C143 A Vow to Lengchuan Temple
C143 A Vow to Lengchuan Temple
And in the middle of the hall sat a middle-aged man. He wore the clothes of a believer, and his gaze was incomparably sharp; one could tell that his Cultivation was very high.
When Ling Feng and the others walked in, many people looked at them. One of them recognized Zhou Bowen.
"Master Zhou Bowen Zhou is here"
"Head Zhou came to teach this guy a lesson"
"That's for sure. Head Zhou is Martial Arts Grandmaster, what is he worried about?"
As everyone chattered on, the tense atmosphere in the hall disappeared. Zhou Bowen looked at the person lying on the ground and knew that it was definitely made by Jin Zhenghang and was very angry.
Ling Feng also looked at Jin Zhenghang, who was in the middle. This guy was dressed like a dog, but his attacks were quite vicious.
Jin Zhenghang felt Ling Feng's gaze and turned around. There was suspicion and viciousness in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"Jin Zhenghang, what do you mean by this? Did your master not teach you how to respect your teacher?" Zhou Bowen frowned and said.
Glancing at Zhou Bowen, Jin Zhenghang smiled and said, "Head Zhou isn't here yet, I'm just having fun with them, exercising my muscles and bones. Master called me here this time to pay a proper visit to the head of the school next week."
Jin Zhenghang's words were filled with arrogance and disdain. It was obvious that Zhou Bowen didn't think much of it.
"Dang, dang, dang, dang …"
Before they could finish speaking, the sound of a bell rang out in the temple. The sound of the bell was loud and clear, causing people to feel at ease.
An old monk wearing a monastic robe walked into the hall. He walked very slowly, with white eyebrows and a very amiable face. It was obvious that he was one of the higher-ups of this temple.
"Amitabha!" The old monk saw the current atmosphere between them and directly said.
When the people in the hall saw the old monk come over, they immediately responded with a salute, this old monk was the temple's abbot.
"Sir Yuan Ming!" Seeing the old monk, Jin Zhenghang quickly bowed and said that he was very respectful to the old monk.
Ling Feng didn't think that this old monk would actually be the abbot of Lin Chuan temple.
Yuan Ming, on the other hand, nodded his head and looked at Zhou Bowen as if he was looking at an old friend.
"Brother Yuan Ming, it's been twenty years since we parted, do you still remember me?" Zhou Bowen said with a smile.
"Benefactor Zhou, of course I remember you!"
"Haha, it's good that you remember." Zhou Bowen and Yuan Ming laughed.
Then, Yuan Ming looked at Jin Zhenghang and said, "Young Master Jin came all the way to China's Hai Zhou. I don't know why you hurt people at my Lin Chuan temple."
Yuan Ming's words were obviously a question.
Jin Zhenghang glanced at Yuan Ming, and then said: "Nothing much, I have two objectives for coming here this time. The first is that my master has a grudge with Zhou Bowen, I came here to try out the skills of a Chinese martial cultivator, and the second is to discuss Buddhism techniques with Master Yuan Ming."
"I hope that you can give everyone present a satisfactory explanation for the fact that the Buddhist Old Na welcomes you and is only hurting people in my Lin Chuan temple."
This was Yuan Ming's territory. Since others were beaten up by him, he had the obligation to ask for an explanation.
"It can't be that Master Yuan Ming has forgotten the agreement he made with my Master twenty-five years ago!" Jin Zhenghang said with a smile.
Yuan Ming was stunned for a moment. After thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly recalled the incident when he was young for 25 years. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect that your master would still be unable to forget that incident after 25 years. Alright!"