"Girl, who are you?" Zhang Jian held the girl in yellow and her slender waist. Her soft hair was blown by the wind, and a faint scent of mugwort made people's hearts.

"Police Zhang Jian, right? Now stand up, don't move around." The girl's voice was soft and comfortable, but her words were soft inside and hard inside, which made people unable to refuse. Zhang Jian hugged her slender waist tightly and stood firmly. The girl stretched out her fingers to shoot a yellow light at the Bagua Mirror under her feet. After receiving the yellow light, the whole mirror made an "buzzing" sound excitedly. Its speed instantly accelerated, causing them to turn into a meteor and disappear into the sky.

The gossip mirror stopped on the side of the road that must pass to the city. The girl held the peach wood sword in the back and took Zhang Jian to the ground. At this time, a black Audi car was parked on the side of the road. Chu Xiao and Luo Yu heard the sound of breaking through the air and came out of the car. Seeing Zhang Jian returning intact, the two stepped forward and gave Zhang Jian a big hug.

"Good boy, I almost thought you were dead inside." Chu Xiao pounded Zhang Jian's chest and said with a look of gratitude.

"Don't worry, I didn't die here so easily." Although Zhang Jian looked ragged, he had no major problems with his body. His firm tone infected Chu Xiao, and Chu Xiao stood there and smiled foolishly.

"After you have some time to reminisce about the past, can you report the situation to us now? Especially Comrade Zhang, I really want to hear his personal experience." An old voice came from the car, and a monk over 100-year-old held a string of crystal jade beads in his hand and came out of the car behind Chu Xiao and the others.

Although the monk's face was covered with wrinkles, his clear eyes were as pure and natural as a newborn baby, which made people feel involuntarily. He held a golden bowl and wore a plain monk's robe with countless exquisite golden cloud patterns embroidered on his sleeves, and stood by the car waiting for Zhang Jian's answer.

"Master Yongjie, let Officer Zhang change his clothes first. It's really not elegant now." The girl in yellow took back the gossip mirror and saw that Zhang Jian had not had a few intact cloth to cover her body, so she asked Zhang Jian to go to the car to change into a clean dress first.

Master Yongjie picked up the clothes that Zhang Jian changed and put them in front of his nose and sniffed them. Then he said to the girl in yellow: "Mr. Huang Fang, what remains on the clothes is indeed the smell of a corpse ghost. The situation inside should not be very optimistic."

"The master is right. When I was saving Officer Zhang, I found three powerful corpse ghosts. They almost reached the limit of copper-armored corpses, and their bodies tended to turn into silver-armored corpses. If they could take the air, I would never take the risk of using flying magic weapons." Huang Fang's eyebrows slightly frowned, and a faint mist rose on her eyes, as if a clear spring was flowing in her eyes. She touched the blue and black scratches on the gossip mirror with some regret, and was still scared of the situation just now. She recognized Zhang Jian's ability. Zhang Jian was unbeaten in the powerful corpse group, and he was unchanged in his face when facing a group of corpses who could compete in the Qi training realm. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

While changing his clothes, Zhang Jian asked Chu Xiao about the situation of the two outside: "Old Chu, who are they?"

"The person directly under the Second Detachment of Jiangsu Nanjing Station is the leader. The master is said to be a monk from the ancient temple of Qixia, Jiangsu." Chu Xiao took out a yellow talisman from time to time and looked at the sky, not knowing what the hell was doing.

"Qixia Ancient Temple? I know there is a famous temple called Hanshan Temple in Jiangsu. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the bells hit the passenger ship in the middle of the night. Hanshan Temple, we learned it when we were in school." Zhang Jian threw the torn clothes in his hand into the box and came out of the car refreshingly.

"Qixia Temple is not small in the world of practice, and is not smaller than Hanshan Temple in terms of fame. The temple was built in the seventh year of Yongming in the Southern Qi Dynasty. Liang Senglang, a monk who was known as the first ancestor of the Sanlun Sect in Jiangnan, spread the teachings of the Sanlun Sect here. Later, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, built a relic pagoda in 83 prefectures, and he established a relic pagoda with the head of Qixia Temple in Jiangzhou. During the Tang Dynasty, Qixia Temple was also called Gongde Temple, and was also known as the four major jungles in the world, along with Lingyan Temple in Changqing, Shandong, Yuquan Temple in Dangyang City, Hubei, and Guoqing Temple in Tiantai, Zhejiang."

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Qixia Temple was protected as a key Han temple. Our special bureau allocated more than one-third of the funds allocated to Jiangsu Province every year by this group of monks. You said that its reputation is not very famous." Chu Xiao explained the details of Qixia Temple bit by bit.

"This is all the hard work of the brothers and sisters. They dare not be the first to rely on the power of the poor monks alone. Did the Chu Tutor say something aggressive to the monks in Qixia Temple?" The old monk folded his hands together and bowed to Chu Xiao, looking particularly calm.

"If there, the bureau hopes that we and the masters of Qixia Temple can support each other and take care of each other. How could I say such things?" Chu Xiao waved his hand quickly and said that he had no other intentions.

"It is my mercy to Master Chu who thinks this way. The monks of Qixia Temple have always firmly surrounded the banner of China, taking safeguarding national security as their mission, and guided the broad masses of believers to contribute their strength to the development of the cause of socialism with Chinese characteristics." The master spoke fluent official language, which made Zhang Jian stunned.

"Master and talent!" Zhang Jian put his hands together and bowed to his condolence.

"No, no, no, this is all due to the wise leadership of the Party." Master Yongjie took a two-step back and returned a humbly greeting.

"I said you don't waste time saying such numb words in the back of the carriage. It's important to do things now. Officer Zhang, will you tell us about the situation in the chemical factory?" Huang Fang's gentle voice came from behind Zhang Jian with a faint smell of mugwort, like a clear spring, which relieved Zhang Jian's somewhat tired spirit a lot.

Zhang Jian turned his head and almost hit Miss Huang Fang. Miss Huang Fang was angry at this time, with a pair of black-framed glasses on her high nose bridge, and a pink lip gloss on her delicate cherry lips looked particularly intellectual. She was wearing a tight Taoist robe with yellow background and white edges on her upper body, and a pair of slim teleactivity pants with black background and white edges on her lower body. Her intellectual posture was even more full of enthusiasm.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll talk about it now..." Zhang Jian made another problem when he saw the beautiful girl.

"It's okay, we can take it slowly. Officer Zhang, you say it, I'll remember it." Huang Fang felt the nervousness in Zhang Jian, so she smiled gently at Zhang Jian, and her tone was pleasant.

"Thank you." Zhang Jian slowly relaxed his mind as he smelled the faint mugwort fragrance. Even Zhang Jian himself did not realize that his mental power had been exhausted after he was free from the debris of time and space. Later, in order to protect Chu Xiao and the others from leaving him, his mind was in an extremely nervous state. So if it were not for the cooperation of Huang Fang's wormwood fragrance that she personally prepared, Zhang Jian's mind might have been confused.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!