As time went by, the number of believers outside did not weaken. On the contrary, as the incident spread, more believers came in.

When these believers bowed to worship the Earth God, they also saluted Feng Zhihao.

While Chu Zhiyuan stared at Feng Zhihao, he was recalling Feng Zhihao's previous actions, his spells, and his fingerprints.

At the same time, I was looking at the statue of Di Zun and a quiet room behind Houtu Hall.

The quiet room was simply decorated, with only one couch and one desk.

A landscape painting hangs on the north wall.

With my super sense, I can clearly see that there is another painting underneath this landscape painting.

The figure in the painting is a deity, which is the same as the image of the deity in the main hall.

In the painting, the deity stands on the top of a steep mountain, with huge rocks under his feet and golden light blooming all over his body.

The golden light formed a round mirror behind him. In the golden mirror, there were continuous mountains and rivers, flat land, strange patterns, and strange words.

A total of nine characters are embedded in the golden edge.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly realized that he could not remember this picture.

It has similar characteristics to the phoenix pattern, but it can be seen clearly but cannot be remembered.

Looking at this painting again, it seems to be newly painted at first glance. But if you look closely at its material, you can vaguely feel the vicissitudes of life. This is an ancient painting.

I focused intensely on this painting.

Suddenly he felt a strange force blocking his detection.

The material of this painting cannot be detected.

Time continued to pass, and people came and went in Houtu Hall. Some people paid attention to him, but they didn't pay much attention to him as he came and went.

Chu Zhiyuan stood in front of the withered flowerbed with his hands behind his hands, his expression calm.

Zou Fang stood beside him, still silent.

Guo Chi, however, glanced at the main hall from time to time, wishing he could go in and pull out Feng Zhihao directly and give him a few slaps to let him know what respect means.

Chu Zhiyuan has been looking at that strange picture, looking for more details, and then trying to copy it.

Unfortunately it still didn't work.

There is no way to copy this painting. As soon as I move my hand, and as soon as I have the idea of ​​​​painting it, my mind goes blank and I am at a loss.

He felt more and more strange, so he paid attention to the nine strange words.

Comparing it with the ancient texts and different texts I had read in Tongten Pavilion, I quickly found these nine characters in my memory: Zhen, Zhu, Jue, Shan, Chuan, Hei, Jiang, Wu, Liang.

These nine characters can be written.

An hour later, Feng Zhihao walked out of the main hall, glanced at Chu Zhiyuan and the others, turned around and headed towards the backyard, with no intention of meeting them.

"You..." Seeing him like this, Guo Chi suddenly became furious. He couldn't hold back anymore and was about to curse, but was interrupted by Chu Zhiyuan raising his hand.

Guo Chi held his breath and glared at Feng Zhihao fiercely, watching him Shi Shiran leave and disappear through the Moon Gate on the east side.

He turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Wait a minute."

"Your Majesty, he...he..." Guo Chi felt that nothing could be more outrageous.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "We've already waited. Let's wait until the end."

Guo Chi said angrily: "Master Shizi..."

A good person is bullied by others. A good person is ridiculed by others. The prince is too talkative.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "That's not necessary. It's me who wants to see them, not them who want to see me."

"There will be times when he wants to see the crown prince!" Guo Chi sneered.

He glanced at Zou Fang.

Zou Fangying's dimly lit face showed no expression.

Obviously this is also anger.

They all felt that no matter how arrogant Feng Zhihao was, it was too much to treat a prince like this.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

As a person in the martial arts world, it's normal to have a temper. It's not to scold yourself, it's just to show off. There's no need to get angry.

Even though I was already angry, I still looked calm and calm.

His spirit is still in that painting.

When Feng Zhihao came out again, he came directly to Chu Zhiyuan, clasped his fists and said calmly: "It's a shame that I have to wait for you for so long."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Young Master Feng, I have admired your name for a long time. I just witnessed the Young Master rescuing people from danger, so I wanted to ask for advice in person."

"I don't dare to ask for advice. I have a little bit of skills," Feng Zhihao said nonchalantly, "The prince is so rich that he shouldn't come here."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Why can't you come here?"

"Such a rough place has really stained the prince's dignity."

"No matter how noble you are, you will never be so squeamish," Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "If I hadn't come here, how could I have seen the heroic figure of the young leader rescuing people from danger."

Feng Zhihao's mouth twitched.

He felt that Chu Zhiyuan's words were full of yin and yang, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Although saving people is a beautiful thing, it is mentioned repeatedly and exaggeratedly, which is really uncomfortable.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Can I ask what kind of method the young leader used to cure the old father-in-law's heart disease in this way?"

The old man had a typical heart disease and myocardial infarction, but he recovered quickly under that strange power, and the effect was like a miracle.

This extremely rapid effect on the body was even better than a panacea, which made him curious.

If you have this kind of power, it is equivalent to having a life-saving elixir, and you can recover from injuries at any time. Whether you are injured when fighting with others, or you suffer backlash while practicing, you can receive timely treatment.

This is equivalent to a few extra lives.

For this reason, it’s okay to be slighted.

Feng Zhihao's eyes suddenly became alert, and he frowned and looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Young Master, you don't have to force yourself. Every sect in the world has secret traditions, so I won't commit such taboos."

Feng Zhihao said calmly: "There is nothing that cannot be said. Our Houtu Sect behaves upright and upright, and we tell people everything we do. This is the Emperor Tianhou Tu Sutra that every member of our sect can practice."

"The Emperor's Scripture... is indeed wonderful." Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "I think the young leader is reciting mantras and holding seals, not martial arts, right?"

"The practice of our sect is different from ordinary martial arts sects," Feng Zhihao said lightly: "It is not based on being competitive and killing."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "The Houtu Sect emphasizes being virtuous, cultivating virtue, and cultivating the mind. The imperial court also strongly agrees with it."

Feng Zhihao smiled lightly: "The court is already grateful for not suppressing us, and we don't dare ask for approval."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "The imperial court is still very good to Houtu Sect."

"..." Feng Zhihao didn't comment, but there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head secretly.

Feng Zhihao was arrogant and arrogant. He didn't take himself seriously. Was it because of the decline of Prince Qing's Palace or because he had the Thirteenth Prince Huai Prince's Palace as his backing?

He cupped his fists and said, "Young Master, how about we compare two moves?"

Feng Zhihao was startled.

He originally thought that Chu Zhiyuan relied on his dignity and would not take action personally. It would be too embarrassing to defeat him.

Especially since Prince Qing's Mansion has been sealed for thirty years, as the crown prince of Prince Qing's Mansion, he has to keep his tail between his legs and be honest, and must not be high-profile or public. That's why he became an official of the Ministry of Rites, instead of going into the army to gain military merit.

I didn't expect him to have the guts to do it to me.

I am a martial arts prodigy, a prodigy who is on par with the four true disciples of the four sects. How dare I take action against me?

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I have heard about the young leader's reputation for a long time and it is a rare opportunity, so I personally asked him for advice. This is also an opportunity for the young leader."

"What chance?"

"A chance to vent your anger."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

Of course he could see that Feng Zhihao was not only indifferent to him, but also resentful.

As for where the resentment comes from?

There was no other interaction between them and no personal grudges. It was probably because of their status that they were offended.

"...Your Majesty, do you really dare to attack me?"

Feng Zhihao suppressed his surging emotions and asked slowly.
To be continued...