Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Yes, I am resigning."

The subordinates who were kneeling bowed respectfully, then stood up and hurried towards the exit of the underground cave.

Watching this figure go away silently, the huge figure on the huge bed pondered for a moment, then called a servant beside him to come to him and whispered his instructions.

After listening silently, the servant on the side nodded vigorously, and then silently followed the figure who left earlier along a secret passage on the side.

At the same time, Zhang Yifeng, Zhishen and others had already settled in the guest rooms of Jinshan Temple.

Each person has a room, which is quite clean.

Because Muxue was bored, she and Zhang Yifeng went to chat with Zhishen.

Yuan Lingze stayed in the room alone, not knowing what he was doing.

At this time, Zhishen was chatting with Zhang Yifeng and Zhang Yifeng about interesting things in Lingzhou, when a knock came from the door of the guest room.

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen frowned at the same time.

They were just new arrivals at Jinshan Temple. The two Jinshan Temple deacons brought them and left directly. Obviously, it was impossible for those two people to come back.

Who else might come to look for them? Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen looked at each other and saw wary looks in each other's eyes.

They both knew how dangerous the trip was.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng didn't want to bring Muxue and Yuan Ling with him. After all, Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen both have their own life-saving methods and can break out even if they are in danger.

But Muxue and Yuan Ling insisted on following Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng had no choice but to agree and led people to Jinshan Temple.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and then Zhang Yifeng silently motioned to Zhishen and others not to move for the time being, and then walked to the door of the guest room and slowly opened the door.

As a result, the figure that appeared behind the door made Zhang Yifeng raise his eyebrows, because the person who came was an old man whom he did not recognize at all.

I saw this old man wearing a simple cassock and holding an iron fist in his hand. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng opened the door, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I have met my little friend, and we have just met each other, but I still have doubts in my heart, so I came here specifically to ask for clarification."

"This Buddhist is joking. If you have any doubts, please come in and talk."

Zhang Yifeng said with a smile, and at the same time put down the hand behind his back that was ready to make a gesture at any time, and invited the old man in front of him into the guest room.

The old man was not polite, smiled kindly at Zhang Yifeng, and casually followed him into the guest room.

As soon as he entered, the old man's eyes were firmly locked on Zhishen. The purpose of coming here was self-evident.

Zhishen was slightly startled when he saw this, and then he reacted and took the initiative to step forward and cup his hands towards the old Buddhist.

"I think you are not that person anymore, you are his disciple, right?"

"Senior has extraordinary insight. I am indeed not my master Zhishen. I am his disciple, Li Zhishen."

Zhishen said to the old Buddhist in front of him with a normal expression, and after hearing this, the old Buddhist also showed a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Sure enough, I just didn't expect that after so many years, he would be no match for the obsession in his heart. But it doesn't matter, since even he has gone to meet the Buddha, then I have indeed lived to the age, and it is time for me to The mantle has been passed on.”

The old-looking Buddhist said softly, with a look of desolation on his face.

The moment this color of annihilation appeared, everyone around him, including Zhishen, was shocked, and the thought of ending this life arose in their hearts.

Zhang Yifeng felt the thoughts rising in his heart, and felt shocked that this old Buddhist had such a deep understanding of Buddhism.

It only takes a few words to influence the people around you.

Zhang Yifeng was horrified and was about to deal with the distracting thoughts in his heart, but the old Buddhist in front of him seemed to have come back to his senses, and the expression on his face dropped.

Immediately, Zhang Yifeng and others regained their clarity of mind.

"I'm sorry, friends, I just felt something in my heart, and accidentally released the Tao of Nirvana in my body."

The old Buddhist said to Zhang Yifeng and others with some embarrassment, and then waved the Buddha's light in his hand, and saw that the remaining Taoist Spirit of Nirvana in Zhang Yifeng and others was taken away by him.

Zhang Yifeng bowed to the old Buddhist with a calm expression and praised: "Senior is really powerful. The meaning of the autumn cicada's silence is indeed extraordinary. It seems that Lingzhou is really a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons."

"Oh? My little friend has extraordinary eyesight. He can actually see that this way means the death of the cicada. He really is a talented person in this generation, old man."

The old Buddhist shook his head as he spoke, and then bowed his hands to Zhang Yifeng, Zhishen and others.

"Now that the doubts in my mind have been cleared, it's time for me to leave. However, I still have to remind a few friends that Jinshan Temple is not as simple as it seems. You should be careful about unknown people."

The old Buddha finished speaking calmly, then took a step back and walked out of the guest room.

Zhang Yifeng silently closed the door of the guest room, and after a moment of silence, he walked to sit next to Zhishen.

"Fellow Daoist Li, do you know this Buddhist?"

"Yes, my master told me about this man. I heard from him that this man was a figure of the same era as him, but his reputation was not well-known at that time. My master knew that he was also because of a strange chance. , I learned that this Buddhist understood the extremely powerful meaning of the cicada’s death.”

Zhishen said calmly. Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows after hearing this. It turned out that he was a Buddhist of the same era as Zhishen. No wonder he felt that Zhishen's face was very familiar.

After such a small episode ended, the room where Zhang Yifeng and others fell silent again.

At the same time, a mysterious man dressed in black and hiding in the tree outside the guest room silently withdrew his gaze from the guest room.

"Hiss, it seems that this person is indeed that person's disciple. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that after so many years, the old events of that year can still have so much impact."

"I just don't know if the guys below will have any thoughts about this person. It seems that after holding back for so long, it's time for the guys below to see our strength. Last time we missed a Zhishen, this time Never miss the next wisdom again."

A cold voice came out of the mysterious mouth, and the next second, the figure of the mysterious man flashed on the spot and disappeared completely into the tree.

Noticing that the person observing outside the door had left, Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen stopped acting.

"Master, was that your friend just now?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at Zhishen and blinked twice.

"Of course it is, otherwise why would he come to me? It's just that I didn't expect that his current intention of annihilation has actually been cultivated to such an artistic conception."