Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

In the middle of the hall, several people covered with blood fell to the ground and looked badly hurt

In the middle of the hall sat a middle-aged man, dressed in believers' clothes, with extremely sharp eyes. It can be seen that his cultivation is very high.

When Ling Feng and them walked in, many people looked at them, and one directly recognized Zhou Bowen.

"Zhou Bowen, the owner of Zhou Pavilion is here."

"Lord Zhou came to teach this guy a lesson."

"That's for sure. Lord Zhou is a martial arts master. What are we worried about with him?"

Everyone chirped and the tense atmosphere in the hall disappeared. Zhou Bowen looked at the people lying on the ground and knew that it must have been done by Kim Jong Un, and he was very angry.

Ling Feng also glanced at Kim Jong Un in the middle. This guy was dressed like a dog, but his hand was quite vicious.

Feeling Ling Feng's eyes, Jin zhenghang looked back. There was doubt and ferocity in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

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

After taking a look at Zhou Bowen, Jin zhenghang said with a smile: "the owner of the Zhou pavilion has not arrived yet. I just have a good time with them and exercise my muscles and bones. This time, master asked me to visit the owner of the next week."

Kim Jong Un's words are full of pride and disdain. Obviously not at all. Zhou Bowen paid attention to it.

"Dangdang..."

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

An old monk in cassock came to the hall. His pace was very slow, his eyebrows were white, and his face was very amiable. It could be seen that he was a high-level figure of the temple.

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

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

"Abbot Yuanming!" Jin zhenghang saw the old monk quickly salute, and then said, he has great respect for the old monk.

Ling Feng didn't expect that the old monk would be the abbot of Linchuan temple.

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 of parting?" Zhou Bowen said with a smile.

"Benefactor Zhou, of course I remember!"

"Ha ha, just remember." Zhou Bowen and Yuanming smiled.

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

Yuanming's sentence obviously carries a question.

Jin zhenghang took a look at Yuanming and said, "nothing. I came 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 artists. The other is to discuss Buddhism with master Yuanming."

"I'm welcome to discuss Buddhism. I just hurt people in my Linchuan temple. I hope you can give a satisfactory explanation to everyone present."

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

"Master Yuanming has forgotten the agreement he made with my master 25 years ago!" Jin zhenghang said with a smile.

Yuanming was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully for a while, and suddenly remembered an event in his twenty-five year old youth. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect that your master could not forget that event in the past twenty-five years, okay!"