Pang Junchen's suggestion received no response. Zhang Guanzhu tapped the back of his finger on the table, his eyes rolled up, and he looked like he was wandering.
Zhang Mi received two instructions from the state palace in these seven days.
The first time was on the second day after the incident occurred. At that time, the state palace gave only four words of instructions: deal with it seriously!
He thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't understand what Zhou Gong meant. For the sake of prudence, he simply downplayed the matter and put it off for a while to see which way the wind was blowing.
As a result, yesterday, he received instructions from the state palace again. This time it was a stern reprimand, asking him why the matter had not come to an end after several days. He was procrastinating as long as he wanted!
He suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
And along with this reprimand came a young man.
This person's surname is Fang Mo, and he is Fang Hong's elder brother. He is a member of the Fang family in Zifu, Jingyuan County, and has a fourth-level cultivation base.
This made him understand that the Fang family had already taken action.
He gradually had a tendency in his heart.
Especially these days, the main palace has not responded to this matter at all.
This made him wonder, when Yang Zhen sent the girl named Liu away that day, was it really just to protect the girl and not go to the main hall to find anyone?
Maybe I was overly worried and overestimated that guy's ability?
So he ordered Pang Junchen to speed up the trial of the case.
As a result, Qian Kun died last night.
This made him shocked and angry. If he didn't know who did this, then his more than a hundred years of life would have been in vain!
If you want to get this boy named Yang, no problem! I can turn a blind eye, but by doing this, you are trying to force me to tie a string with you!
Why!
Guanzhu Zhang sneered in his heart.
However, if he were asked to veto Pang Junchen's proposal face to face, he would not do so.
Why bother to offend the Fang family after disobeying the Zhou Palace?
After weighing it for a long time, he finally made a decision.
"Take Yang Zhen into temporary custody and treat him well. Don't let anything happen to him!" He stared at Pang Junchen fiercely, not hiding his warning and anger.
He has already thought about it and sent the status of today's interrogation to the state palace, waiting for a reply from above.
He would rather be scolded than stand up!
Because he understands very well that Yang Zhen is absolutely innocent, and he cannot come forward in this kind of thing!
…
Yang Zhen was placed in a courtyard on the back hill of Junguan.
He was not bound by mana, nor did he wear any shackles or shackles, but the courtyard was equipped with an isolation formation and a confinement formation.
Neither can you send kites or anything outside, nor can you leave the courtyard gate.
Apart from him, there was no one else in the courtyard.
Although she was worried, Yang Zhen was placed in such a place, and there was nothing she could do for the moment.
He simply got into the bluestone space and refined pot after pot of pills.
Especially the Qi Rejuvenation Pills. While others would refine one furnace in an hour, he would refine five furnaces and sixty pills in an hour, and they were all of the highest quality.
Sixty pieces. According to Caiyunjian's selling price, every two pieces have five spirit stones, which is one hundred and fifty spirit stones.
After deducting the cost, the net profit is one hundred thirty or forty per hour.
If he hadn't been afraid of delaying his cultivation, he would have made a lot of money just by refining elixirs every day!
Yang Zhen refined twenty-five furnaces of Qi Restoration Pills in one breath. By the time he came out of the space, it was already Haishi.
A guest came to the yard.
This man looked to be in his twenties, looked talented, and had a warm smile on his face.
"Fang Mo has met Master Yang." The visitor cupped his hands and said.
"Fang Mo?" Yang Zhen looked at the other person carefully and found that she was somewhat similar to Fang Hong: "Are you from the Fang family?"
"Yes." Fang Mo took out his folding fan and shook it, looking quite free and easy: "I am the twelfth elder of the Fang family, responsible for some trivial matters in the family."
"Elder Fang came here in the middle of the night, what advice do you have?" Yang Zhen looked at this monk who was at least in the middle stage of foundation building, and was secretly wary.
Qian Kun has learned from the past and must take precautions.
Fang Mo put away his folding fan, took out four jade boxes from his storage bag, and handed them over.
"I heard that Master Yang has a single spiritual root of the wood type. Senior brother, I have four boxes of medium-grade wood spiritual stones here. I am willing to help junior brother practice. Please accept it."
Yang Zhen sneered in her heart without looking at the jade box: "Elder Fang, please tell me what you want to say."
"Okay, feel free!" Fang Mo said with a smile, stroking his hands, "Then we won't hide it anymore. It's just a small matter that I want to ask Master Yang to agree to."
Yang Zhen looked at him indifferently and did not answer.
Fang Mo felt bored, sneered, and said to himself: "As long as Master Yang agrees, what happened that night was a deliberate joke on Fang Hong, and these boxes of spirit stones will all belong to junior brother!"
"Do you think I would be so stupid?" Yang Zhen sneered.
"Hey, Master Yang, don't be anxious, just listen to my analysis. As a museum master, your annual salary is at most three hundred spiritual stones. These four boxes of wood spiritual stones are worth at least twelve thousand spiritual stones. It’s equivalent to your income for forty years!”
"As long as you admit it, senior brother hereby guarantees that our Fang family will never pursue this matter again. After all, this matter is only as big as a big thing, but it is a trivial matter as big as a sesame seed!"
"What do you mean about Qian Kun? This is a human life." Yang Zhen asked.
"This is also very simple. Qian Kun is a casual cultivator from a small family. All he needs to do is give his family some money. As long as the owner of the suffering does not pursue it, it doesn't matter!"
Seeing him treating a human life so lightly, Yang Zhen became even more disgusted and immediately stood up:
"Elder Fang, please come back. I'm not interested in your proposal!"
"Hey, don't be so impulsive!" Fang Mo gritted his teeth and took something out of his arms with some reluctance:
"This is a foundation-building pill. With this pill and those spiritual stones just now, junior brother will no longer have to worry about advancing to foundation-building. We monks, why do we work so hard, other than to cultivate resources!"
"roll!"
…
Yang Zhen stayed in this courtyard for five days.
On this day, he was finally called out.
There were two people standing outside the door, one was Pang Junchen, and the other was someone he had never seen before, but the aura on his body was three points stronger than Pang Junchen's, and he was at least a figure on the eighth or ninth level of the Foundation.
"Master Yang," Pang Junchen held something in his hand and said with a smile: "according to the rules, today's interrogation requires sealing the spiritual energy. Master Yang, please cooperate and don't make any mistakes!"
After saying that, he handed the handcuff-like thing to Yang Zhen.
This is the spirit lock buckle, which has the function of sealing the meridians of the whole body. When a monk wears this thing, he cannot use any magic power, just like a mortal.
Yang Zhen looked at the two of them and knew that if he resisted at this time, whether justified or not, it would be a big mistake.
Besides, he didn't have the ability to escape from the two late-stage foundation builders.
He became more and more curious about what Dou Xichang was doing. He stretched out his hands and let the spirit lock buckle catch him.
Secretly mobilizing the spiritual power throughout his body, he found that his meridians were stagnant and his magic power was not flowing smoothly.
The situation is not good!
