Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Go in, go in? Really, that Buddhist Li Zhishen won't mind, right?"

The young man at the head was stunned when he heard Zhang Yifeng's words, and then his face showed excitement. Could it be possible that he could still talk to the legendary disciple in person.

"Of course, I'm sure he won't mind. Come in with me."

Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, and then led the three people into the courtyard openly.

The Buddhists outside the courtyard looked at Zhang Yifeng who suddenly appeared again from outside, and then entered the courtyard with three new faces. They all looked stunned for a while.

However, the person they were waiting for was not Zhang Yifeng, so they just glanced at Zhang Yifeng and then looked away.

After a long time, Zhishen appeared from a distance with a tired look on his face, and then walked towards the yard with a look of helplessness on his face.

However, after taking a few steps, Zhishen felt that someone was monitoring him around him, and the number of them was quite large.

It's just a naked surveillance. What does this person mean? Are you planning to target him openly?

Countless possibilities flashed through Zhishen's mind, and when he was about to take action at any time, a figure suddenly rushed out from the darkness.

The speed was so frightening that Zhishen almost cut him off with one strike, but Zhishen still had no impulse because the person who came had no murderous intention at all.

When the visitor came close, Zhishen looked at the look of admiration on the other person's face and knew what was going on.

He didn't expect that these fanatic fans of his would be so fanatical. He was just pretending to be his disciple, and yet he was being chased and intercepted by so many Buddhists.

With great difficulty, Zhishen just managed to break through the siege on the left and right of Foxin Square before secretly leaving from Foxin Square.

As a result, when he returned to the front of the yard, he encountered an ambush again. If he had known this, it would be better to let Zhang Yifeng play this role.

However, Zhang Yifeng doesn't look like him, and the most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng doesn't know Buddhism, and he can't use the sword for a long time.

Therefore, the matter of playing the role of Zhishen's disciple still has to be left to him.

Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Zhishen helped a young Buddhist who accidentally fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

"Ahem, don't worry, I'm just standing here and I won't leave. Did you get any injuries from the fall?"

Zhishen's concerned voice made the fallen young Buddhist feel warm in his heart, and then he quickly shook his head and signaled to Zhishen that he was fine.

"As long as everything is fine, it's better to go back and rest early to prepare for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you really like my Master, he won't want you to be in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony because of your love for my Master. A bad ranking.”

Zhishen said without blushing, but in fact, he still felt a little tired of what he said.

On the other hand, the young Buddhist's eyes lit up slightly after hearing Zhishen's words. Then he stood up and hurriedly bowed to Zhishen, and then ran away without saying a word.

Zhishen frowned when he saw this, and thought to himself: "This man can't be a mute, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even a mute can become a Buddhist now. How merciful is our Buddha."

Of course, these are Zhishen's inner thoughts, and he would not say them in front of others, otherwise wouldn't that be self-destructive?

Shaking his head silently, Zhishen then continued walking towards the courtyard. This time, there were no fans as enthusiastic as the mute Buddhist who just rushed out.

Zhishen returned to the courtyard safely, but as soon as he walked in, he saw Zhang Yifeng sitting at the stone table in the courtyard with a casual look, sipping the spiritual tea in his hand.

Next to Zhang Yifeng stood three young Buddhists whom he had never met before. Seeing the admiration in their eyes towards him, Zhishen didn't know that they were also his enthusiastic fans.

But why did these people appear in the yard? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng let them in?

Zhishen frowned as he thought about it, and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was sipping the spiritual tea in front of Shi Zhuo, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"Well, you are Mr. Li Zhishen, right? We were just looking at the outside of Buddha Heart Square and couldn't see your face clearly. Now that we are so close, we can finally see your face. Your appearance is indeed the same as yours. Senior Zhishen looks exactly the same when he was young!"

When a young Buddhist from Sanming saw Zhishen Zou entering the courtyard, he immediately walked forward quickly, looked at Yan Zhishen carefully, and then said with shining eyes.

"Oh? Have you seen my master when he was young?"

Zhishen raised his eyebrows. It was quite unexpected that there were still people who knew what he looked like when he was young.

"Ahem, I wonder if Senior Zhishen has told you that he once saved a family of painters. In order to express his gratitude for Senior Zhishen's life-saving grace, my father drew two volumes of portraits of Senior Zhishen on the spot."

"One copy was given to Senior Zhishen on the spot, and the other copy has been circulated in the painter's family to this day. I am a descendant of that painter's family, so I have seen the face of Senior Zhishen. It's a pity that the scroll of painting This book was lost during my family's migration, otherwise it would have been passed down."

The young man in charge said with a helpless expression that the loss of the scroll was not something their family wanted. If possible, they would naturally want to keep the scroll properly.

But Lingzhou is extremely chaotic, and often without knowing it, the flames of war may burn to the side. Even they can't protect it, so how can they save a scroll.

Zhishen listened to what the young man said, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

The painter's paintings were indeed lifelike, so he kept that scroll in his hands. However, he did not expect that due to past fate, he would meet the descendants of that painter again today.

The painter's painting skills are also superb. Although he is not a monk or a Buddhist, if his painting skills can be refined, he may be able to become an immortal through painting.

"My master once told me about this. You should be talking about this scroll."

After Zhishen said that, he fumbled around in the storage ring for a moment and saw a simple painting tube appear in Zhishen's hand.

"It sounds like this thing is also destined to you. Since the copy has been lost, I will give this original to you. I hope it can be kept properly so as not to lose the face of your ancestors."

Zhishen said with a serious face, and then handed the scroll in his hand to the young Buddhist in front of him.

The young Buddhist looked at the painting tube in Zhishen's hand with a look of disbelief in his eyes. Zhishen actually kept this painting.