It was another lecture day held once every seven days. After morning, the seats under the Zhennan tree were already densely packed with people.

During the war, some people came to listen to the lectures for spiritual comfort, while others came for the free meal.

At noon, the warm winter sun shone through the gaps between the dense leaves of the Zhennan tree and fell on Liu Jiankuan's towering Taoist hat. Due to his concentration in the lecture, there were fine beads of sweat on his face.

He took out a handkerchief from the sleeves of his broad robe, wiped it on his face, and announced gently: "That's it for today. Everyone, please come to the dining hall to have a meal!"

Taoists flocked in.

The clappers rang in the temple, and the Taoist priests had gathered in front of the main hall. Under the guidance of Zhike, everyone stood behind the Taoist priests and walked to the Zhaitang in two rows.

Arrive at the entrance of the Zhaitang and enter the hall. The rules of the Zhaitang are very strict. Talking and looking around are prohibited. The four-eyed immortal is enshrined at the top of the Zhaitang, and the two long tables on the left and right are arranged neatly facing each other, all the way to the end.

All the Taoists stood in front of the table, and Liu Jiankuan offered sacrifices to the Four-Eyed Immortal. He put a bowl of rice on a small garden plate, faced the table, and chanted sutras while beating the rice. Everyone followed him in reciting the offering mantra and fasting.

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After reciting the mantra and offering the offering, Liu Jiankuan left the dining hall.

The Taoists sit down to fast. After finishing the meal, before leaving the fasting hall, they bow to the hall.

The whole process was solemn and solemn, and those who came just for the meal also received a soothing and purifying soul.

Liu Jiankuan stood at the door to see the Taoists leave, politely saying from time to time: "I'll come again next time."

"Brother, please wait a moment!" He stopped a fisherman.

The fisherman was wearing a bamboo hat, his face was half-hidden, he was dressed in a uniform, and he had a sword hanging on his waist.

The fisherman was stopped suddenly, with a look of panic on his face.

Liu Jiankuan invited him into the quiet room, held his hands in his hands and said in salute: "Brother, please lend me your sword to Pindao for a look!"

The fisherman was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the Taoist priest had a gentle face and no malicious intent, he took off his sword and held it up with both hands.

Liu Jiankuan took it and looked at it. His jaw almost dropped and he stumbled and asked, "Where did you get this sword?"

The blade of the sword glowed with green light, and the three words "Fuhu Sword" were engraved on the hilt.

This sword disappeared after Yang Zhan's incident. At first, he searched everywhere but couldn't find it. He always thought it was still with Yang Zhan.

A light suddenly flashed in his heart, the sword was still there, could this fisherman have seen Yang Zhan?

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his burning eyes still made the fisherman even more uneasy.

"Dao...chang, how...should I...say...?"

Liu Jiankuan came to his senses, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and said gently: "Ah, it's okay. This sword originally belonged to my senior brother. Why is it in your hands now? Is he with you?"

The fisherman swallowed a sip of saliva, calmed down, and said slowly: "I just came back from southern Sichuan recently. I was alone without anyone to accompany me. Since the Taoist asked about it, I might as well tell the Taoist about the strange things I experienced."

It turned out that he was the man in the reeds who rescued Mr. Yang Jingxin on the Minjiang River.

At that time, in order to ensure that Mr. Yang's whereabouts would not be leaked, he overturned his boat and wanted to sink it to the bottom of the river with the boat.

However, as if protected by a magical power, he was pushed more than a hundred miles by the waves of the river while holding a piece of ship plank in his arms.

Later, he woke up on a river beach with this sword lying next to him.

He sat on the river beach in a daze, vaguely remembering that there seemed to be a person using this sword to block the plank of the boat that kept drifting downstream.

Therefore, it was this sword that saved his life. From then on, he never left his body with the sword.

With the help of a fisherman in Jianwei, he lived and cultivated there for three years. After regaining his strength, he returned to his hometown of Meizhou.

Liu Jiankuan heard what Jing Xin said about the man in the reeds, so he saluted the fisherman again and said: "It is clear that the law of heaven is clear. You saved Mr. Yang, and the Fuhu Sword saved you. Today, God must have eyes, and let him

You come and return this sword. This sword belongs to the general. Please leave it to me for safekeeping. When the general leaves the customs, it will be returned to its original owner."

The fisherman readily agreed and shed tears as he was deeply moved that he could complete such a sacred mission.

As the days passed, Yang Zhan and Fei Xiaojin still did not appear as Liu Jiankuan expected.

However, the lives of the Shu people are getting harder and harder day by day.

Liu Jiankuan swore that if Yang Zhan didn't show up for a day, he would not care about worldly affairs.

He stayed in the temple all day, and the broad river at the foot of the mountain seemed to be a barrier between him and the world. He could neither see nor hear the various tragedies that the people of Shu were experiencing.

When he had nothing to do, he would stand under the Zhennan tree and stare blankly at the river, as if Yang Zhan and Fei Xiaojin would follow the waves.

On this day, a large ship appeared on the river downstream, with spiritual flags floating on the sides and masts of the ship. Seeing the broadness, one could immediately recognize the king of Shu, Zhu Pingxi, who was standing alone on the bow.

His heart sank, and he had a premonition of something. He looked back and saw that the arrangements had been made, and went down the mountain with twenty Taoist priests with complete hands and feet to pick him up.

The ship docked, and Jian Kuan saluted the King of Shu from a distance. The King of Shu could not see it, but he felt it. He said in a deep voice: "Jian Kuan, there is no need to ask anything. Please hurry up and bring the coffin of your uncle to the shore."

Senior sister Ma Lanlan also came back together. She nodded to Jian Kuan and went to direct the Taoist priests to work.

The next day, Taoist priest Heguan buried the former abbot, and Dingzhen got his wish and was buried next to Ge Bao.

The three of them then sat down and talked about state affairs and domestic affairs.

The King of Shu said: "Uncle Master has passed away for some time. I originally wanted to park his coffin in Zhongfeng Temple for a few years and then send it back when the world is at peace. But I have heard a lot of things recently, so Junior Sister and I decided to come back now."

Jian Kuan smiled and said, "Did you hear that I regained my eyesight again?"

"It's not just this! Junior brother, do you know what our country of Shu has become?"

Liu Jiankuan wanted to say: "I don't know, and I don't want to know!"

But this man was someone he respected and loved, so he couldn't hurt his heart, so he listened to his answer silently.

"The land is thousands of miles away, and the people are in dire straits! Junior brother, how come the Shu country and the people of Shu, which we once tried our best to protect, have become like this? Things that only happened to Zhang Xianzhong's team in the past also happened to the Shu army.

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Li Tiaoxie, who guarded Jingyan, was originally a local bandit, and Yang Zhan promoted him to be the governor. When the general was there, he was still very well-behaved, but now he sends his soldiers to capture people everywhere and use them as military rations, which is called "human food"

Whenever he caught men and women, Li Tiaoxie always personally selected the young and fat ones and sent them to his kitchen, while the remaining thin ones were left to the soldiers to slaughter. After washing them, they were carefully cooked according to the method of cooking whole pigs and whole sheep.

Because humans eat so much flesh, they are nicknamed "Ten Thousand Tombs".

There is also Cao Xun, who has made western Sichuan a mess. His soldiers had no rations, so they looted everywhere. Not a single grain of beans, wheat, or sorghum was found. The Shu people were full of grass roots and bark. They were almost all dead. The roads were full of zombies.

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What’s even more horrifying is that I heard that he set up human flesh soup pots on traffic thoroughfares, selling men’s meat at seven yuan per catty and women’s meat at eight yuan per catty. The dead bones in the graves were also dug out, ground into powder and eaten. In the land of western Sichuan

There is a common lament that "it is better to encounter an evil tiger than to encounter Cao's tribe"."

A few years ago, if Liu Jiankuan heard about such evil things, he would never be able to sit still. But at this moment, he calmly reported: "Brother King of Shu, the people of Shu are destined to have such difficulties. None of us will survive.
Chapter completed!