When Zhou Yuan and his party entered Lanfeng City, Zhou Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Here, Yang Hua no longer dared to provoke casually. Moreover, Yang Hua at this time may not have noticed that Yi Feng was pretending before.
"Brother Yi, I need to restore my family's life. Will you come with us or go to Duliang Temple first?" Zhou Yuan asked Yi Feng.
Duliang Temple is where Zen Master Duliang lives, exactly in the opposite direction from the Zhou family's mansion.
"I'd better go to Duliang Temple to have a look first. Brother Zhou, please help yourself." Yi Feng said. Although he didn't offer any hope, Yi Feng still wanted to see the so-called Zen Master Duliang. After all, he is a Buddhist.
Rarely encountered.
"Okay, cousin, just take Brother Yi to Duliang Temple." Zhou Yuan nodded, without forcing him, and turned to Zhou Min and said.
Zhou Min was a little unhappy, "Cousin, do you want to leave me again? I will go wherever you go?" After saying that, he pulled Zhou Yuan's shoulder again.
Zhou Yuan looked helpless and looked at Zhou Hu again.
"Forget it, I'll just accompany him. After all, he has helped us before." Zhou Hu spread his hands and said reluctantly.
Zhou Hu originally didn't have a good impression of Yi Feng, but before Yi Feng came forward and shocked several members of the Yang family, Zhou Hu changed his mind and became less indifferent and more enthusiastic towards Yi Feng.
The four of them separated in twos, and Yi Feng and Zhou Hu went to Duliang Temple together.
Yi Feng had inquired about the affairs of Lan Feng City before entering the city. Zhou Hu and Yi Feng walked in tandem, and the two of them were relatively silent, neither of them speaking.
When a golden temple appeared in front of the two of them, Zhou Hu suddenly stopped and looked at Yi Feng, "Yi Feng, what would you have done if Yang Hua had taken action before?"
Yi Feng's face was startled. He didn't expect Zhou Hu to suddenly ask about this matter, "What about it?"
"Don't pretend, I've seen it. You can't mobilize spiritual power in your body at all. You only have the cultivation of the third level of spirit transformation, and I'm afraid it's not even as good as the first level of spirit transformation." Zhou Hu said slowly.
Yi Feng suddenly laughed, "Haha, how did you know it was better?"
Zhou Hu frowned, and suddenly he stepped forward and slapped Yi Feng on the chest with his palm.
Yi Feng took a step back with his left foot, arched his body, and met him with the same palm.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and Yi Feng took seven or eight steps back before steadying his figure, but Zhou Hu still stood there, not moving at all.
"Your strength is not even as good as mine, and you're saying you're not pretending?" Zhou Hu said with a hint of sarcasm.
Yi Feng's expression did not change much, "Although my strength is not as good as yours, if there is a life and death fight, it is you who will die. Do you believe it or not?"
Staring into Yi Feng's eyes, Zhou Hu shook his head, "I don't believe it!" After saying that, Zhou Hu climbed up the steps and walked towards the temple.
"This Zhou Hu is quite interesting." Yi Feng shook his head. Zhou Hu's initial impression on him was not good, but he was able to see his current state. Of course, Yi Feng's current methods cannot hide much. The Yang family
A few people didn't see it, so it can only be said that a few people were a little stupid.
Yi Feng raised his head and looked towards the temple ahead, with a glint of hope flashing in his eyes. Whether he believed it or not, this was still a hope. Now that his cultivation level could still stay at the third level of spirit transformation, who knew how long
Will Tianhou fall again? If he really lets himself practice again, he may have his head explode.
From Zhou Yuan's words, Yi Feng already knew the special features of Duliang Temple. Different from the Treasure Pavilion, Weapons Pavilion and other pavilions, Duliang Temple itself is not big, and its source of income depends entirely on the incense of outsiders.
There are not many people there, just a dozen young monks, a few elders, and Zen Master Duliang. Zen Master Duliang has superb medical skills. If he opens a medical clinic, he will definitely be able to gather a lot of wealth. However, even if Zen Master Duliang saves
However, people do not receive compensation. If some of the people being treated feel sorry for themselves, they will donate some incense money. Even if there is no incense money, it will not affect Zen Master Duliang’s rescue of people at all. Over time, Zen Master Duliang has become a
Some people with high moral character and high esteem are too embarrassed to bother Zen Master Duliang except for the incurable diseases.
Although Yi Feng had not met Zen Master Feng Duo, he could feel his compassion.
What is different from Yi Feng's imagination is that there are not many people coming to Duliang Temple. Duliang Temple was originally not big, but at this time it felt a little deserted. After entering the temple, along the way, I only saw a few people.
Passers-by and one or two young monks were cleaning the courtyard.
As soon as Yi Feng and Zhou Hu stepped into the middle courtyard, a bald monk with a delicate face came up to them.
"Donor Zhou, Donor Yi, the Zen Master asked the young monk to come and fetch you two. Please come with me!" The young monk said to Yi Feng and Zhou Hu with a clasped palm salute.
"Tch, brother Zhou Yuan said he was not free, but he actually said hello in advance." Zhou Hu curled his lips and muttered. Zen Master Duliang knew that they were coming, so Zhou Yuan must have sent someone to report the news.
Yi Feng's expression changed slightly. If Zhou Yuan really said hello in advance, it would be nothing, but if he didn't say hello, this Zen Master Duliang might be very human.
Under the guidance of the bald monk, the three of them arrived at a quiet palace in the backyard.
The hall is not big, with a huge golden Buddha in the middle. In front of the golden Buddha is a gray figure sitting in meditation.
The gray figure faces the Golden Buddha, his face invisible, his broad robe spread out on the ground, and his figure is motionless.
"Zen Master, Donor Zhou and Donor Yi have been brought here." The bald monk bowed to the gray figure.
"Well, Yuantong, you go down first." The old voice sounded slowly.
The bald monk retreated from the room, and the gray figure stood up and turned around, revealing an old face.
The old man has a white beard and eyebrows, long eyebrows close to his earlobes, four to five deep wrinkles on his forehead, deep-set eyes, calm and clear eyes, and no spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body, just like an ordinary person.
"Zhou Hu, a disciple of the Zhou family, has met the great Zen master!" Zhou Hu took a step forward and bowed respectfully. From the corner of his eye, he saw Yi Feng still standing there, indifferent. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull Yi Feng and whispered:
"Yi Feng, this is the great Zen Master Duliang."
Yi Feng also came to his senses, raised his hands and saluted, "Junior Yi Feng has met the great Zen master."
"I already know your purpose of coming. Donor Yi wants to solve the problem in his body, so please come with the old monk." Zen Master Duliang slowly spoke and walked towards the outside of the hall. "Donor Zhou will be waiting in the main hall for a while. It shouldn't be needed."
too long."
"Okay." Zhou Hu nodded and looked at Yi Feng, "Yi Feng, since the great Zen master said so, there must be no big problem in your body. I will wait here for you to come back."
"I hope so." Yi Feng's eyes flashed with an inexplicable color. When he saw Du Liang had walked out of the hall, he followed him out.