"In, go in? Really, that Buddhist Li Zhishen wouldn't mind?"

The young man in the lead was stunned when he heard Zhang Yifeng's words, and then he showed excitement. Could he still talk to the legendary disciple in person?

"Of course, I believe he won't mind, come in with me."

Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, then took the three of them into the yard openly.

The Buddhists outside the yard watched Zhang Yifeng appear suddenly from outside again, and then entered the yard with three new faces, and for a moment they all looked stunned.

However, the person they were waiting for was not Zhang Yifeng, so they just looked at Zhang Yifeng and then withdrew their gaze.

After a long time, Zhishen, with a tired face, appeared from a distance, and then walked towards the yard with a helpless look on his face.

However, after taking a few steps, Zhishen felt that someone was monitoring him around, and the number of people was quite large.

But this naked surveillance means, what does the person coming mean? Are you going to target him explicitly?

There were countless possibilities flashing through Zhishen's heart. Then, when he was about to take action at any time, a figure suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

Zhishen was so scared that he almost cut down with a knife, but Zhishen still had no impulse because there was no murderous intent on the person coming.

When the person who came was close, Zhishen looked at the look of admiration on the other person's face and knew what was going on.

He didn't expect that these fanatical fans would be so enthusiastic. At this time, he was just playing his disciple and was surrounded and intercepted by so many Buddhists.

Finally, Zhishen broke through the Buddha Heart Square and then secretly left the Buddha Heart Square.

As a result, when I returned to the front of the yard, I encountered an ambush again. If I had known this, I would have let Zhang Yifeng play this role.

However, Zhang Yifeng does not look like him, and the most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng does not know Buddhism, and he cannot use the sword knife for a long time.

So this is still something that plays the role of Zhishen’s disciple.

After rubbing his forehead hard, Zhishen helped a young Buddhist who accidentally fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

"Ahem, don't worry, I will not leave even if I stand here. Why did I get hurt? "

Zhishen's concerning voice warmed the young Buddhist hearts, and then he shook his head and signaled to Zhishen that he was fine.

"It's fine, so it's better to go back early to rest and prepare for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you really like my Master, he wouldn't want you to get a bad ranking at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony because of your love for my Master."

Zhishen said without blushing, but in fact, he still felt a little fucked to what he said to him in his heart.

However, after hearing Zhishen's words, the young Buddhist's eyes lit up slightly. Then he stood up and bowed to Zhishen, and then ran away without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhishen frowned and muttered in his heart: "This person is not a mute, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even mute can be a Buddhist now. It's really my Buddha's compassion."

Of course, these are what Zhishen said in his heart. He would not say it in front of others, otherwise wouldn’t that destroy his personality?

Momo shook his head, then Zhishen continued to walk towards the yard. On this journey, there was no fanatical fan as rushing out like the mute Buddhist just now.

Zhishen returned to the yard safely and as soon as he stepped in, he saw Zhang Yifeng sitting casually in front of the stone table in the yard, sucking the spiritual tea in his hand.

Next to Zhang Yifeng were three young Buddhists who had never seen before. Seeing these three looking at him, Zhishen didn't know that they were also his fanatical fans.

But why did these people appear in the yard? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng put them in?

Zhishen frowned as he thought, and looked at Zhang Yifeng who was savoring spiritual tea in front of Shi Zhuo, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"Well, you are Lord Li Zhishen. We just looked at the outside of Buddha Heart Square and couldn't see your appearance clearly. Now that we are so close, we can finally see our appearance. Your appearance is indeed exactly the same as Senior Zhishen when he was young!"

When the young Buddhist monk in Sanming saw Zhishen Zou Jin's yard, he immediately walked forward quickly. He first looked at Yan Zhishen carefully, and then said with his eyes emitting light.

"Oh? Have you ever seen my master look like when he was young?"

Zhishen raised his eyebrows and found that someone knew what he looked like when he was young, which was quite unexpected.

"Ahem, I don't know if Senior Zhishen has told you that he once saved a painter casually. At that time, in order to thank Senior Zhishen for saving his life, my father drew two portraits of Senior Zhishen on the spot."

"One copy was given to Senior Zhishen on the spot, and the other copy has been passed down from the artist's house to this day. I am the descendant of the artist's family, so I have seen the face of Senior Zhishen. It's a pity that the book was lost on the road of my family's migration, otherwise it could be passed on forever."

The young man in the lead said helplessly that the loss of the scroll was not what their family hoped for. If they could, they naturally wanted to keep the scroll properly.

But Lingzhou is extremely chaotic. Often, when they are unaware of the situation, the war may burn to the side, and they cannot even ensure that they themselves can. How can they preserve a scroll?

Zhishen listened to what the young man said, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

The painter's paintings were indeed vivid, so he kept the scroll in his hands. But he didn't expect that the fate of the past would meet the descendants of the painter again today.

The painter's painting skills have reached a level of superb level. Although he is not a monk or a Buddhist, if his painting style can be tempered, he may even become an immortal through painting.

"My master once told me about this matter, you should be talking about this scroll."

After Zhishen said that, he fumbled in the storage ring for a moment and saw a simple painting tube appearing in Zhishen's hand.

"This thing is also destined to be with you. Since the copy has been lost, I will leave it to you. I hope it can be preserved properly. Don't lose the face of your ancestors."

Zhishen said with a serious look on his face, and then handed the scroll in his hand to the young Buddhist in front of him.
Chapter completed!