Desperate Night.

Chapter 360 360 Outbreak

After the division of combat power was completed, the Mutual Aid Alliance established a points incentive mechanism, which distributed points according to the merits at regular intervals.

In this way, in just over an hour, the real foundation of the Mutual Aid Alliance was laid here, in this small room of the Taoist temple.

"In order to have a leader to lead the charge at critical moments, the alliance must also establish role models. This is the leading general in battle. It is not an administrative position like the deputy leader." Qing Huang said again.

"That makes sense." Yu Hong nodded, "Then do you have any suitable candidates?"

"Not now." Qing Huang smiled, "Alliance leader can take a look at the list. The Taoist Jinxiao Temple Master Mo is seriously injured right now. You said that we can use the power of spiritual light to get him to join us."

"Will this work?" Yu Hong's eyes lit up. This was an idea. He would specifically look for old people who were originally very powerful but are now weak, and use their spiritual light to strengthen and increase their strength.

The advantage of this is that the inspiration gives them a second spring, and gives them the possibility and hope to start over. Such people will have a very high degree of recognition of the mutual aid alliance.

"Of course you can. Now the people in Jinxiao Temple have begun to fight for the position of the temple master. They are fighting openly and secretly, and the pigs' brains are about to come out." Qinghuang said with a smile.

Yu Hong nodded.

He looked down at the list. The list given by Qing Huang clearly recorded the Taoist priests of the same level or even higher level as him. Of course, they were only the ones he remembered and had heard of. There were only thirteen people in total.

There are only three people in Buddhism.

The Seven Evil Alliance consists of eight people.

One official.

Two people from the folk.

All in all, it is clear that this Yasong warlock is a top master.

Including the part that Qing Huang doesn’t know, there are probably only twenty or thirty people in total.

"How about I leave this matter to you to handle?" Yu Hong looked at Qing Huang.

"It's not convenient for me to contact the Dao meridians, and the precautions are very strict." Qing Huang shook his head, "Other places are OK."

"Then leave the Dao vein to me." Taoist Yu Hen said decisively.

He had been listening in before, and now he took the initiative to come forward.

Today, Qingchen Temple has almost merged with the Mutual Aid Alliance.

The stronger the mutual aid alliance is, the stronger everyone's spiritual power will be, and the more experts there will be. This is a snowball trend.

He couldn't help but want to contribute.

"Uncle-master, speaking of which, can you get in touch with the elders in the Taoist lineage, those masters who were injured and retired in the past?" Yu Hong asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Hehe, do you think that I, your uncle, have been just eating, drinking and having fun all these years?" Yu Hen smiled confidently, pinching his beard.

"I can't guarantee anything else, but I'm sure you'll be good brothers and sisters hanging out together. Hey, have you heard of the Yasong Senior Activities Association?"

He lowered his voice.

"I am not a talented person, but I am one of the directors of the association. The masters at the peak of their powers will definitely not look down on me, but among my old friends, many of them were once strong men, but now they are sick and have no choice but to enjoy life."

Suddenly his expression became serious.

“But Zhengrou, are you really sure that the spiritual light secret technique can restore their bodies? Don’t give them hope and then let them despair, otherwise they might become enemies! You have to think it through!”

"I'm sure of that!" Yu Hong nodded.

No one knows the effect of spiritual light better than him. Even if a limb is broken, as long as the interval is not too long, it can be forcibly reconnected with the help of spiritual light, just like the original one.

"You promise!?" Yu Hen asked again.

"I absolutely guarantee it!" Yu Hong said seriously.

"Okay! I can contact top masters who may need spiritual light. There are three retired masters of the Nine Sects from the previous generation!"

hiss.!!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present felt their scalps tingle and the way they looked at Taoist Master Yu Hen was different.

With this kind of connections, no wonder he was able to save the father and daughter of Zihe Palace. Now look, it turns out that it wasn't luck at all.
“Hey, although I am just an errand boy in their eyes, I can at least pass on the message. Besides, if the spiritual light effect is strong enough, the one who needs it the most is actually Senior Quan He, the Supreme Abbot of Dayunluo Temple!” Yu Hen’s expression became solemn, as if mentioning this man’s name also made him naturally show a bit of respect.

"Wait!" Everyone else was fine, but Qing Huang, Yu Mo and a bunch of other veteran Taoists' expressions changed drastically again.

Qing Huang licked his lips and stared at Taoist Yu Hen with burning eyes.

"Brother Yuhen, the Quan He you are talking about is the previous master of Dayunluo Temple, one of the Nine Sects, Quanhe Zhenjun!?"

When talking about this person, even a master of his level actually had a slightly trembling voice, as if he was suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

"Yes, it was the same Master Quan He from ninety years ago." Yu Hen nodded seriously. "She is now one hundred and forty-two years old and could die at any time. People outside thought she had already passed away, but only we old people know that Senior Quan He was seriously injured in the turmoil back then and later practiced the Mianhe technique. More than twenty years ago, she combined technology to use a life support system to maintain her life."

"." As soon as these words came out, everyone present was startled.

"Judging from the name, this person must be very strong, but the problem is that he is so old. Even if Lingguang restores his physical condition, how much strength will he have left?" Zhengying said in a deep voice.

"You don't even know the reputation of Master Quan He. I grew up hearing about this name. Let me put it this way." Qing Huang smiled, "Master Zuo and Master Xu are the two strongest people in the Dao lineage now, but they can't suppress the entire era with their own strength. Those who oppose them are Long Qingzi and the Seven Evils."

After a pause, he continued.

“In the era of Zhenjun Quanhe, all the Heavenly Masters of the Two Heavenly Master Mansions were suppressed by her. Of course, because the two Heavenly Masters at that time were not compared with the two contemporary Heavenly Masters now, and we don’t know who is stronger, I dare not guarantee that Zhenjun Quanhe is definitely stronger than Heavenly Master Zuo and others. But no matter what, they are all top-notch masters of the same level!” “How is it? Can Lingguang restore her!?” Yu Hen looked at Yu Hong with a burning gaze.

"How about giving it a try?" Yu Hong didn't dare to guarantee it. At such an old age, even if the spiritual light could prolong his life, he had never tried it to see what the specific effect would be.

"I'll make the arrangements! Now that Zhenjun Quanhe has left, her family members are often in coma and have long lost their value. Dayunluo Temple only occasionally sends people to visit, and they are all nostalgic old people. Therefore, the expenses of maintaining the life support system and taking care of it are all done by our association."

Yuhen spoke out.

"And I handle a lot of the association's affairs."

After hearing this, Yu Mo and other old Taoist priests all gave him a thumbs up with admiration on their faces.

This network of people is about to break through the sky.
Upon seeing this, the three old men from Yushan were finally convinced.

With such connections, it's no wonder they couldn't compete with Yuhen back then.
If Yu Hen had been a little more ruthless back then, the three of them would not have been able to leave Taizhou.

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Three days later.

The situation in Taizhou became relatively stable, and the suppression at Yuling Station quickly restored normal order in the entire city.

Similar unrest also occurred in several other surrounding cities. Because there was no suppression force like Yuling Station and Qingchen Temple, the unrest gradually began to become a daily occurrence.

The government has continuously issued notices asking people to reduce going out at night and has increased police force to maintain social order on a large scale.

But despite the government's best efforts, order is still slowly sliding towards the abyss.
As the mental fluctuation value in the air becomes higher and higher, more and more grievance cases occur in the city.

And at this time.

Yu Hong and his group, led by Yu Hen, have left Taizhou and arrived at the Qian'an sanatorium where Quan He Zhenjun was recuperating by road.

hiss.

In the spacious and clean basement level of the sanatorium, Yu Hen brought Yu Hong and followed the nurse Xiao Fang in front of them, walking along the clean white passage.

The corridor is warm and comfortable, with temperature and humidity monitors installed at regular intervals. The walls and floors are also made of sound-absorbing materials to prevent noise.

The three of them passed through layers of temperature-insulated doors and came to a separate circular hall on the second underground floor.

The hall was gray and white, with red slogans on the walls. In the corners were piled a lot of empty gift boxes.

"This is it. In addition to Senior Quan He, there are two others who are also using life support systems to stay alive. They were all big shots in the past. What a pity."

Yu Hen sighed and continued.

"It's a pity that their inheritance has been almost divided up. If they were left here, they would probably be forgotten."

Yu Hong didn't say anything, but frowned.

As soon as he came in here, he vaguely felt an invisible sense of oppression, similar to the oppression he felt before the spiritual disaster broke out, filling every corner here.

He and Yu Hen followed the nurse and soon walked to an iron door on the far right.

"This is it. Ms. Quan He is not awake yet. You can visit her through the visiting window, but you cannot go in." The nurse gave the responsible instructions.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll ring the bell to call you when I'm ready. Thanks, Xiaofang." Yu Hen reached out and gently squeezed the nurse's hand and gave a look.

The nurse licked his lips ambiguously, turned around and left alone.

Yu Hong on the side: "."

Coming to his senses, he walked to the iron gate, opened the peephole above, and looked inside.

Inside, in a rectangular white coffin-like box, lay a skinny old man with white hair.

The old man was wearing a breathing valve on his face, and various monitoring instruments nearby were constantly displaying various wave patterns.

"I can feel an invisible spiritual fluctuation." Yu Hong whispered.

"Why can't I feel anything?" Yu Hen frowned and looked around to make sure that he really couldn't feel anything.

"Uncle Master, people only react to things they can see." Yu Hong explained tactfully.

The double meaning of this sentence is somewhat obscure.

"Hehe." Yu Hen glared at him and immediately went forward and knocked on the iron door.

Clang clang clang.

"Senior, it's Yu Hen, I'm here to see you!" he said loudly.

"It's Xiao Henzi." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded naturally in their heads.

"!?" Yu Hong opened his eyes and instantly looked up at Quan He in the ward.

I saw that Zhenjun Quanhe, who had his eyes closed just now, had now opened them.

A pair of deep, dark eyes stared at this side.

(End of this chapter)