"It seems that there is a real reason why my cousin believes in that person."
After Feng Yunan saw this phenomenon, he started talking to Feng Moting.
Feng Moting nodded, then walked to Feng Yunan and said to him: "This man has great luck, and his future achievements will definitely be beyond your reach. And I can tell from divination that he is the noble man who can help us avenge our grievances, so I will keep him."
"So what are you going to do, cousin?"
Feng Yunan asked.
Feng Moting just said one word and then went back to his room.
"wait."
Wait? Wait for what? Wait for Yang Kun to help them get revenge, or wait for Yang Kun to help them after he becomes rich? No matter which one, it can only prove that Feng Moting made the right decision. But who can predict what will happen in the future? They have a good idea, but what if others don't want to help them
Feng Yunan thought about it with some worry, but he couldn't come up with an answer. But since his cousin had made up his mind, he should just follow him. His cousin couldn't sell him out, right
After figuring it out, Feng Yunan went back to his room to rest.
The next morning, Feng Yunan, under the watchful eyes of Feng Moting, Yang Kun and other tribesmen, took a few tribesmen selected by Feng Moting, disguised himself and went to the Buddhist temple where Monk Huiwu became his disciple.
The temple has always been very popular because of Monk Huiwu. Moreover, the Buddhists in this temple are all Buddhist disciples who have the true Buddhist mysteries. People like Leng who have bad intentions are only a minority.
After Feng Yunan and his people arrived at the Buddhist temple, they saw a sea of people. Strangely enough, this Buddhist temple was built at the junction of the fairyland and the mortal world, so the incense was naturally the incense of the mortal world.
There were strange places and strange situations. Feng Yunan discovered these two strange places when they met. However, these strange places seemed to have nothing to do with him, so Feng Yunan pretended to be a second-generation immortal who came to burn incense and hope to get better because of poor health.
Feng Yunan went directly to the person in charge of the Buddhist temple, and asked Monk Huiwu’s master to treat him.
The person in charge bowed calmly to Feng Yunan, and then said, "Amitabha, this donor, Master Huiwu's master is the abbot of our Buddhist temple. He is currently in seclusion. Please wait for a moment and make other plans after I inform you."
"Thank you, little master!"
After watching the person in charge leave, Feng Yunan gave a look to the tribesmen he brought with him. The tribesmen nodded in understanding and left one person to protect Feng Yunan. The others went their separate ways to find the people in the Buddhist temple to get information.
Feng Yunan lowered his eyes and waited for a moment, then saw the person in charge bowed to him again and then took him to a room.
"The host is in the room, please come in."
Feng Yunan nodded, then led the remaining tribesmen into the house. As soon as they entered the house, they saw an old monk with a white beard resting with his eyes closed.
"Meet the host master!"
Feng Yunan bowed first, and then saw the old monk open his eyes. However, Feng Yunan found that there seemed to be something wrong with the old monk's eyes, as if he could not see
Just as Feng Yunan was looking at the old monk, the old monk spoke.
"Amitabha, I believe you have something to ask me. Why don't you sit down and have a long chat with me?"