After all, they are all sect monks. It would be impossible to say that after so many years, there would be no feelings. What's more, Qinzhou, which was born and raised here, would become a scorched earth. How could it not be sad?

"It's more than that!"

Fuchang hesitated for a moment and said, "The situation in our Faxiang School is not very good."

"Um?"

Zhang Fan's expression became solemn in vain.

"Ten days ago, outsiders drove a huge number of ghosts to surround the Dharma Image and send them."

"The fierce battle has been here until now!"

"Okay?"

Zhang Fan slapped the table and said in horror: "Why don't I know about this?"

As soon as he said that, he realized that ten days ago, he was still in the Fire Spirit Land. In the past few days, he had been wandering around the border of Qinzhou. Moreover, whether it was the outbreak of ten Yin lands or the surrounding of the Dharma Xiang Sect, they were covered up by both sides in tacit understanding, and no news had ever been heard.

Even the monks who fled outside were just judged through clues, not because there was any conclusive news.

Fuchang is different here. As the shopkeeper here, he is responsible for foreign affairs of a banknote. How could he have no means to contact the sect? The information he received is the most accurate.

Throughout history, in the past and present, the superiors have handled such matters in a normal way. If they cover up, they can only be made public when they are absolutely necessary. By that time, things are often irreversible.

Zhang Fan sat back on the chair with a bitter face.

He was not worried about the Faxiang Sect. How could a sect be able to pass on for tens of thousands of years without emergency measures? The current situation is actually not much different from other people. At most, it is just that they don’t know the detailed origin of the other party.

I don’t know how many times the Faxiang School has experienced such a thing over the past countless years, and there is no possibility of being easily defeated.

What really scared him was the market under the mountain gate of Faxiangzong. If the city gate caught fire, how could it not affect the fish in the pond? How could it be that the nest was destroyed?

A terrifying possibility appeared in his mind irresistibly.

"grandfather…"

In a moaning tone, Zhang Fan's grandfather was in the market at this time, driven by countless human monks, and thousands of ghosts were besieging him,

My heart was like a mess. Zhang Fan sat down for a while, and his mind was blank.

"Junior Brother Zhang? Junior Brother Zhang?"

"Um?"

"What's the matter with Brother Fu?"

Zhang Fan was lost for a moment and didn't hear anything Fuchang said.

"I'm asking, why did my junior brother come to the Binhai Market at this time?"

"I"

Zhang Fan was speechless. He couldn't say that he was reminded by Zhilan Tiannv, and the abnormality noticed in Shutong's cave. He was uneasy and wanted to arrange a retreat through Fuchang first, and be ready to take his grandfather away from the right and wrong place at any time, right?

However, things happened so suddenly that it was too late to say anything now.

Zhang Fan suddenly grew tall and suddenly rose up, turning around and walking out the door.

"Grandpa, wait for me!"
Chapter completed!