Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Seeing the suspicious looks on these people's faces, Zhishen shook his head helplessly and smiled. In fact, he was not very old when he left Lingzhou, and he looked exactly like this now.

However, out of frustration, he chose another extreme path, sealing away all the murderous aura in his body, and the price he paid was naturally his appearance.

Now that Zhishen has restored his appearance by accident, it has made many people feel uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Zhishen glanced at Zhang Yifeng beside him, with a look of helplessness on his face. It was obvious that after he restored his current appearance, Zhang Yifeng felt a little separated from him.

Of course, Zhishen also knew that it was because of his appearance, but he didn't think it was his fault that he was so handsome.

Zhishen raised his head slightly and said to the many monks below.

"Don't you know that my current appearance is the result of my original appearance? The appearance I had when I left Lingzhou was just because of some secret techniques I used."

Having said this, Zhishen shook his head helplessly, and then prepared to temporarily return to his original old state.

Zhang Yifeng saw this and knew what Zhishen was planning to do. He frowned slightly and immediately took action to stop Zhishen's movements.

"Fellow Daoist Li, must you have forgotten something?"

Zhang Yifeng said solemnly, this kind of thing is not a joke. If it is just to prove his identity and put his body into unknown danger, Zhang Yifeng cannot accept this kind of thing.

After all, once he returns to his old state, the toxins in Zhishen's body will surge up again. This is not proving his identity. This is joking with his own life.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's serious look, Zhishen was silent for a moment, then nodded silently and gave up the idea of ​​proving his identity.

"Anyway, I have told you the truth of the matter. It is up to you whether you believe it or not. We will rest in Jinling Temple in the next few days. As for my identity, please do not spread it."

"The matter at Jinling Temple also involves other issues. It cannot be solved in a day or two. I believe someone will come from Jinshan Temple soon. We will just wait."

After Zhishen finished speaking, he bowed his hands to the people around him, and then led Zhang Yifeng towards the guest room.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng silently followed Zhishen, and only stopped when he followed him into the guest room.

"Master, what are you planning to do?"

"Don't worry, things here are not that simple. And we don't have to take the initiative to go to Jinshan Temple. Someone will take the initiative to take us there soon."

Zhishen smiled slightly, with an unpredictable look on his face, which made Zhang Yifeng curl his lips slightly.

"Is your purpose of exposing your identity unclear to me? It's just to let them promote you to the position of abbot of Jinling Temple. If Jin Xiu dies, someone in Jinshan Temple will definitely sense it, and they will definitely send someone over at that time. Check the situation of Jinling Temple."

"Once it is found out that Jin Ling is dead and you are elected as the abbot of Jin Ling Temple, anyone who wants to come to Jinshan Temple will take you back. As for us, of course we will go with you."

Zhang Yifeng said calmly, he still didn't know Zhishen's little calculation, it was obviously for this purpose.

"As expected of my disciple, this idea is indeed extremely astute. It is exactly as you expected. I am planning to use this to go to Jinshan Temple."

This was exactly what Zhishen had in mind. He revealed his identity at this time, and he was the most suitable person in the entire Jinling Temple to take over the position of host.

As for the laxity of those outside, Zhishen actually didn't think about it. On the contrary, he just wanted to spread the word about his identity.

After all, in the eyes of others, Zhishen just looks like Zhishen, and now so many years have passed, no one knows whether Zhishen is dead or alive.

So whether Zhishen's true identity is as he said, it's a matter of opinion.

Of course, Zhishen had already thought about the explanation. Zhishen was going to say that he was actually just a disciple that Zhishen accepted before his death.

Because I wanted to go back to Master's hometown, I came to Lingzhou and returned to Jinling Temple.

As for Jin Xiu, Zhishen would certainly admit that he did it himself. He was just planning to give himself a reputation as a genius so that the senior officials of Jinshan Temple would notice him.

After Zhishen left, Jinshan Temple obviously lacked a knife that could be used, so it kept forcing his master Jin Ling to break through to the tribulation stage.

In this way, Jinshan Temple can once again create the next Blood Killer.

It's just that Jin Ling is very thoughtful and knows very well what the people of Jinshan Temple want to do, so he has never broken through to the stage of transcending the tribulation.

In fact, Jin Ling could have chosen to leave Lingzhou, but Jin Ling had lived in Lingzhou since he was a child and couldn't leave here at all, so he never chose to leave.

If he leaves Lingzhou, he will definitely become a powerful Buddhist who can travel around the world and spread merit.

It's a pity that Jin Ling was born in Lingzhou, and his life was destined to be rough.

Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen looked at each other, then nodded to each other, and then returned to their rooms to rest.

At the same time, in Jinshan Temple thousands of miles away, a suspicious voice slowly sounded.

"Huh? Why did one of the soul lamps go out? Someone, bring this soul lamp up and let me take a closer look."

At this moment, in the dark underground cave of Jinshan Temple, a huge figure lying on a huge bed made a dull sound.

"Subordinate, go right away."

Immediately, there were two voices beside the bed who responded, and then they came to the place where the soul lamp was placed. They took down a soul lamp that had just been extinguished and brought it respectfully to the figure on the bed.

"Huh? It turned out to be Jin Xiu's useless soul lamp. He is actually dead. I remember that according to the progress, the magic skill I gave him should have reached the strength of the tribulation stage by now. Although the strength in the tribulation stage is only It can be considered a low-level one, but it shouldn’t be difficult to deal with the Jinling Temple and the demons nearby.”

The huge figure on the huge bed muttered a few words. After a moment of silence, he lazily gave instructions to the people around him.

"Okay, just send two people over to check the situation. Tsk tsk, this Jinling Temple is full of outstanding people, but it's a pity that Jin Xiu is a waste. If it weren't for my magic power, I'm afraid this person would have to live forever They’re all just trash.”