"Uh......" It took about two days for Wang Chuqing to wake up from his coma. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Fang Hong and King Xing used her mind as a battlefield, and a battle between wills broke out, although it was only the aftermath of the battle, but for ordinary people, it could almost be called a catastrophe.

Fortunately, Wang Chuqing's willpower was strong, so he did not die, but he still left a lot of sequelae.

"What is this place? Who am I?" she struggled to open her eyes, her brain aching sharply, and in her eyes, a heavy light and shadow flickered. All the scenery in front of her had overlapping shadows, and it took a while for her to relieve.

Wang Chuqing tried hard to recall everything, but couldn't think of anything, as if all her memories had been erased. This is also a very normal thing, the storm that swept up when Fang Hong and the two of them were fighting has seriously damaged their Zhihai, causing a large part of their memories to be lost.

"Your name is Wang Chuqing. The scene in front of her kept twisting, and the next moment, a strange person appeared in front of her. This strange man is a human body with a snake tail, the lower half of his body is entrenched on a divine seat, and the furnishings around him are extravagant and exquisite, and you can even see sparkling waves in the distance, as if he is in the crystal palace of the dragon king.

The moment she saw this person, her brain suddenly roared, and two terrifying figures appeared in her consciousness, one was rigid and immortal, capable of destroying everything. A majestic tyranny, stirring up a boundless storm.

One of the figures overlapped with the person in front of him.

"Go. Fang Hong flicked his fingers, and in Wang Chuqing's mind, the rigid figure was blown up vividly, and the shadow of tyranny began to grow uncontrollably, and the majestic bank was like a river, deeply imprinted in her heart.

"Lord River God. After a while, Wang Chuqing bowed her head respectfully and looked at Fang Hong's eyes with a hint of fanaticism. If it was an ordinary time, even if Fang Hong wanted to control a person's mind, it would be very difficult. But coincidentally, Wang Chuqing's memories were lost, just like a blank piece of paper, whatever memories were filled in, they were all left to Fang Hong's play.

"Go and reorganize the Tsing Yi Society, focus on investigating the Destiny Division for me, I want all the news about them. Fang Hong said in a deep voice, if he could, he wanted to directly let Wang Chuqing investigate King Xing, but this was unrealistic. King Xing's body is full of force, and his will is as immortal as King Kong, any malice will be detected by him, and sending people to investigate is simply looking for death.

But the Mandate Division is different, the people of the Mandate Division may have controlled some killing moves, but they are still mortals in nature. He could have reversed some things through the news he got from the Mandate Division. The greatest strength of the gods is not their fighting power, but their ability to deduce calculations. As long as there is a clue, he can use it to extrapolate countless possibilities, and then deny and eliminate them one by one.

Wang Chuqing nodded, and the next moment, her body turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the body outside the Water Mansion. The water mansion exists in the underworld, and the human body is not allowed to enter, and she has just been dragged in by consciousness.

After sending Wang Chuqing away, Fang Hongpan sat on the throne of the gods, and in the depths of his eyes, there were countless points of light shining. "Click, click. "At the edge of the Luotang River, there is a small cyan crab that plunges headlong into the Gongjiang River. The majestic water around it was ten times stronger, and it was dizzy.

Fang Hong is not like this, all along, he has only nested in his one-third of an acre. And now, he, a little crab, has finally rushed into the big river. Whether you live or die, you can't help yourself.

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A few days later, in the south of Nanchang City, a young man walked slowly on the official road, the pace was steady, not fast, but not slow. He was dressed in a light-colored garment, and looked like a scholar. This person is Fang Hong, but he is possessed in Wang Ke's body.

In Jiangxi, the Buddhist culture is extremely prosperous, not only there are all kinds of Taoist temples, but also the number of Buddhist temples is also quite a lot. Just in the south of Nanchang City, there is a temple called Xiaochan Temple.

Xiaozen Temple, as its name suggests, covers a small area, just a few acres of land, the towering courtyard wall is painted red, and some Sanskrit characters are written on it.

There are very few pilgrims in the temple, and only a few people come and go. The voices of each of them are also very small, and the whole Zen temple is full of peace and tranquility.

"Donor, give a stick of incense. A small novice handed over a stick of incense, one end of which was already lit, and the curling green smoke dispersed into the air.

Fang Hong stretched out his hand to take it and bowed a few times to the golden statue in the temple. A Buddha is a great enlightened being, a great wisdom being, and a great supernatural being. Although Buddhism and Shinto are two different systems, they should always be respected.

After paying homage to the incense, Fang Hong took out a silver ingot from his bosom and put it into the merit box on the side. This ingot of silver, to say the least, is ten taels, but the little novice's eyes are stunned.

Although there will be some generous pilgrims who come, there are still very few who give so much money at once. After all, the scale of their temples is too small, unlike those big temples, and the incense money collected every day is really like flowing water.

"Little master, prepare a room for me, I want to stay here for a few days. Fang Hong stretched out his hand and touched the bald head of this little novice, and said with a smile.

"Okay, donor, wait a minute. The little novice nodded quickly, and jumped to the backyard. After a while, everyone in the temple knew that there was a big pilgrim coming, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly prepared a room, sprinkled water to clean it, laid the quilt, and let Fang Hong live in it.

The temple is so small that there are three rooms in addition to where the monks live, all three of which are lined up in a courtyard.

There are some bamboo and peach trees planted in the courtyard, and now at this time, the peach blossoms have long since withered, and there are some small peaches only the size of soybeans hanging on the trunk, which looks quiet.

Fang Hong's purpose in coming here was actually to invite back Fang Dayuan's head. After Fang Dayuan was killed, the head was taken by Wang Chuqing and given to King Ning. Originally, according to King Ning's character, he just threw it away. But he was asked to come down by Wang Chuqing, because at that time, King Ning needed to use Wang Chuqing's power, so he agreed to come down. After that, Wang Chuqing enshrined Fang Dayuan's head in this small Zen temple.

According to the ancient tradition, the body needs to be intact for burial, otherwise the soul will not be at peace. Although Fang Hong knew that all this was nonsense, he didn't want his father to be in a different place.

Thanks to the thousands of sails and the classmates who met on the other side for the reward of the unknown classmates, touch the big