As a superior, Cai Jing would naturally tell him, but he would not want to say that when he asked his subordinates, he would be too frowning!

Sure enough, Cai Jing smiled and said the reason, and seemed very energetic: "Last time, Zhao Tingzhi's incompetent son Zhao Mingcheng was jealous with the immortal master from Lanzhou, and even used some means. Now that the immortal master has revealed his means, Zhao Tingzhi has a headache!"

Lin Rong disagreed: "It's just a Taoist priest. What methods can he do? If he doesn't succeed, he dares to kill the official and rebel?"

Cai Jing knew the temper of his fellow villager and kept his distance from the monks and Taoists. He couldn't help but smile and said, "This time it's different. The magical power of this immortal master is extraordinary. When he was preaching, the gods in the heavens fell, and the sky was filled with treasure light, which shot directly dozens of miles away..."

"What?" Lin Rong was the first to believe this absurd thing. If Cai Jing hadn't said it in person, he would have sneered it long ago.

Cai Jing is different. He has always admired Buddhism and respected Taoism. In fact, he originally believed in Buddhism. It is said that when the fire in Kaibao Temple was in trouble, Cai Jing once saw Arhats appear to put out the fire. When he was demoted to Hangzhou as an official, he often had contacts with those Buddhist monks. However, now the official family believes in Taoism. In order to keep the same as the official family, the Xianggong Cai changed his faith and became a Taoist!

"Yan Zhen doesn't believe it. Tens of thousands of people saw it with their own eyes that day. There were five or six couriers who reported the message to me!" Cai Jing said gloatingly: "I have received the news, and Zhao Xianggong naturally has also received the news. I'm afraid he is having a headache about how to deal with the Immortal Master Wen!"

"Bang..." This was the third vase that Zhao Mingcheng smashed. He walked around the house like a trapped beast in a cage. Suddenly, he opened the door and was about to go out, but was stopped by a large and thick servant: "Yanei, my husband has given him the order. You are not allowed to step out of the room!"

Zhao Mingcheng's face turned red: "I'm going to see my father, why are you stopping me? I don't believe that the demonic path is of great significance!"

The servant whispered: "Yanei is silent, don't let my husband hear it. My husband is now discussing matters in the study..."

Zhao Mingcheng said suspiciously: "For my business? Dad is really. As a prime minister, he is just dealing with a demon. Why bother to think too much and just send someone to arrest him in prison!"

The servant smiled bitterly and didn't dare to answer again. The yamen in his family is really a stake. If things really are so simple, then my husband won't have to worry so much. It's already the first time, and he is still discussing countermeasures with others.

Zhao Mingcheng shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way, I want to see the Li family's little lady!"

The family members blocked the door with big and thick words: "My husband has given instructions, and I won't let you see the little lady of the Li family."

Zhao Mingcheng shouted: "Get out of the way! Believe it or not, I will deal with you in the future!"

The clerk had to retreat helplessly. Zhao Mingcheng then left the door and came all the way to the backyard of the prime minister's mansion. This was a very remote and somewhat shabby yard. Zhao Mingcheng rushed in and saw Li Qingzhao frowning, and fed his father Li Gefei. He couldn't help but call out: "Little lady..."

Li Qingzhao put down the medicine bowl, and most of the dark medicine soup inside was left. But the old and weak Li Gefei had already fallen asleep. She walked out the door and said with a cold face: "What are you here to do?"

Zhao Mingcheng was a little embarrassed: "My little lady, it's not my intentional slowdown on you. It's just my father..."

Li Qingzhao said angrily: "I know your father is the prime minister and looks down on our Yuanyou Party members. Although our Li family does not have any wealth and power, they don't want to be complacent. At worst, my father and I will move out by ourselves!"

Zhao Mingcheng saw that the decorations in this room were very simple and rough, not much better than the rooms of ordinary servants in his family, so he was indecisive and said unscrupulously: "Now you are letting you move out, wouldn't it make people underestimate our Zhao family and think that our Zhao family is afraid of that demonic way!"

Li Qingzhao heard this and bit her teeth, turned around and left, and closed the door with a thud.

Zhao Mingcheng was inexplicably surprised. Thinking that Li Qingzhao brought so much trouble to their family. Now that the conditions are a little simpler, he made him look up. If he gets married in the future, wouldn’t he be a shrew? He couldn’t help but feel a little regretful.

Those who control the political situation of the court have a clear ear and a very well-informed message. Such a big thing happened in Luoyang, you can get the news overnight. Others will get the news much slower. It’s just that the news has not spread yet. It will take a while to ferment slowly.

Starting from the beginning, Wen Fei was still in the venue, and soon left the matter of the Yellow Turban Strongman behind him, but was full of worries. Will this continue to make the Ghost Emperor's Dharma image burst?

Wen Fei pinched the Ghost Emperor's Skill and recited the Ghost Emperor's Curse. Suddenly, the Ghost Emperor's Dharma Image corresponded like this, turning into a stream of light and flying back into Wen Fei's sea of ​​consciousness.

But this was the case. When Wen Fei took back the magic image of the Ghost Emperor, the white air that gathered like a canopy came over and came over like a lacquer. This time the scene was even much more powerful than when he was shocking the Thirty-Six Qiang people by the Yellow River.

In fact, those who listen to Wen Fei’s preaching today were all the leaders of the Qiang tribe, and since that time they were on the edge of the Yellow River, they have always been devout believers of Wen Fei.

However, in the past faith, the most mixed with fear was fear, fear, and awe. It was awe of Wen Fei's powerful power like a demon or a god. But today is different. Today's preaching is a direct hit to the heart, making them feel moved from the deepest part of their hearts.

And this power of incense faith is obviously stronger, brighter and purer than what is produced by awe.

And now such a huge incense power is surging towards Wen Fei. Wen Fei is not the ignorant and fearless novice on the edge of the Yellow River last time. His face changed color and he knew that he had done stupid things. He cannot be called a god in this world. People have limits of fate, so they can slowly cultivate and water them, and step by step break through the limitations of their original fate. However, they cannot help them grow. Gods are the most noble, and a mortal destiny will definitely not be able to bear it. The result can only be backfired by luck and end up in a tragic way.

Or he could abandon his body and become a god with his soul that had not left his body for a long time. However, he didn't want to leave this step. In short, his body could not bear the power of incense...

Fortunately, at this time, another ripples appeared around Wen Fei. The power of the crazy incense of faith was absorbed by the jade pendant. This made Wen Fei breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!