Super Golden Eye

Just after driving two streets, Fang Yang's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a strange number he had never seen before!

Not many people knew Fang Yang's phone number. It was already midnight, so I didn't know what was urgent. After answering the phone, a somewhat familiar voice came from inside: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Fang Yang?"

Fang Yang replied politely: "I'm sorry, please introduce yourself. I don't like talking to strangers."

"I'm Monk Zhou, from Jiangbei Antique Street? Have you forgotten that you bought a lot of small things from me?" Monk Zhou quickly introduced himself.

"Monk Zhou? I don't seem to have a deep impression." Fang Yang had a vague impression, but he had basically visited the antique street in Jiangbei. How could he remember everyone?

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang had no impression of him at all. Monk Zhou became anxious: "What, you still want to buy my wife's hair seal, have you remembered?"

Fang Yang suddenly realized: "Oh, it's you! It's so late, you don't want to treat me to a midnight snack, right?"

Monk Zhou said generously: "As long as the little brother is willing to give you face, I can't ask for it! I'm afraid that the little brother won't give you face."

Fang Yang stopped teasing him: "Tell me what's going on."

Monk Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Say on the phone?"

Fang Yang said: "Well, my time is very tight, let's talk on the phone."

Monk Zhou hesitated: "Little brother, this matter is of great importance. I wonder if we can have an interview? If it's inconvenient for you, I can go to you."

Fang Yang rolled his eyes: "It's not impossible for you to come to me, it's just that bloody mark..."

Ever since Fang Yang became a Feng Shui master, he has never seen any spiritual object with more spiritual energy than that piece of hair mound seal. It is absolutely a good thing! Now that he has such a good opportunity, Fang Yang will naturally not give up.

As if he had known that Fang Yang would make such a request, Monk Zhou immediately replied: "As long as you do me a favor, little brother, I will give you Faqiu Yin with both hands! If you tell the truth, there will be five thunders from heaven!"

"Oh? Then I wonder what you can do to help?" Fang Yang was somewhat interested.

From several contacts and conversations with Monk Zhou and the others, Fang Yang vaguely guessed that they might be the disciples of the Faqiu Sect who had retired long ago.

Although the reputation is not very good, it can be regarded as a martial arts profession, and no one cares about their oaths more than them. To be able to make Monk Zhou swear such a vow, it seems that something is unusual.

Monk Zhou said: "Are you in the hotel? I'll go find you and show you something."

Since there is something to see, it is definitely not appropriate to make a phone call. Fang Yang thought for a while and agreed: "Okay, come over in fifteen minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yang returned to the hotel. As soon as I returned to the room and changed my clothes, there was a heavy knock on the door outside. Fang Yang went over to open the door and saw Monk Zhou and his party walking in.

Monk Zhou seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about Fang Yang, and wanted to give him a bear hug when they met. Fang Yang was so frightened that he jumped aside quickly: "No, if you have something to say, I don't want you to strangle me to death."

Monk Zhou scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey, aren't you happy to see your little brother again! We have been waiting for you for a long time, and if we still can't wait for you, we are ready to give up."

Fang Suoyang asked the three of them to sit down in the living room: "What can you do for me?"

Monk Zhou did not regard himself as an outsider. After sitting down, he found a cup by himself and drank four or five glasses of water before putting the cup down:

"Huh~~ I'm dying of thirst. Little brother, let me introduce you formally. This is my wife Yang Fan, and next to me is my junior brother Fatty Wang. Everyone knows me. I came to you this time to ask for help. With your ability, help us retrieve something.”

"Let me help you find something?" Fang Yang was delighted: "Brother, we have a business relationship. I don't seem to have any obligation to help you, right?"

Monk Zhou pointed at the hair mound seal on Yang Fan's waist: "Didn't we agree before that we would use that seal as reward?"

Although Monk Zhou looked familiar, Yang Fan felt a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes. Fatty Wang was also a little reserved, sitting there honestly like a primary school student.

Fang Yang glanced at me: "Since you have found me, you should also know that I am relatively wealthy now. I cannot afford to risk my life for such a thing.

I admit, that Faqiu Seal is indeed a good thing. But I believe that as long as you pay a high price, you can still get it. Not to mention it's just a copper one, I'm afraid it's a gold one, right? "

"No, no, no, if you say that, you are an amateur." Monk Zhou looked like you didn't understand:

"If you say you can receive a similar Faqiu seal, I will believe it. If you can receive gold, I will also believe it. But I dare say that even if you receive a hundred yuan, it will not be as good as this piece of copper!"

Fang Yang became interested: "Then tell me, how can this piece of copper be compared to a piece of 100 pieces of gold?"

Monk Zhou took a sip of water: "This starts with the origin of our Faqiu Sect..."

The founder of the Faqiu sect is a Taoist who cannot be called. The common man's surname is Liu. He is short in stature and is proficient in the ancestral bone-shrinking technique.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, Wei, Shu and Wu were divided into three parts, and the world was in chaos. Taoist Bu Luo met Cao Mengde by chance and was impressed by him, so he sent his first two disciples to follow him, while he himself went to live in seclusion in the mountains because of his old age.

Later, I happened to see Chen Lin's essay and listed Cao Mengde's crimes, one of which was the crime of touching gold from a hillock. It was expected that the two disciples must have been involved in the business of touching gold from a hillock.

It is a grave sin to disturb ghosts and gods, and make humans and gods angry. The two disciples were expelled from the master's school if they could not become Taoists. From then on, these two disciples each became disciples and regarded Cao Mengde as their ancestor.

One of the disciples, whose surname is Yang, is the founder of our Faqiu sect. And this Faqiu seal was personally given by Cao Mengde back then, and it is the first Faqiu seal in the world.

It is said that it is made of copper from Shoushan Mountain and tempered by the water of Huangquan. The upper seal reads: "Heavenly officials give blessings, and there are no taboos." Eight characters. It is said that if a seal is placed in the hand, all ghosts and gods will avoid it.

This seal was destroyed during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty and no longer exists in the world. In fact, it is just because the world is afraid of the Faqiu lineage.

The Duandou sect that has been spread since ancient times mainly consists of four families, namely: Mojinmen, Banshanmen, Xilingmen, and Faqiumen. They are also called Mojin Xiaowei, Banshan Taoist, Xiling Lishi, and Faqiu Tianguan. .

There are seals on hair mounds, talismans on touching gold, skills on moving mountains, and armor on mountains. Each has its own magical power. The only company that does not exclude cooperation with those in power is Faqiumen.

But during the Yongle period, after the initial honeymoon period, Emperor Yongle discovered that these guys were so powerful!

With just a quick glance, he could accurately find the tomb hidden deep underground, which not only made him fearful.

Faqiumen has been circulating for so long, and there are only a few large tombs in the world, and they will only become fewer and fewer. If the ancient tombs were robbed, wouldn't they have to take action against their ancestors?

Thinking that even his own imperial mausoleum might be stolen by these Faqiu heavenly officials, Emperor Yongle couldn't help but grow evil, and issued an order to exterminate the entire Faqiu lineage!

After the fierce battle, only a few guards escorted the last descendant of Faqiu Sect to escape. Except for the identity that the party can prove and the seal of Faqiu, there is nothing.

Faqiumen, which was once the most glorious and prosperous, suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the world, and no news can be found again.