Chapter 201: People who don’t do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.
Watching Murong Canghai and Bai Zizai disappear inside the gate of Hou Mansion, Hou Chunhua elbowed Gu Fengxiao and asked.
"How to do it? Do you have an idea whether to advance or withdraw?"
During this period, whenever Rong Fei was away, all the arresters assumed Gu Fengxiao's leadership position.
"Send Miss Murong to Xuanwu Hutong first, and then return to the Yamen to wait for news."
After pondering for a moment, Gu Fengxiao said in a commanding tone.
"What about you?"
Li Jun heard the implication of Gu Fengxiao's words and asked with wide eyes.
"I'll take a look again."
Gu Fengxiao said vaguely.
"Then I'll take another look."
Li Jun followed his plan.
"Li Heng and Zi Qi will take their brothers to see them off. The three of us will stay here and take a look."
Hou Chunhua rolled his eyes and ordered arrogantly. Then seeing the two brothers of the Yu family about to open their mouths to object, he immediately slapped Yu Liheng on the forehead, knocking back his unspoken words.
"Hey, Lao Hou, I can't speak well. You are still young. There will be many opportunities to perform meritorious service in the future. Lao Hou, I am already old. I won't succeed this time."
"stop fighting!"
Gu Fengxiao suddenly shouted.
"Don't want to see your daughter get married? Without the support of your father, what if she gets bullied by her husband's family after she gets married?"
Hou Chunhua's eyes couldn't help but become a little loose after hearing this.
"Didn't you say that you would marry Xiaocui in a few days? She is pregnant. It doesn't matter if you die. What do you want her to do? Kill two people?"
Gu Fengxiao turned around and scolded Li Jun again.
"Gu Tou, there are two corpses and three lives."
Yu Ziqi on the side corrected him kindly.
"go away!"
Gu Fengxiao kicked Yu Ziqi into a rolling gourd.
"Everyone in my family is dead, and I am the only one left with nothing to worry about. It is best to stay here. No one needs to argue with me, just go back and stay there."
Our Jixian Division has finally made some progress now. If we stay here tonight, all Rongtou's hard work will be in vain.
If Rongtou and I are really unlucky enough to die here, Ji Xiansi will have to rely on you to support us in the future. Just remember to burn more paper money and ingots on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Rongtou and I will be here to help you make a fortune."
After that, he no longer gave the other prisoners a chance to interrupt, and kicked them all away.
Just as Gu Fengxiao said, Hou Chunhua, Li Jun and others all have their own concerns. Being here now is to the best of their ability. There is a certain death situation ahead, so there is no need to waste their lives.
The twelve people took the immobilized Murong Qiushui, turned back three times at a step, and slowly disappeared into the night.
Gu Fengxiao took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the gate of the Hou Mansion.
"Brother, wait a minute."
When Gu Fengxiao heard this, he paused and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, a middle-aged scholar wearing a green shirt, with three long beards under his chin, and a fair face walked forward, saluted Gu Fengxiao's armrest and smiled.
"A great future is unexpected. Brother Gu, please think twice."
The person who came was none other than Wailang Lu Zhizhi, a member of the Qing Li Department of the Ministry of Rites.
Seeing Lu Zhizhi, anger welled up in Gu Fengxiao's eyes. He rushed forward, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted in a low voice.
"You only said that you would drive Rongtou out of Kyoto before, but now you want to take his life."
Lu Zhidao shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Whether you chase or kill, it's all the adults' wishes. Just like you, I'm just a chess piece and can't affect the direction of the chess game."
Gu Fengxiao had already guessed that there must be a bigger force behind Lu Zhizhi. He only regretted that he had gone astray and fell into the hands of Lu Zhizhi, thus becoming a pawn at the mercy of others, causing Rong Fei to fall into this situation.
Danger.
Lu Zhidao saw the hesitation in Gu Fengxiao's eyes and knew that his words had an effect, so he smiled
He opened the hand that was holding his clothes, patted Gu Fengxiao on the shoulder and said sincerely.
"No one is born to master the chess game. They all start with chess pieces that are at the mercy of others. After accumulating step by step, they can jump out of that small world in one fell swoop. Now is a great opportunity in front of you, Brother Gu.
The talents of Jixian Division are withering, and Rong Fei will die tonight. Brother Gu, your talent is the only one. You only need to endure for a few more years. After Yu Qingzhi breaks through and explodes and dies, you will take over as the chief arrester and take charge of the Five Ultimate Formation.
He is now qualified to play chess.
This was originally the original plan of you and me. It was only because of Rong Fei's interference that many incidents happened. Now we are finally back on track. Brother Gu, we must put the overall situation first."
"But…"
"It's nothing. As I just said, Rong Fei's death is a foregone conclusion. Even if you go in now, you can't change anything. On the contrary, your life is in vain. Haha, I have prepared wine and food at home, and I will
It is the right way to go back together, have a drink and discuss future plans."
Lu Zhizhi stepped forward and grabbed Gu Fengxiao's arm, pulling him away without giving him a chance to hesitate.
The sound of exciting fighting came from the depths of the Hou Mansion. Gu Fengxiao turned his head to take a look and let out a sigh.
Rongtou...I'm sorry!
After all, if you don't do anything for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth.
The longevity of monks will be extended with the improvement of their cultivation. The temples like Qiankun Temple and Jiange have been passed down for thousands of years and have collected almost most of the talents in the world. The holy land of genius cultivation has monks who have lived for two to three hundred years.
It can be seen that old monsters aged four to five hundred years are not uncommon, not to mention there are many land gods in the Venerable Realm whose life span is nearly a thousand years old.
The original intention of everyone's practice must be to ascend to immortality, live as long as heaven and earth, and be immortal. But after all, there are only a dozen or so people who have been able to truly transcend the physical body for thousands of years, and since the gods ascended eight hundred years ago,
The gate of heaven has never been opened again.
Therefore, some monks who have been stuck at important junctures for decades and still haven't seen the slightest breakthrough for hundreds of years have given up on their thoughts of ascending to immortality and began to face reality. They are obsessed with enjoying the power, wealth and family inheritance in the world.
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For example, the Murong family of Qiankun Temple is a family that has been practicing cultivation for thousands of years. However, in the past hundred years, the Murong family has become increasingly thin. When Murong Yun, the father of the Murong Canghai brothers and sisters, succeeded as the head of the family, the entire family only had Murong.
Four people remain.
Murong Yun disappeared mysteriously a few years ago, and Murong Canghai and Murong Qiushui were still young. Although the saint Murong Qing worked hard to support them, the Murong family still inevitably declined.
As Murong Canghai said to Rong Fei, spiritual practice is ultimately about the word "struggle".
Fight with heaven, fight with earth, and fight with people.
There are only so many cultivation resources in the sect. If there are more people fighting for it, less will be shared among others. If there is less one person fighting for it, everyone will be able to share more.
And the share of spiritual practice occupied by a large family like the Murong family that has been passed down for thousands of years is not a small amount.
As a result, the cliche plot of beating up the drowned dog was inevitably staged.
Murong Canghai's world-wide travels and Murong Qiushui's identity as a saint just changed the name of exile into a nicer word.
Get out of here quickly, don't hinder everyone from grabbing the benefits here.
Murong Canghai knew it well, but he was helpless.
The ancient ruins of Linzhou that will soon appear in the world are his last chance to revive the Murong clan.
But if you want to gain something from the Linzhou ruins, Rong Fei, who has understood the pseudo-magical power, is indispensable.
Therefore, Rong Fei cannot die tonight!
At least until he obtains the artifact from the ancient ruins, Rong Fei cannot die.