"Then take us to meet this sweeping monk." Zhang Fan said.
"Okay! No problem, but I'm not sure if you can see me." said the thin man.
"I know. Now let's go over and have a look. At least you can take us there. After seeing this sweeping monk, you can recognize him." Zhang Fan said.
"Okay! Let's set off immediately." The thin man responded happily, "Gentlemen, please wait a moment. I'll go give some instructions to the nanny."
"Judging from the sweeping monk's reaction, he should know the two people who are said to be your parents by the Furong Pavilion spirit. If we go to see the sweeping monk this time, we should be able to find out some information about your parents. Even if
There is not much information, but at least I can confirm whether the two names mentioned by the Furong Pavilion spirit are the names of your parents." After the thin man left, Fang Yan said.
Zhang Fan glanced at Fang Yan and nodded heavily. What Fang Yan said was exactly what Zhang Fan was thinking.
Soon, the thin man walked out of the bedroom and took Zhang Fan and Fang Yan to the Dafeng Temple.
It took about half an hour for the three of them to arrive at the entrance of Dafeng Temple. After stopping the car, the three of them deliberately bypassed the Sanxuan main hall and came to a small tiled house next to the fire house. Zhang Fan
They were also afraid that they would be discovered by the spirits in the main hall of Sanxuan Hall, so they chose to take a detour.
"This is where I found the sweeping monk before." The thin man pointed at the dilapidated small tile-roofed house.
Zhang Fan glanced at the thin man, then walked forward and knocked on the door three times.
"Dong dong dong..."
After about half a minute, an old and hoarse voice came out of the room, "Come in..."
Zhang Fan slowly opened the door and entered the small tile-roofed house, followed closely by Fang Yan and the thin man.
The decoration of this small tile-roofed house is very simple. In addition to a table, a chair, and some books, there is only a hot bed. The floor is made of lime and there is no suspended ceiling.
Sitting on the fire bed was an old monk wearing a gray windbreaker with an old face and a white beard.
Zhang Fan didn't feel the slightest bit of Xuanmen energy or the slightest bit of true energy from the old monk's body, but the old monk gave people a sense of detachment and immortality.
"I wonder what the donors are doing here?" the old monk's old and hoarse voice rang out again.
Zhang Fan glanced at the old monk and did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked the thin man standing next to him: "Is it him?"
"Yes! That's him!" The thin man nodded heavily.
"I want to inquire about some information from the master." Zhang Fan said bluntly. As he spoke, he approached the old monk. Fang Yan and the thin man were also following closely behind him.
During the conversation between the two, Zhang Fan and the others had arrived less than one and a half meters away from the old monk.
The appearance of the old monk that caught Zhang Fan's eyes became clearer and clearer. The old monk's face was covered with wrinkles and age spots, but his eyes were sparkling and not senile at all.
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One feels a sense of high spirits.
After the old monk glanced at Zhang Fan, he then turned his attention to the thin man. His face instantly became gloomy, "What? You want to fool me again? Are you forming a group to fool me?"
Upon hearing this, the thin man was startled for a moment, and then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.
However, Zhang Fan captured useful information in the old monk's words. From this point of view, what the Furong Pavilion spirit asked the thin man to bring to the old monk three years ago was a lie. Otherwise, the old monk would not have said that.
"I didn't want to fool you, it's these two gentlemen who want to see you." The thin man pointed at Zhang Fan and Fang Yan with an embarrassed look.
The old monk looked at Fang Yan and Zhang Fan, but his eyes were full of hostility.
"At such a young age, your strength in both aspects has reached the 2nd and 3rd level. Your talent is really extraordinary, but you are with the wrong person. You should not follow that crazy guy in Furong Pavilion." The old monk looked at Zhang Fanchen.
He said, there was a hint of anger in that voice.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan's heart was slightly shaken. He was wearing a spirit stone. He didn't expect that the old monk could break through the spirit stone. Could it be that this old monk was a third level expert?
In addition, judging from the old monk's words, the old monk regarded them as the weird people of Furong Pavilion.
"You don't need to ask me about the situation, I won't say anything." The old monk said in a stiff tone.
"Master, you misunderstood, we are not the weird people of Furong Pavilion." Zhang Fan replied.
The old monk sneered, "What? You want to fool me again? I won't be fooled by you again!"
"Master, these two gentlemen really did not deceive you. They are not the subordinates of the Furong Pavilion spirit. They are the enemies of the Furong Pavilion spirit!" The thin man continued, "I have betrayed the spirit of Furong Pavilion. They
Ask me about the situation in Furong Pavilion as soon as possible, and I will tell them what I lied to you about, and they asked me to bring them over to see you, so I brought them over."
"You're doing a good job at this show! Each of you has his own division of labor!" The old monk continued to say in disbelief, "Your deception skills have grown a lot compared to three years ago."
"Master, what can I say so that you can believe it? We are really not here to lie to you this time. We are really not weird people from Furong Pavilion." The thin man continued to explain with a helpless expression.
The old monk glanced at the thin man, and then slowly closed his eyes. His intention was already obvious, which was to "see off"!
Zhang Fan knew very well that if he wanted to explain it to the old monk in words, he would not be able to explain it. At this critical moment, Zhang Fan immediately made a decision.
Just when the old monk's eyes were about to close, a powerful infuriating energy suddenly spurted out from Zhang Fan's body and pressed in the direction of the old monk.
At this moment, the old monk's eyes suddenly opened, and then he saw him looking at Zhang Fan in horror.
"Yang...Yang Jue?" the old monk said tremblingly.
"Yes, it's Yang Jue!" Zhang Fan and Chen Sheng replied.
"Are you... are you a descendant of Master Zhang Heng?" the old monk looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively.
"He is my grandfather!" Zhang Fan replied in a deep voice with a serious face.