Okay." Chu Xiang smiled.

Last time, Fakong gave him a batch of portraits. He caught people according to the portraits, and they were all troublemakers.

He counted the stack of plain paper and shook his head and said: "Some people are really not afraid of death."

There were a total of 43 sheets.

It can only be said that these people are bold and fearless.

Lin Feiyang said: "He said that if the prince carefully interrogates these people, there may be unexpected gains."

"Oh?" Chu Xiang raised his sword eyebrows and nodded slowly: "Okay, let the master rest assured."

Lin Feiyang clasped his fists and saluted: "If there is any change, I will come to report at any time."

"Thank you."

"Your Highness, you are welcome."

Lin Feiyang disappeared without a trace.

Chu Xiang smiled.

Master Fakong's clasp of eyes is indeed magical, especially in such matters, he really has a plan.

If it can be used in the army, it will be invincible!

He thought of this and was fascinated, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

According to Master Fakong's temperament, he would never get involved in military affairs and would never go to the battlefield.

He could only dream.

What he liked most was military life, which was simple and regular, refreshing and enjoyable, unlike in Shenjing, where there were trivialities and troubles everywhere and he couldn't do things happily.

It was too suffocating to stay in Shenjing.

What he wanted most was to return to the army, especially to the border town and fight with Dayun's cavalry, which was the most enjoyable thing.

He fantasized countless times at night, returning to the barracks in his dreams and hearing the sound of cow horns.

Unfortunately...

Even though he was a prince, a prince, and a great master, he still couldn't be free, and had to obey orders and couldn't do what he wanted.

"It's so hot, why don't you start yet?!"

"It's noon, look at the sun, it's still a long way off."

"In this damn weather, when will it rain?"

"Isn't this praying for rain? But I don't think it's going to rain. Look at the sky, there's not a single cloud, how can it rain?"

"Hehe, let's see if Master Fakong will succeed."

"We've worked so hard to stand here in the sun, is it just to see if he can succeed?"

"It's a bit not worth it, otherwise, shall we go back?"

"Since we're here, it doesn't matter what!"

"Hehe, besides, what if it succeeds?"

"I think so too, it may not be impossible."

Discussions came one after another, about the scorching sun, the hot weather, the impatience of waiting, and the chaos was like a busy city.

The armored soldiers lined up in rows, separating the crowd, with intervals between them, one fan-shaped and one fan-shaped, each fan-shaped with about 1,000 people.

Yue Minghui brought Chu Xiang's military token and urgently mobilized soldiers from the four major infantry divisions, and finally controlled the situation.

Afterwards, he was ordered to lead the masters of the Shenwu Palace to go out.

Four masters of the Shenwu Palace formed a team and went out almost at the same time, entering each fan to catch people according to the map.

This time, none of the masters of the Shenwu Palace missed, and they arrested all of them in a flash.

Their actions caused a strong impact on the people.

People were surprised and deeply shocked.

The Shenwu Palace was mysterious in the eyes of the people. It was only dispatched when dealing with martial arts masters, and it was rarely seen at other times.

This gave them countless topics to talk about, so they felt less anxious and did not feel that the sun was moving too slowly.

Among the crowd were Monk Faning and his group.

Mrs. Xu stayed in the outer courtyard with her two sons and did not come over. After all, there were too many people and the children were young, so it was too dangerous.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang were brought over to open their eyes and gain more experience.

Faning could protect Zhou Yang, and Monk Huiling could protect Xu Qingluo, and there were Yuansheng and the others outside.

The few people were in the surging crowd, and they were not noticeable.

Because there were quite a few monks in the crowd.

They were all monks from various temples in Shenjing, half of them were curious, and half of them wanted to see how Fakong would lose face.

Faning bent his arms and raised them horizontally. Zhou Yang sat on his left arm, and Xu Qingluo sat on his right arm. Their heads were at the same height as him, and their sight lines were the same.

This was done to avoid blocking the back.

Monk Huiling stood beside Fakong, looking around.

He was not tall enough, and his sight would be blocked if he stood in the crowd. He was very dissatisfied, so he performed Qinggong, and his feet floated one foot, suddenly becoming tall.

"Old Ancestor, you are awesome." Xu Qingluo said with a smile.

Monk Huiling said proudly: "If you are not tall enough, you can make up for it with your cultivation!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Then how long can you hold on, Old Ancestor?"

"Don't worry, it will be no problem until your master finishes praying for rain!" Monk Huiling smiled proudly.

...

"It's time!"

"It's here!"

People looked up at the sky and then at the platform.

Those standing far away could only see a vague shadow.

Those standing near could see it clearly.

But no matter how clearly they saw it, they could not see how Fakong appeared.

In a flash, Fakong was already standing there, as if he had been standing there originally, but he just didn't see it before.

"Amitabha!" Fakong put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, which was clearly heard by everyone.