Chapter 612: The Wanderer (6800 Supplement)
"Call me Yan Benchu!"
After sending Wu Yong away, Fang Ming immediately gave an order. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
The Blood Dragon Ao Wuxuan was still too far away from him, but the news that Wu Yong had said before that there was a cult in the core Kyushu and that he was in the same stream with the Blood Dragon Army still attracted Fang Ming's attention.
Although he does not have many homeless people here, the spread of cults is inevitable in troubled times.
In particular, among the Seven Demon Dao of the Outer Regions, there are several such sects, and they must be guarded against.
"Subordinate Yan Benchu, I have seen the alliance leader!"
A moment later, Yan Benchu came in and knelt on the ground, looking quite capable.
"Hmm...... It coincides with the troubled times, and there may be cults rampant in my Connecticut territory, this is a major matter, you go down to investigate, and report any news in time, and do not act rashly! ”
At this time, Fang Ming looked at Yan Benchu, who was respectful below, but he didn't feel much.
No matter what the other party is doing now, he is doing things according to the rules, those who can go up, those who can't, reward those who have merit, and punish those who have faults, it's so simple.
The reason why Yan Benchu was mentioned this time was because he remembered that this son was also diligent in the Black Jiao Army, so he just gave him a chance.
"If your subordinates obey the order, they will take care of this matter for the alliance!"
Regarding Fang Ming's casual point, Yan Benchu was trembling with excitement, feeling that the opportunity had come, and couldn't help but answer loudly.
"Hmm!"
Fang Ming waved his hand, and Yan Benchu immediately retreated.
Fang Ming looked at this person's upright back, but touched his chin thoughtfully.
As far as he is concerned, sending this person is just a little more experienced, and what he really wants to do is the Divine Sword Sect!
After all, as a local cult, it has a natural stance and advantage in resisting the erosion of foreign sects.
And what Fang Ming was going to do was just pull the shelf.
"The opponent's target is still in the core Kyushu, Connecticut is just a small fight, and Lingyue, who has the support of iron-heartedness, is enough to deal with it......"
A ray of light flashed in Fang Ming's eyes: "And...... The Divine Sword Sect is a branch of the Seven Peerless Sects, if the opponents are really the ones I think, they have to look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face, and they can't set off any big waves......"
After all, although the Seven Demon Dao of the Outer Regions could not be said to have any common spirit, they were also the same enemy.
In the case that the Divine Sword Sect has occupied the dark side of Connecticut and has become the self-reserved land of the Seven Peerless Sects, the other demon sects should not tear their faces.
The reason why he had to prepare so much was because Fang Ming was preparing to go to the core Kyushu recently, and the Qingyun Sect and his party!
It's a dangerous trip!
If you want to try to rescue Grandmaster Murong from the Longtan Tiger's Den, how can it be smooth sailing?
Even, even if everything came according to Fang Ming's assumption, it would take an extremely long time.
Therefore, before going out, it is natural to tidy up your backyard.
Although it didn't take much effort, Fang Ming still regarded the Great River Alliance as a piece of foundation that he had won at the beginning.
If you go out for a long time, you will look back and see that the old nest has been taken away, and you will be a little depressed.
……
The sun is blazing!
The dazzling light poured down, carrying a scorching heat, and even the fields next to it dried up, and cracks in the shape of turtle shells appeared.
The official road is overgrown with weeds, and even the bones of Senbai are exposed on one side, which makes people shudder.
A carriage was slowly moving forward on the official road, and a jade hand lifted the curtain of the car, revealing the warm eyes of Nangong Allure: "Thousands of miles of people are uninhabited, and the white bones are exposed in the wild...... Sure enough, it's a scene of troubled times! ”
"What?"
A little head wanted to poke his head out, but he was pressed by Nangong Allure: "Little Murong, don't look at it!" ”
"Oh!"
Since Xiao Murong went out, he has matured a lot, and he didn't continue to ask more, burying his head in the arms of Nangong Allure.
"After this hundred miles of slope, we can rush to Chaoque City, where further north, through Tianque Pass, we can reach Liangzhou, the core of Kyushu!"
Fang Ming, who was sitting in the driver's seat, comforted.
After settling in Connecticut, he set off immediately.
And when Nangong Allure heard that this time he was trying to rescue Grandmaster Murong, of course he had to keep up with everything, and Xiao Murong was naturally the same.
Fang Ming thought that he would get together less and leave more with these two people, and this time it was also about their benefactor's mother, so he immediately agreed to it.
Anyway, he had already made a decision, and when he arrived in the core Kyushu, he would immediately find a safe place to place these two people, and it was impossible for them to break into the Qingyun Sect with him.
As for the change of carriage, it was natural that Fang Ming wanted to observe the people's situation and see the situation in the other states of this great Qian.
Xiao Tie was ready to go, hovering over the carriage.
In this way, even if there is any danger, he can take Nangong Allure and Xiao Murong to fly away, leaving one Fang Ming, but he is confident that he can get out in any dangerous situation.
After all, what is a bunch of chaotic people?
It's just that out of Fang Ming's expectations, along the way, the governance of the states has been chaotic, with a series of wars and disasters, and there are even terrifying homeless people, moving like locusts, and everything they pass through has been swept away.
If it weren't for the fact that the three of them were not easy to match, and Fang Ming himself was a master of heaven and earth, I am afraid that he would not be able to come here so safely.
Rao is so, it took three months to get here from Connecticut! - This is still under the condition of having an iron-winged Sky Eagle, constantly changing and flying over the sky!
The road was so difficult and dangerous, Fang Ming couldn't help but understand more about the vastness of the Great Dry World.
"It's a pity ......"
Recalling the fertile land that was uncultivated on the side of the road before, even Fang Ming felt a little helpless.
Since ancient times, the arrival of troubled times will inevitably continue to be natural and man-made disasters.
There are even rumors on the market that there are rebellious troops who have broken the dragon veins in Yujing, resulting in changes in the sky, making the core Kyushu from a country of abundance that is flooded and drought, and does not know hunger, to purgatory on earth!
As Chaoque City approached, there was a sparse flow of people nearby.
They all have yellow faces and thin muscles, and their limbs are like firewood, only with green light in their eyes, looking at Fang Ming's carriage, even horses, and even people's bodies, there is a taste of greed.
"Humph!"
Fang Ming snorted coldly, revealing the sword on his back.
"It's a warrior!"
Many greedy eyes immediately retracted, while others only became more hidden.
Fang Ming was already surprised by this.
In troubled times, it is impossible for him to hang the flag that says I am a master on the carriage, and in the face of these homeless people, only martial arts and swords are enough to make them afraid.
And when you go out, sharp weapons are even more effective and stable than any road guide.
The carriage drifted farther and farther away, and at last it came to what seemed to be a small town.
In the streets and alleys, hunger is everywhere, and almost everywhere you can see sick and weak homeless people, men, women and children, old and weak, sick and disabled, the living smell of despair, and the dead body may be only one step away.
"It's time for soup kitchen!"
"It's time for soup kitchen!"
There was a commotion, and a voice came from afar, giving a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the homeless.
"The Taoist of Yuanxuan has given porridge!"
Fang Ming looked at it at a glance and saw a Taoist priest wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, wearing cloud-climbing shoes, and holding a seven-section bamboo cane walking over, handing out things like yellow paper Taoist talismans, with a look of compassion on his face: "Don't worry, there are all of them!" ”
“…… Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Salvation Pudu...... Another day, until I am ...... peace"
Fang Ming saw the font on the Dao Talisman at a glance, and his face was a little strange.
"Yun'er ......"
Suddenly, a terrible scream came, but it was a woman who was reciting the Taoist scriptures and begging for thin porridge, but the girl in her arms was pale and almost out of breath.
"Don't worry!"
The Taoist priest immediately stepped forward, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Peace will last forever, and the yellow sky will save the world...... Sister-in-law, don't worry, recite the scriptures with me, ask for the water, and you can cure your daughter! ”
This Taoist priest is very good-looking, and he seems to be very prestigious.
In Fang Ming's opinion, after pretending to be a ghost, he poured a bowl of talisman water into the girl, and the girl immediately coughed and woke up.
"Thank you, Chief! Thank you, Mr. Dao, ......"
The woman was grateful, but Fang Ming had a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Use true qi to cure diseases, in the name of Fu Shui, this person must be the backbone of the cult! The Seven Scepters......"
In my heart, there was a chill again.
In the midst of the turmoil, what kind of power should a cult form when it is so blatant and combines with countless desperate homeless people?
"Amitabha!"
At this time, I only heard a Buddha horn sounding, melodious and solemn, with a sense of compassion.
A monk with a complexion like iron, tiger head and leopard eyes, and a body like steel cast iron, came with a Zen staff.
His appearance is extremely powerful, and there is a majesty beyond imagination between Gu Pan, just like the Dharma Protector Vajra in the Buddhist temple.
"Amitabha! Feng Lingzi donor, although you do good deeds, you don't cultivate morality......"
The monk's voice was like a bell, and he pointed to the girl in the woman's arms: "This person is obviously saving you from your true qi, but he pretends to be a talisman water, which is too ......."
"Hee-hee...... Iron-headed monk, as the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter......"
Feng Lingzi smiled and pointed to several cauldrons beside him: "I have countless living people, and it is better than how many floating slaughters I make?" Do you want to go to hell after you die? ”
"This Taoist chief is right, my family Yun'er is only good if she drinks Fu Shui!"
"There are countless Taoist elders, what have you monks done?"
"Just the Buddhist temple in the town, the Buddha statues in it are all made of golden bodies!"
……
In front of their parents, many homeless people turned against the iron-headed monk one after another.
"Alas...... The world is ignorant, although I have the heart to purify all sentient beings, but I don't have such great power, so what can I do...... But ......"
Contrary to Nangong Allure's expectations, in the laughter of the refugees, the iron-headed monk seemed to be embarrassed.
It's just that, before leaving, he glanced thoughtfully at Fang Ming's carriage.
Seeing this, Fang Ming smiled: "What do you think of Allure?" ”
"What do I think?"
Nangong Chengcheng sighed, but said: "There are countless Taoist priests, and monks only take advantage of their tongues, for Li Min, they are Taoist priests, but the monk's words are also reasonable and thought-......provoking" (to be continued.) )