"Amitabha!"

After a Buddha horn, everyone saw the "two monks" walking out of the crowd, wearing eight treasure robes, full of Buddha light, golden lotus under their feet, holding a Jiuhua tin rod in one hand, low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, following behind.

Ouyang Yuan and the others were shocked, was this person blocking his sonic skill just now?

Is he the patriarch in the mouth of this group of loose cultivators?

But that looks too young, doesn't it?

Ye Feng clasped his hands together and said softly: "You are all wealthy factions, how can you play right and wrong like this and reverse black and white? Those two dishes cost more than 30,000 yuan? The hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and Qishu ginseng on my mountain have never been so expensive, and the cold dishes of the donor's family are more precious than my mountain ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum?"

Ye Feng came up and gave them a big hat first, are your snow grits and snow lotus very awesome? My family's Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are not so expensive? Of course, he is completely nonsense.

And as soon as those scattered cultivators saw Ye Feng come forward, the anger in their hearts suddenly burst out, and they roared angrily.

"Black shop!"

"Black shop!"

"Black shop!"

"Black shop!"

They were furious! The patriarch said that the hundred-year-old Lingzhi and Qishu ginseng on his mountain are not so expensive! Your snow lotus is even more awesome than this?

When Zhao Laoliu heard this, he almost fainted without any anger.

What the hell are you monks, you just brag and don't make drafts!

You bring some of the Ganoderma lucidum ginseng from your mountain over for me to see!

But Ye Feng didn't care about that, and said with a bitter face: "Who did it first just now?"

Suddenly, hundreds of voices shouted behind him.

"Tianshan faction!"

"Tianshan faction!"

"Tianshan faction!"

Ye Feng sighed softly: "Scattered cultivation is already poor, how can he still endure such oppression?"

"I can't stand it!"

"I can't stand it!"

"I can't stand it!"

There are many small factions and scattered cultivators, and with Ye Feng taking the lead, this momentum suddenly came up.

In the crowd on the side of the big faction, there are already people who are furious, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with what Ye Feng said, right?

Wrong wrong!

This guy is not right!

Many of the disciples present at the time felt that what Ye Feng said was wrong, but they just didn't know how to refute it!

Seem...... According to Ye Feng, it seems to make sense?

Ouyang Yuan frowned and looked at Ye Feng, "This little master, where is the master?"

In fact, he just wanted to find an opening statement, and before the formal conversation, wouldn't it be like this? Ask you where you are! However, he never expected that his words would actually stab the hornet's nest.

Ye Feng didn't speak, and the group of loose cultivators exploded directly.

"What's going on?"

"Master Ouyang wants to threaten my family ancestor?"

"Let me tell you, my patriarch is the Bodhi patriarch of the Reclining Buddha Mountain Lamp Ancient Temple!"

"Little Master, the Patriarch is already over 130 years old this year!"

"What a shame!"

"In front of the patriarch, dare to hold the big, even if the intelligent Zen master of Shaolin comes, he has to call the senior!"

"That's it, Zhang Zhenren of Wudang is here, and when he sees the patriarch, he has to call Brother Buddha!"

This group of people is more exaggerated than the other, and they don't know where they made up the news, and now even Zhang Zhenren of Wudang has hung up.

All the heads of the big faction also changed their faces, if one or two said this, they would still laugh it off, but these hundreds of people said this, is this true?

The Bodhi Patriarch of the Reclining Buddha Mountain Lighting Ancient Temple?

I haven't heard of this person in the rivers and lakes at all?

Still more than one hundred and thirty?

That doesn't look too bad, doesn't it?

At this time, Wang Mingren, the eldest disciple of Wudang, couldn't bear it anymore, and said with a calm face: "The family teacher is already one hundred and thirty-eight years old, you don't have to joke about the family teacher!" Wudang Zhang Zhenren, that has always been the existence with the highest rank in the rivers and lakes, suddenly appeared a patriarch who made Zhang Zhenren have to be called a Buddha brother?

At this time, Ye Feng said softly: "People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees are autumn." Although the old man has spent 139 years, he is nothing special, just the most inconspicuous speck of dust among all living beings. ”

Do people live for a lifetime?

Autumn in the grass and trees?

Whose life is not a lifetime?

Everyone was stunned, seeing life so clearly?

Ye Feng's words stunned others, but Lin Yi over there almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, he knew Ye Feng's bottom line!

One hundred and thirty-nine?

Do you have thirty-nine?

Twenty-nine is not there!

You're twenty-five!

No, you're twenty-six on your birthday!

Wudang just said that his master is one hundred and thirty-eight, and this product is one hundred and thirty-nine?

Obviously on purpose!

However, at this time, Shaolin's master of quitting dryness stood up, "Forgive the poor monk for being lonely and unheard, and I have never heard of the name of Wofoshan!"

"It's normal not to have heard of barren mountains and mountains. ”

Ye Feng said casually, looking at this monk, he suddenly remembered that the abbot of Shaolin seemed to have given him a letter, saying that he would hand it over to the people of Shaolin when he saw him.

"Are you a Shaolin monk?" Ye Feng asked.

"Poor monk Shaolin quit dryness!"

"Good. Ye Feng nodded, "Come forward, I have something to hand over to you." ”

Qu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and took a few steps forward.

Ye Feng took out a letter from his arms, "This is what your abbot entrusted me to bring to you." ”

"Huh?"

Quan Dry took it in surprise and opened it to take a look.

This letter was indeed written by the abbot of Shaolin himself, and it had their special mark of Shaolin on it, which no one else could forge.

The letter is written a bit much, and the general meaning is that the person in front of you is Ye Feng, not only can no one beat him, but he has a deep Dharma, and he has changed all the Buddhas left by the ancestor...... wrote a lot of messy, and talked about what Ye Feng did in Shaolin, how he preached the scriptures, and how he almost turned Shaolin into a degree. Moreover, at the end of the letter, the abbot repeatedly emphasized that this man is what he says!

Confused!

Quit being bored!

looked at Ye Feng with a dull face!

"Ancestor, ancestor is well!"

As soon as he accepted the letter, he said hello to Ye Feng with an explosion in his heart, and his attitude was very different from just now. He also understands what the abbot and senior brother mean, this Ye family is about to rise again! You can't clean up a Su world, plus a Ye Feng, you can't beat it at all! Now hurry up and turn your way, don't participate in that leaf falling conference!

The greeting of quitting dryness suddenly shocked the eyeballs of the ground.

What the hell is this?

Is this really a Buddhist patriarch?

Originally, everyone still didn't believe it, but after reading the letter, the master suddenly had this attitude, which made everyone a little unable to react!

Ouyang Yuan asked, "Master Quit Dryness, is that letter from Shaolin?" They all saw that Ye Feng had given him a letter.

"Amitabha!"

Qu dryness said: "It is written by my senior brother himself, and my senior brother said that this Bodhi patriarch is my predecessor of Buddhism, and he only came down to the mountain a few days ago, so let me wait for a good life to worship." "The identity of quitting dryness has changed quite quickly, and he has a hundred trusts in his abbot brother.

Ouyang Yuan was stunned, "Tang Tu Patriarch!" Although this patriarch looks very young, but thinking about it, the head of the Carefree Sect is also more than a hundred years old, and Zhang Zhenren of Wudang is one hundred and thirty-eight, but he looks about the same as an old man in his seventies. This patriarch looks so young, which shows that people's cultivation is higher! Thinking of this, Ouyang Yuan remembered the Buddha horn that resisted his sonic wave just now, this is clearly the Heavenly Dragon Zen chanting of Buddhism!

Patriarch!

This is definitely the patriarch of Buddhism!

Moreover, the senior monks of Shaolin have all recognized this patriarch, and they have no way to deny it!

However, now, things are really difficult!

Suddenly, a Bodhi Patriarch recognized by Shaolin appeared, and he was obviously on the side of casual cultivation, so he had to be handled carefully.

Ouyang Yuan asked, "Patriarch thinks, how should this matter be handled today?"

"Amitabha!"

Ye Feng lowered his eyebrows and said: "We are all here to participate in the Falling Leaves Conference, we are people in the same way, don't hurt the harmony for these trivial things." Judging from the old man, there is no need to apologize to the big faction present, let's compensate these poor casual cultivators for the cost of medicine, 100,000 yuan per person, no less. ”

Ye Feng has a face of compassion, he is really a living Buddha of all living beings!

However, when those big faction people heard this, they almost vomited blood!

Don't we need to apologize?

When the hell did we say we were going to apologize?

Also 100,000 per person?

Nima, why don't you grab it!

This gave Ouyang Yuan anger, if it weren't for Shaolin's face, he would definitely slap it over!

You are so compassionate and pitiful to all sentient beings, but why don't you pay for it yourself?

Let him take the money, and you will go to Pudu sentient beings?

"Ancestor, do you think this is possible?"

Ouyang Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Heh, one hundred thousand, one thousand, one person can't be more!"

Ye Feng suddenly clasped his hands together and said, "Donor's mercy! Then one thousand for each person!"

Well?

Ouyang Yuan was stunned.

What's that?

One thousand for one person?

He just said it casually!

Didn't you say that one hundred thousand people can't be less?

Why am I suddenly compassionate?

What are your principles as a patriarch?

What about your demeanor as a master?

What kind of patriarch is this Nima?