To put it short, let’s talk about the fact that when the old Liutou Wu Feng and his group arrived at the foot of Dakong Temple, it was already noon. At a distance from Dakong Temple, the horses and carriages could not be left, so they left the officials to watch. Wu Feng carried Master Qingfeng all the way and walked to the foot of Dakong Temple.

This Dakong Temple is not close to Kaihua City, and the mountain road is difficult, so few pilgrims come here, and I didn’t meet anyone along the way. Wu Feng and Lao Liu walked quickly with the back of Taoist Qingfeng. It took about half an hour to walk to the entrance of the main hall of Dakong Temple.

Perhaps because Wu Feng was coming to take away the little ghost baby today, Wu Feng and Lao Liutou arrived at the entrance of the temple of Dakong Temple and saw two familiar figures from afar. The leader was Master Huikong, the host of Dakong Temple, and behind him was Master Huicong.

Master Huikong, I haven’t seen you for two days, and I’ve seen you improve a lot. Before Old Liu could even walk to them, he said hello first.

Amitabha Buddha and the two donors came from afar. I had been waiting for a long time. Master Huikong pronounced the Buddha's name and said very politely.

Wu Feng walked over and nodded politely to the masters. Because he was carrying Master Qingfeng on his back, he could not salute the two masters. Then he looked at Master Huicong on the side. When he was in Heifeng Ridge, Master Huiming's injury was the worst. He probably was still bedridden. Master Huicong could walk, but judging from the improvement on his face, he was still a little weak. He said: Master Huikong, your injury has healed a lot.

Amitabha Buddha thanked the little donor for his concern. My monk's injuries were gone, and he would be healed after a while of rest.

After a few people were polite, Master Huikong suddenly turned a solemn and said to Wu Feng: Little donor, come with me, Master Lefan, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

As he said that, Master Huikong made a call, Wu Feng nodded again, followed Master Huikong and headed towards the back hall of Dakong Temple.

As Lao Liu and Master Huicong spoke, they also followed behind them and walked towards the back hall.

When he passed through a long corridor and passed by the entrance of the main hall, Wu Feng glanced into the hall, but saw about twenty or thirty monks sitting in the hall, closing their eyes slightly and muttering words. The slight Buddha sound floated out of the hall, making people feel relaxed. In the middle and rear of the hall, a golden Buddha sat upright, with a solemn appearance, which made people respect him.

When Wu Feng saw those monks who worshiped Buddha, he noticed a problem. Many monks' monks' clothes were broken, and some even had patches. These monks had pale faces and thin skin. Obviously, the incense in the temple was not very popular at all, and the incense was very small, so the life of these monks was relatively restrained.

At this time, Wu Feng understood why Master Lefan kept asking them for alcohol. He suddenly asked for seven or eight jars and felt that he was a lot. It turned out that this Dakong Temple had no money and was poor, so he was so poor that he was so poor.
Chapter completed!