Xuanxia

Chapter 206 Breakup
Two days later, Fanyin Temple.

In the early morning, Fu Qingzhou ran wildly in the temple with a panicked look on his face, holding a blood-stained, half-burned letter in his hand.

Many people saw him along the way and wanted to call him out in surprise, but he ignored them all and just continued running.

He rushed into the courtyard of Fa Nu so suddenly that he finally stopped.

"Brother!"

He growled, "Something happened!"

The hurried footsteps sounded and stopped. The door of the hut where Fanu lived opened and his dark and thin face appeared. "What's wrong?"

"That postman..." Fu Qingzhou said in a low voice, holding the letter paper.

"and many more!"

When Fa Nu saw the blood-stained and half-burnt letter, his expression changed and he interrupted him: "Come in and tell me!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded vigorously and went into the house.

He sat down impatiently, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all, then said in a trembling voice: "The postman is dead!"

In the post stations of this world, even ordinary people can ask the post station to help send letters as long as they pay - and the ones who are responsible for climbing mountains and wading through water and delivering letters over thousands of miles are of course the postmen.

Of course, this does not mean that the same postman is responsible for everything from receiving the letter to traveling thousands of miles to delivering the letter to the recipient. There will of course be division of labor.

But in most cases, the post station responsible for receiving letters also needs to run a distance with the letters. For example, there are forty letters in this post station today, ten to the east, ten to the west, ten to the north, and ten to the south...

Then the people in the post station would be responsible for delivering the letters to the nearby large towns for sorting.

This naturally includes the person who received the letter.

"And that postman..."

Fu Qingzhou's face looked very ugly: "He's dead."

Fa Nu's pupils trembled violently, and his expression became even uglier: "What on earth is going on!"

"After the letter was sent out two days ago, I asked the fellow apprentice who was in charge of purchasing to go to the post station every day to ask if anyone had received the letter."

Fu Qingzhou whispered, "I urged him to send it even though it hadn't been sent yet. As a result...it's only been two days and I received news that the man had died."

"It is said that he actually died two days ago, the day we sent the letter. He died of illness in his own home. He coughed up blood all over his body and the ground. He didn't take any of the letters that were supposed to be sent with him... and most of them were burned by the overturned candle flame."

"The man lived alone. The other postmen saw that he had not been at work for several days, so they went to his house at noon today to look for him, and only then did they find that he was dead."

"As for this letter..."

He glanced at the letter on the table: "Our people helped to find it from a pile of bloodstained and burned letters."

Fanu's face was pale, his eyes were bulging, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

"Brother...it's obvious that someone wants..."

Fu Qingzhou asked carefully: "What should we do?"

"You don't have to be so secretive!" Fa Nu slammed the table heavily. "Someone doesn't want us to know about this! If you weren't careful enough and sent people to inquire every day, we probably wouldn't know where the letter went even after a few months!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly: "In fact, it's the same even if it's burned... Anyway, this letter can't be sent."

Fa Nu blew out two streams of air from his nostrils, and veins on his forehead were already popping.

Before he could say anything, footsteps were heard outside the house again.

"Brother Fa Nu?"

The two monks walking out of the window were clearly Fa Ming and Fa Chan.

They walked straight into the house, their faces full of confusion and nervousness: "What's the matter? You, little brother Zhou Qing, have come all the way here. Did you get a reply to the letter you sent?"

"Go back!" Fa laughed angrily, looking at Fu Qingzhou and said, "I think you should be grateful that you didn't get killed to silence me!"

"Don't say such angry words." Fa Ming frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"Brother, let me tell you..."

Fu Qingzhou sighed: "That's it..."

Soon, he repeated what he had just said to Fanu. Sure enough, the two monks' faces tightened after hearing it, and they both thought of something.

"How can this be?"

Fachan murmured, "Master and the others have been in retreat..."

"So what if they are in seclusion?" Fa Ming sneered, "Do you know how they contacted the Jinchan Temple? Do you know how they got the information from the outside world? You don't know anything, so how can you be sure that no one helped them kill people?"

"Is there any need to think about it?"

Fa Nu also sneered: "I want to investigate the murder in my family ten years ago. What are they afraid of? Isn't this a guilty conscience? It seems that Fa Jing is right. We have all been fooled!"

Fu Qingzhou stood silently by, acting like a nobody who didn't dare to speak.

But Fachan noticed him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Zhou Qing, I'm sorry..."

Fu Qingzhou was startled.

"what you do?!"

Fa angrily slammed the table and glared at him: "He has been helping us in this matter, and you want to kill him to silence him?!"

"What the hell? Am I sick? Who killed you?" Fachan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He knows too much. I want to erase his memory!"

Fu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and agreed, "Yes, Senior Brother Fanu, this matter... I am really not suitable to participate in it. How about letting Senior Brother Fachan erase my memory?"

"no!"

Fa Nu rejected it immediately: "You can't erase it!"

He stood up by the table and whispered, "Brother Faming, you don't think that we three can seize the Fanyin Temple, do you?"

"Then you rely on him?"

Fachan laughed and pointed at Fu Qingzhou and said, "Master, with just one look, he can strangle me to death!"

"I think what Junior Brother Fanu said makes sense." Fa Ming said in a deep voice, "Not every Junior Brother in this temple is willing to be of one mind with you and me. Once we rebel in the temple, every person and every knife may become the opportunity for our failure, and at the same time, it may also be the opportunity for our success."

"We can't act on impulse, but need to think long-term... The more people we have, the better our chances of success."

He walked up to Fu Qingzhou, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately: "Junior Brother Zhou Qing, you can also help me think about how we should do things these days."

"If you succeed in this, you will be the fourth person below us in the new Fanyin Temple in the future!"

Fu Qingzhou showed an excited expression. He first bowed his hands, then realized that something was wrong and changed to a salute with his palms together: "I understand, Senior Brother! Don't worry, I, Zhou Qing, can be where I am today, thanks to Senior Brother Fanu's support. Now that we are facing this great event, I will definitely help Senior Brother Fanu to avenge this great hatred!"

Fanu and the other three all showed satisfied expressions and nodded slightly.

"In that case..."

Fa Ming said: "Let's talk about the next plan."

The three monks sat around the table. Fachan waved his sleeves and an invisible force enveloped the courtyard, meaning that no one could detect what was going on in the courtyard anymore.

Fu Qingzhou did not sit down, but "consciously" acted as a lackey, pouring tea and water for the three monks.

From then on, the three most accomplished disciples of the Fa generation in the Fanyin Temple...formally broke with their master and uncles.

(It’s my birthday today, I’ll update one more chapter later, and I wish you all a Merry Christmas, hehe)

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