Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

In the middle of the hall, several bloody people fell to the ground, which seemed to be seriously injured

while in the middle of the hall sat a middle-aged man, dressed in the clothes of a believer, with extremely sharp eyes, which showed that his cultivation was very high.

Ling Feng, when they came in, many people looked at them, and one person recognized Zhou Bowen directly.

"Zhou Bowen, the owner of Zhou's library is here."

"Master Zhou came here to teach this guy a lesson."

"Sure, master Zhou is a martial arts master. What are we worried about with him?"

Everyone chirped, but the tense atmosphere in the hall was gone. Zhou Bowen took a look at the people lying on the ground and knew that it must have been done by Jin zhenghang. He was very angry.

Ling Feng also took a look at the middle of Jin zhenghang, this guy dressed like a dog, but his hand was quite vicious.

Feeling Ling Feng's eyes, Jin zhenghang looks back. There is doubt and ferocity in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.

"Jin zhenghang, what do you mean? Didn't your master teach you to respect your teacher?" Zhou Bowen said with a frown.

After a look at Zhou Bowen, Jin zhenghang said with a smile, "the owner of Zhou's library has not arrived yet. I just want to have a good time with them and exercise my muscles and bones. This time my master called me to visit the owner of Zhou's library."

Jin zhenghang's words are full of pride and disdain. Obviously, there's no such thing as Zhou Bowen.

"Dangdangdang..."

before they finished speaking, the bell rang in the temple, which was loud and reassuring.

An old monk in cassock walked to the hall. His pace was slow, his eyebrows were white, and his face was very amiable. He could see that he was a high-level figure in the temple.

"Amitabha!" The old monk saw the atmosphere between them and said directly.

When people in the hall saw the old monk coming, they directly replied that the old monk was the abbot of the temple.

"Abbot Yuanming!" Seeing the old monk, Jin zhenghang quickly saluted him, and then said that he respected him very much.

Ling Feng did not expect that the old monk would be the abbot of Linchuan temple.

And Abbot Yuanming nodded. He looked at Zhou Bowen as if he were an old friend.

"Abbot Yuanming, do you remember me after more than 20 years Zhou Bowen said with a smile.

"Benefactor Zhou, of course I remember!"

"Ha ha, just remember." Zhou Bowen and Yuan Ming laughed.

Then Yuanming looked at Jin zhenghang and said, "master Jin has come to Haizhou in China thousands of miles away. I don't know why he hurt people in my Linchuan temple!"

Yuanming's words are obviously interrogative.

Jin zhenghang took a look at Yuanming, and then said, "nothing's wrong. I'm here for two purposes. The first is that my master and Zhou Bowen have a grudge. I came here to try the skills of Chinese martial arts, and the other is to discuss Buddhism with master Yuanming."

"To discuss the Buddhist Dharma is just to slander people in my Linchuan temple. I hope you can give everyone a satisfactory explanation."

This is Yuanming's territory. If someone is beaten here, he has the obligation to ask for an explanation.

"Master Yuanming has not forgotten the agreement with my master 25 years ago." Jin zhenghang said with a smile.

Yuanming was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully for a while, he immediately thought of a thing happened in his twenty-five years. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect that your master would never forget that thing in the past twenty-five years, OK!"