"Alas -" a long sigh suddenly sounded.

At this time, it was the peak time for Guanyun Tower to be crowded. The second floor was almost full, and there was a lot of noise.

This long sigh overcame the noise of the people and directly reached everyone's ears.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master, here we come."

Monk Rushan turned his head and took a look.

There were four people at a table, all young people in their twenties, each holding a folding fan and dressed like a scholar.

In this early autumn, holding a fan is just for show, to be elegant.

"Why is Brother Sun sighing?" a young man asked.

"Sad for the autumn and sad for the spring, why is Brother Sun feeling so sad again?"

"It's not about the weather, it's about the world." The young man who sighed shook his head: "What kind of world is this? Look at Prince Xin and then look at the civil and military forces of the entire dynasty. It's really chilling."

"I believe that the prince is safe and sound, isn't that fine?"

"Humph, we are safe and sound now, but what about the future? The imperial court is indifferent and is planning how to deal with Prince Xin. It is really chilling!"

"Too."

"What's even more chilling is the Vajra Temple, the holy monk? Haha!" The sighing young man shook his head and laughed several times.

The discussion of the four of them passed through the heavy noise and was directly sent to everyone's ears, making everyone curious and awe-inspiring.

There wasn't much sound, but I could still hear it clearly.

Anyone who can come to Guanyun Tower for dinner has some experience, and they will immediately know that although these four people are dressed as scholars, they are martial arts masters.

"It is said that the abbot of the Vajra Temple is an eminent monk with supernatural powers. He can be described as a divine monk."

"Ha ha!"

"It shouldn't be fake, right?"

"Find a few people to pretend to be patients, and then recite a spell, and they will recover immediately. Haha, it's so ridiculous. How can medical skills be so amazing, can they do this? It's simply outrageous!"

"It's really outrageous!"

"What's even more outrageous is that women are used to seduce people and attract pilgrims. This is even more outrageous and unpopular!"

"It is said that these are the embroiderers from Mingyue Embroidery House. They are considered serious people."

"It's true that the Embroidery Lady is a serious person, but the Vajra Temple is obviously not well-intentioned and deliberately spreads the news so that pilgrims will know about it. Otherwise, the Vajra Temple is so remote, who would know that there is an Embroidery Lady going to offer incense?"

"Exactly."

"Pity these embroiderers, they are pious but they are taken advantage of. This move in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is too excessive, too utilitarian, and incompatible with Buddhism."

"Look at the Feitian Temple next to it, then look at the Vajra Temple, and look at the number of pilgrims, and you will know the difference between the two temples!"

"Feitian Temple really didn't use such vulgar methods."

Fakong looked at Monk Rushan with a smile.

Monk Rushan's handsome face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with anger, he took a deep breath and tried to suppress himself.

Fakong knew that he could no longer hold it in any longer, so he whispered: "Master, don't worry, the fun will come later."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Monk Rushan looked at Fakong.

Any abbot, let alone the abbot, or even any disciple of the other monastery, would not be able to sit still when they hear someone slandering the reputation of the other monastery, right?

But this monk Fa Kong was lucky enough to sit still and listen as if he was staying out of the conversation.

It's really incomprehensible.

Fakong shook his head and said: "If you have a mouth on someone else, how can you control what everyone says? Let him say it."

"But this will affect the reputation of the Vajra Temple and cause fewer and fewer pilgrims, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Fakong shook his head: "Maybe the more you scold, the more curious some people will be. Like the one just now, wouldn't the people who heard it be curious about how beautiful the embroiderer of Mingyue Embroidery House is, so that she attracts pilgrims?

go?"

"You're doing it this way...it's quite strange."

Monk Rushan felt that he and Fakong were from different worlds, and their ideas were too different, but he was also more interested.

People who think the same way can't stimulate themselves when they get along with each other, so they won't be interesting.

Fakong said: "Don't want to see who instigated them?"

"Can you find it?" Monk Rushan frowned.

"I can find it." Fakong nodded.

If it were someone else, I might just give them the money, let them do it, and then cut off contact.

But the person last time was different.

He will definitely give the money afterwards, and he will also give the money in person.

It's not that this person is stupid, it's just his character.

If you don't do this, the person will feel uncomfortable, restless, and uneasy.

He can understand this person very well, because he himself is like this, a typical case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Monk Rushan fell silent, picked up bamboo chopsticks and began to eat. While eating, he listened to the four people talking nonsense and constantly attacking the Vajra Temple.

"Pah, pat, pat, pat..." Suddenly, a series of slaps sounded, continuous and rhythmic.

Fakong shook his head.

This Lin Feiyang!

Monk Rushan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This reminded him of the scene where he was restrained earlier. The speed was too fast and he was already hit without giving himself time to react.

Lin Feiyang appeared at the four-person table, holding one person's shoulders with one hand. He held down whoever wanted to get up, until all four of them sat firmly in their chairs.

He looked down at the four pale-faced people and said, "That's nonsense!"

"You...you in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple are so overbearing..."

"Shut up!" Lin Feiyang glared at him.

The young man immediately shut up.

Lin Feiyang stared at them coldly: "If you say one more word, it will be a slap. It depends on whether you talk more or I slap more!"

The four of them shut their mouths, looked at each other, stood up and left.

Lin Feiyang did not stop him, sneered at them, and then smiled at the curious people around him: "Don't listen to their nonsense, everyone, our Vajra Temple is very good. The abbot, Master Fakong, has great supernatural powers and boundless Dharma. Everyone,

I'll tell you when you go. You are welcome to go to the other courtyard to offer incense and say goodbye."

He cupped his fists and disappeared.

Monk Rushan smiled: "Hey, your attendant! It's really..."

This is obviously to cause trouble in the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple, ruin the popularity and attract hatred. It is strange that there are so many pilgrims in the other courtyard of Kongang Temple.

Especially the tone of doing business in the last picture is simply ridiculous, extremely funny, extremely ridiculous!

Fakong sighed, he no longer had any hope in Lin Feiyang's approach, so he wasn't too disappointed.

He smiled and said: "Shall we go over and take a look?"

"Now?"

"Just follow quietly."

"...It's okay, let's go and see who this sacred place is!" Monk Rushan threw down his bamboo chopsticks, furious.

Feitian Temple and Kongang Temple do not deal with each other, and of course the outer courtyards do not deal with each other, but if they do not deal with each other, they will not deal with each other. If outsiders provoke them, then it cannot be tolerated!

This is using yourself as a swordsman and using the outer courtyard of Kongo Temple as a monkey!

——

The two put down their bamboo chopsticks and came outside Guanyun Tower.

Lin Feiyang flashed and appeared next to him, whispering: "They are deliberately turning in circles, afraid that others will follow them."

Fakong nodded and motioned for him to continue following.

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Monk Rushan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Lin Feiyang's figure, still shocked in his heart.

This time it wasn't a sneak attack, but he was so close in front of us that we couldn't detect his presence, as if he was just a shadow.

Fakong smiled and said: "We just walk slowly, Lin Feiyang will follow them."

"What kind of movement is he doing?"

"The Royal Shadow Sutra." Fakong smiled and said, "Master, have you ever heard of it?"
To be continued...