Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 115 Jade Spring

A flash of cold light, and the last man, unable to escape in time, was slain by Chen Feng's sword.

[Experience +500]

Chen Feng pretended to fight, and it took him a while to deal with the three people. One was Qi Condensation and the other was Qi Tempering, which meant he gained two thousand experience points.

"Flying Fish Ferry is truly a great place; we made a fortune on the very first day." Chen Feng thought to himself, then turned his gaze to the dense forest and called out in a deep voice, "Come out, I see you."

A burly figure emerged from under the tree; it was Lu Kui.

"Lord Lu?" Chen Feng frowned slightly, then quickly realized that he had been used as bait.

Fortunately, he didn't reveal his trump card when dealing with the three small fry, and Lu Kui was unaware that he was in the Enlightenment Realm.

"Not bad." Lu Kui clapped lightly.

Chen Feng remained silent, only touching the corpses. He quickly extracted a number of pills and identification tokens of the Canal Gang from the three corpses on the ground.

"The Cao Gang is powerful, so I must be careful. You did a good job today, eliminating three enemies for the gang before I could make my move," Lu Kui said slowly.

Chen Feng wouldn't believe his nonsense. Lu Kui must be testing him. Otherwise, he would have come out long ago instead of quietly watching Chen Feng fight three opponents.

He was putting on a show for a blind man, who thought a big fish had come.

"Then don't forget to give me extra contributions, Lord Lu," Chen Feng said, tossing the three tokens to Lu Kui.

Lu Kui raised his hand to catch the identity token of the Canal Gang, raised an eyebrow, and before he could speak, he saw Chen Feng had already left, heading towards Yuquan Temple.

They were both giving warnings and probing, they were too cunning. Hong Wei was much more straightforward.

As Chen Feng pondered the matter, he became increasingly convinced that his decision to conceal his strength was the right one.

Lu Kui doesn't seem like a good person, and I wonder what he's thinking. It's best to be cautious. Chen Feng quickened his pace.

Soon, a temple came into view.

The vermilion temple gate was half-closed, and the three large characters "Yuquan Temple" on the lintel were vigorous and ancient. At this time, there were no noisy worshippers in front of the gate, only a few birds perched on the eaves.

Chen Feng walked to the door, raised his hand and gently knocked on the brass ring on the door, the sound clear and melodious.

A moment later, a young novice monk dressed in a gray robe opened the door, clasped his hands together, and said in a calm tone, "Greetings, benefactor. May I ask what brings you here?"

"I am Chen Lang from the Canglang Gang. I have come to pay my respects to Master Xuanji. Please inform him of my arrival." Chen Feng nodded slightly.

The young novice monk looked Chen Feng up and down, noticing his dark silver robe, and immediately nodded, saying, "Please follow me, benefactor."

After saying that, he turned and entered the temple, with Chen Feng following closely behind, and followed the young novice monk all the way to the rear hall.

The temple was filled with the fragrance of incense. Chen Feng's nose twitched slightly, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Please wait here for a moment, Master is receiving guests." The young novice bowed and withdrew.

Chen Feng's pupils contracted, and his heart trembled violently.

I remembered.

I remember everything.

The strange smell on the sachet I found after killing the rebels outside Yongning Bay that day was a mixture of spices and incense!

There is only one Cihang Temple in Yongning Bay.

"Could it be that Cihang Temple is colluding with the rebels and plotting a rebellion?" Chen Feng couldn't help but wonder.

But what could a group of monks possibly want? If they truly cared about money and power, they wouldn't have become monks in the first place.

Chen Feng muttered to himself: It might just be a coincidence. Cihang Temple is very popular, and it's understandable that there are many people there to make it easier to meet.

Then he recalled the small note he had found in the brocade pouch, its writing crooked and messy, like graffiti.

Chen Feng's expression was strange. Could the coded messages on it be ancient Buddhist script?

It's entirely possible!

The rebels were involved in a serious matter, so Chen Feng decided to stay away from Cihang Temple from now on.

He asked himself honestly, he was just an ordinary citizen, and it was better not to get involved in these messy things, lest he be dragged into a whirlpool from which he could not get out.

As I pondered this, a young monk in white robes passed by in front of the hall.

Chen Feng suddenly felt something and looked up, only to find himself staring at the white-robed monk.

For some reason, my heart suddenly trembled.

The white-robed monk paused, looking at Chen Feng with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, an old Zen master approached.

The old Zen master didn't hide his aura either, his Enlightenment Realm cultivation level was laid bare: "Xuan Kong, it's time for you to leave."

The white-robed monk nodded slightly upon hearing this, as if greeting Chen Feng, and then left without looking back.

"Benefactor Chen Lang?" the old Zen master asked.

Chen Feng then snapped out of his daze and bowed respectfully, saying, "Master Xuanji."

The old Zen master before me is the person I am here to visit.

"Who was that just now?" Chen Feng asked about the identity of the white-robed monk. He had a vague feeling that the white-robed monk was very strong.

Zen Master Xuanji clasped his hands together, sighed softly, and then answered irrelevantly: "Benefactor Chen Lang, I already know your purpose. This old monk has been retired for many years and will not interfere in the conflict between the Canglang Gang and the Canglang Gang, so please rest assured."

Chen Feng was somewhat moved.

The master is indeed a master. He remains silent about questions that have been asked, yet he can provide answers to questions that haven't even been asked yet, as if he were a tapeworm.

Such a clever way of changing the subject.

However, since the master had said so, Chen Feng couldn't stay and continue questioning him.

The white-robed monk was just a chance encounter, and his question was purely out of curiosity. The master didn't want to answer, so Chen Feng wouldn't pry.

So he bowed slightly, preparing to leave, knowing that he would complete his mission as long as he delivered the master's original words to Lu Kui.

Whether Lu Kui, with his narrow-mindedness, believed Zen Master Xuanji's words or not was beyond his control.

Xuanji: "Please wait, benefactor."

Chen Feng stopped and turned to look at Zen Master Xuanji. "What guidance do you have, Master?"

"Amitabha, could you do me a small favor, benefactor?" Xuanji asked earnestly.

Chen Feng pondered for a moment: "Master, please speak."

He didn't mind making a good connection. He had inquired before coming and learned that Master Xuanji was charitable, compassionate, and a truly worthy high monk.

Xuanji slowly said, "I have a pilgrim who is a fisherman. Before he sets sail, he always brings his daughter to the temple to pray for blessings. Over time, the girl became familiar with the monks in the temple and would come over to play on weekdays."

But for some reason, I haven't seen that pilgrim again, and the girl has never come to the temple again. Could you please ask on my behalf to inquire about her?

Chen Feng asked in confusion, "Is that all?"

Xuanji nodded: "That's all."

Chen Feng seemed to be deep in thought. This request sounded incredibly simple; all he had to do was go to the fishing village, take a look, and inquire about the girl's situation.

Could it be because of his status as the head of the Canglang Gang? Chen Feng wondered to himself.

Just like his visit to Yuquan Temple this time, on the surface, it seems that asking the master's attitude is something that ordinary followers could also do.

In fact, as a highly accomplished monk who has attained enlightenment, the master must be given sufficient respect. Apart from Lu Kui, only Chen Feng, the head of the main hall, carries enough weight.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng agreed.

"Don't worry, Master, leave it to me."

"This old monk thanks you for your help. My pilgrim is named Zheng Shuisheng. His fishing village is not far from the temple. You can see it by walking a short distance upstream along the river."

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