Chapter 122: Awakening

Hongling Baizhi took Wang Fuqiang directly into the main hall of the Hanging Temple, and then placed Wang Fuqiang on a cushion, and a strong sect naturally followed him into the main hall.

After Hongling put down Wang Fuqiang, she stood up and said coldly to these powerful people in the sect: "Go out."

The strong men of each sect were shocked, but they could only withdraw from the main hall.

Hongling directly used her magical powers, closed all the doors and windows of the hall, and asked, "How is it?"

Bai Zhi kept staring at Wang Fuqiang and said, "Life is nothing serious. It seems that some energy is protecting him. This energy seems to have some connection with me, so I should be able to save him."

Hongling breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "I will give you the Dharma Protector."

Bai Zhi nodded, formed seals with her hands, and a vine continued to appear, and then spread along Wang Fuqiang's body. Then it directly merged into Wang Fuqiang's body and completely merged with the meridians in Wang Fuqiang's body. Under the influence of those lights, Wang Fuqiang's wounds were forcibly healed. Although it was very slow, it was indeed healing.

The vines continued to appear, and more and more. Soon the entire hall was occupied by vines, and some even rushed out of the hall, scattering branches and leaves, and crazily absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth and the sunshine outside.

Outside the hall, all the strong men from all major sects looked at the hall and frowned. No one left for a long time. Everyone was speculating and thinking.

Judging from Wang Fuqiang's injuries, even the Daluo Golden Immortal is probably unable to save it.

A sword penetrated through the heart. Not to mention that Wang Fuqiang was just a banished immortal, even a true immortal would definitely die.

As time continued, the strong men from various sects began to discuss and did not retreat until late at night.

The next day, the Hanging Temple was still running as usual, and some people went to the cliff to change defenses, but everyone's mood became very heavy. Everyone would take a look at the hall when they passed by.

Around the hall, the Great Elder of Yunling Sect led the disciples of Yunling Sect to guard them, and they stayed asleep.

The one who is in the heaviest mood should be the disciples of the Yunling Sect, because the person in the hall is their uncle of the master. Now that this uncle of the master is indecisive, the future of the entire Yunling Sect is in a daze.

On the day when Wang Fuqiang and others returned to the Hangkong Temple, the Great Elder asked the disciples in the sect to transmit the news back to Yunling Sect. No matter what, the real person in the sect had to tell the matter, otherwise, if any problem arises, Zhou Xian would not be able to bear it alone.

The relationship between this junior uncle is so big that it will directly affect the changes in the situation of the entire Jianqi Mountains and Rivers.

On the third day, the Hanging Temple still operated as usual, but some people have begun to discuss it privately.

Many people think that this uncle from Yunling Sect will not be able to survive this time.

In addition to discussing the life and death of this young master, we naturally have to discuss the subsequent changes in the situation, but these comments will basically be stopped by the elders in the sect.

Day 4, Day 5, Day 6...

Time flies very quickly, and ten days have passed in a blink of an eye.

For ten days, the main hall of Hanging Temple has not changed at all. It is still as on the first day, and it is sealed tightly. First, there is a strong man from Yunling Sect guarding it, and then the woman in red who is said to be a big monster.

In ten days, no news about the young master's uncle came out. No one knew whether he was dead or not.

Zhang Jianhu sat on a stool, with the long iron piece placed horizontally on his thighs. He lowered his head, a little worried.

No matter how seriously his master was injured, he was not worried because he knew that his master would never die, but this time, even he did not have such confidence.

Those people said that this time the master was injured by Ji Changhe and his sword penetrated his heart.

Such injuries are simply impossible to survive.

The little beggar who had already changed into a Confucian shirt walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Jianhu shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The little beggar said oh, sat down on the stone bench opposite him, kneading the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

After a long time, Zhang Jianhu raised his head and asked, "A Zi, do you think our master will die?"

The little beggar was stunned and then said, "It's your master, not my master."

Zhang Jianhu was stunned and frowned and said, "You are not hearing what your master said, otherwise you would be so sad."

The little beggar curled his lips and snorted coldly.

Zhang Jianhu sighed and continued, "If Master really has a big or small, what should we do?"

The little beggar was stunned.

Yes, what if that guy really dies?

She raised her head and looked at Zhang Jianhu with his head down in front of her.

She suddenly felt that this guy was also quite pitiful, even more pitiful than herself.

Although this guy has many fellow disciples, she could actually see that he did not seem to be favored in the Yunling Sect. If his master died, it would definitely be very miserable. If he didn't do it well, he would be driven down the mountain. At that time, he would have to beg like he did before.

I was lucky, but at least I didn't starve to death after meeting an old beggar. But if this guy went to the foot of the mountain, his temper would definitely be beaten to death even if he didn't starve to death.

Thinking of this, she seemed to want to be safe and said a few words from Zhang Jianhu, but she really couldn't comfort others, so she said, "Don't worry, that guy is very lucky and will definitely not die."

Zhang Jianhu raised his head, with a light in his eyes and asked, "How do you know?"

The little beggar was stunned and then said, "What the old beggar said, don't think that the old beggar is a beggar, he can still tell fortunes, but he can do it accurately."

Zhang Jianhu asked, "Really?"

The little beggar did not answer, and replied in a voice: "Really."

A woman came over and it was Wu Niang.

After sending Zhao Xueqing to Yunling Sect, Wu Niang closed the tavern and followed Wang Fuqiang to the Hanging Temple. She must have been worried that the strong men of the sects would notice something, so after she arrived at the Hanging Temple, she rarely came out to walk around.

Wu Niang walked over and sat next to them.

Both of them looked at her.

After sitting down, Wu Niang continued, "I can see the fate of some people, but I can't see the fate of your master, so he will definitely not die, at least he will not die now."

Zhang Jianhu frowned and said, "But they said that it is difficult for the master to survive by Ji Changhe's sword."

Wu Niang nodded and said, "If ordinary people suffer such injuries, it will be difficult for them to survive, but your master is not ordinary people."

The two were stunned.

Wu Niang continued, "He is a banished immortal."

The two were stunned.

After a while, Zhang Jianhu nodded and said, "Master must be fine, maybe it will be fine tomorrow."

Wu Niang smiled slightly.

Zhang Jianhu stood up and said, "I'll go practice swords, otherwise the master will wake up. If he knows that I haven't practiced well, he will definitely be angry."

After saying that, he walked out and really started practicing swordsmanship.

The little beggar frowned and said, "Can you be scared silly?"

She shook her head on her own.

If this is true, it would be even more pitiful.

Wu Niang looked at her and asked curiously: "Aren't you worried?"

The little beggar asked back, "Why should I worry?"

Wu Niang was stunned and speechless.

Time continued to pass quietly, and half a month passed quickly.

During this period, Zhang Jianhu always practices swords in the yard. When he is tired of practicing, he will stop, then look up at the direction of the hall. After looking for a long time, he will walk back to the stone bench and sit down, and start thinking.

He was really a little scared.

I didn't think it was before, but now I realized that once the master was in danger or left him like this, it was really unbearable for him.

Uncle Zhang has left, and the master can no longer be like Uncle Zhang.

The little beggar is carefree every day, eating and drinking, and she is still wandering around the Hanging Temple for no reason, but for some reason, she always passes through the main hall once every day, and always looks at the main hall every day, either laughing or frowning.

Of course, no one discovered these, and she would not make anyone discover them.

For some reason, the Hangkong Temple was extremely calm during this period. In the underworld, it was not as expected by the powerful people of major sects. It took this opportunity to launch an attack on the Hangkong Temple. Even the occasional situation of one or two monsters no longer occurred, just like when the formation was not destroyed before.

I heard that in the underworld, this young master uncle from the Yunling Sect confronted Ji Changhe, both of whom were seriously injured, both of whom were incurable.

So they couldn't help but guess, could the Changhe Immortal also have the same situation as Wang Fuqiang? Or was the Changhe Immortal really killed by this young master uncle of the Yunling Sect?

According to the Hangkong Temple, the abnormal movement in the underworld this time was due to Ji Changhe. If Ji Changhe really died, wouldn’t it mean that the situation in the underworld had been resolved?

Now that the underworld has not done anything, does it mean that Ji Changhe is really likely to die?

But they still felt it was a bit hard to believe. After all, Ji Changhe was too difficult to erase for the monks of these sects. The six hundred years of rule have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of every monk on the sword energy mountains and rivers.

Because there was no abnormal movement in the underworld, the Hangkong Temple began to become a little lazy. Every time the sects were guarding, the sects would always be a little late, and conflicts began to occur between the sects. If it weren't for the Hangkong Temple, they would have really fought directly.

Moreover, as time continues, this contradiction will become increasingly greater and may really break out completely in the end.

Of course, as long as there is no news of the death of the young master, he should not be able to fight.

Therefore, while the strong men of various sects were doing things that they seemed meaningless every day, they inevitably went to the main hall of the Hanging Temple.

For a whole month, in addition to daily wheel guards, Yunling Gate also had to guard the hall and prevent anyone from approaching. The entire hall was closed for a month, and it was covered with spider webs and weeds everywhere, especially the vines that grew from the hall, which almost entangled the entire hall.

On this day, several Tai Chi disciples were talking about some remote place, saying that the young master of the Yunling Sect must be dead this time. It has been a month since then, and there has been no movement. The reason why the Yunling Sect has not made any public is that they are afraid that after the news of the master's death will affect the current status of the Yunling Sect in the sword energy mountains and rivers.

It is really hard not to believe it.
To be continued...