After doing all this, Yilan took out a letter from his bosom and gently placed it in front of the porter. The content of the letter is not visible, but the three big characters of [farewell letter] on the cover can be seen clearly.

It was only at this time that Zi Feile suddenly remembered one thing. They keep saying 'host and host', but in fact, everyone has forgotten the true meaning of hosting.

The host did not accept the teachings! This brings us to the difference between the presiding officer and the abbot. The abbot is a monk who receives and transmits the Dharma, and if there is a file to prove his lineage, the abbot does not need to have a lineage.

Temples with abbots must have a sound system, and there must be certain requirements for personnel and scale, and temples with abbots alone are not necessarily.

The abbot generally has a lot of influence, for example, the abbot needs to be approved by the provincial Buddhist association and prepared by the Buddhist association, and the abbot is not necessary.

Generally speaking, as long as there is a temple, there is an abbot, and the abbot must be a large-scale temple group to have one.

The abbot can serve as more than one temple at the same time, but the abbot cannot. To put it bluntly, the presiding officer is the actual leader of a temple, and he also serves as the general manager and administrative director.

The abbot, on the other hand, is the person who comes from the 'headquarters', or the person who is approved by the headquarters. Leaning more towards spiritual leaders.

But think about it, the master of Yideng used to be the presiding officer of this temple. After his old man left, Yilan naturally 'took over'.

And now, Master Yideng is 'resigned', anyway, there is still the abbot of Zhenhui in the temple, and there is no chaos.

But.... He didn't know that the abbot in the temple had already died, and the quilt had run away.

"Amitabha." Without too many words, a Buddha name is enough to show the reluctance of a lamp.

"Master." Wen Renfeng leaned over and tried to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Zi Feile understands a little and understands a little. A lamp master, this is reluctance and nostalgia. It is not Hanshan Temple that is nostalgic, but this world.

Don't forget, from his old man's point of view, he is going to the outer heavens to descend demons and eliminate demons! Then the atmosphere became a lot silent, Wen Renfeng and the fat man went to drive, Zi Feile and others waited in the yard.

"Later, you will drive, and I will go to the sky." When he was about to get into the car, Zi Feile said suddenly.

“？？？” I was puzzled.

"Let's go, I'm worried that it's not going to be peaceful." With the perception of luck pranayama, the vision in the heavens may not be better than that on the earth, but it can respond in time.

The speed of the car is still very fast. At this point, go back at the high-speed around the city, and the speed can soar to one hundred and two.

Now the perception range of luck pranayama is so large, even if it senses something, before it can react, it is almost there.

Everyone didn't say much, those who should get in the car got in the car, and those who should drive drove the car. After the car started, Zi Feile closed his eyes slightly and felt it.

"It's okay, it's windy tonight, and it's not small." Flying against the wind sounds easy, but in fact... It's difficult.

Zi Feile also dared to play like this after having the fluctuation of the wind. Fortunately, there were no moths along the way, but Zi Feile's hard work was not in vain.

There was just no one looking for trouble on the road, but from the sky, there were several cars constantly crossing and tracking the monk of Yilight.

The cars drove all the way to the player community, and once they entered the fence, the tracked vehicles were out of the way.

Zi Feile understands that these people may be related to the high-level. Because they are all ordinary people, they don't have a pass, and they can't enter the player community.

However, if you use a pass or a registered license plate, you will leave a trace.

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to do this." Zi Feile sighed slightly. It wasn't obvious before, but now it's getting a little clearer.

The relationship between the top management and the players is very delicate. No one in power can accept a bunch of uncontrolled 'time bombs'.

But the players are so weird that they have to accept it. Because it exists, you have to accept it. This has become an established natural law, just like the rain in the sky and the four seasons of early summer, autumn and winter.

"Fatty, you take a lamp master, stay here first." Through one of the brotherhood's stewards, Zi Feile arranged accommodation nearby.

The traces of the Master of One Light can't hide from the people of the Fourth Miracle, because they still have to use their teleportation array to go to the Miracle Sea.

What Zi Feile has to do now is to speed up as much as possible, so that Master Yideng can be over there and have a foothold.

Today's events have touched him a lot, and he has also understood some high-level 'sensitive nerves'. They can't control the player, because it's a natural law.

But the 'martial arts practitioners' must be in their own hands. Those few named after the zodiac, eighty or ninety percent are the power in the hands of a certain big man.

The warrior monk rooster is obviously dissatisfied with the little novice monkey, which can be seen from his demeanor. This is a player's disobedience to ordinary people.

From this small group, the epitome of social contradictions can be seen. Who leads whom? Can you lead?

How to lead? Can you be a good leader?

"Mr. Feng, let's go back to the super management committee and report today's situation to President Cheng." Zi Feile spoke quickly.

Chenlong's appearance has put a lot of pressure on him, and his plans have changed, and he must now have to race against time.

In fact, he only came back from Arad for two days. It can even be said that he has not even settled down, and has been running non-stop.

But this trip is useful. Miracle Sea, Territory. As long as we can lay down and defend there, then we will have a base and the capital to 'survive'.

Get up and use crystals to quickly pull up the level. As for the business on the side of the super-management committee..... That can only be talked about.

Super-Pipe. After the two of them returned to the super management committee in a hurry, they did not see Cheng Qianfan for the first time. In the middle of the night, people sleep in the dormitory, so you can't knock on the bedroom door, right?

In case it is Li Xifeng who opens the door, how embarrassing it is! Zi Feile was thinking about the miracle sea area, and he was crazy about how to 'punch holes' and 'fill explosives'.

Digging ditches or something, it's easy to say. It's a lot of work, but it's not hard for extraordinary players. The key point is to drill the hole and fill the explosives, leading out the groundwater.

Time passed little by little, and when he arrived at the work point, Wen Renfeng put down his phone with a desperate face.

"Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry, and it won't work to cling to the Buddha's feet in battle!" Zi Feile patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Hug the Buddha's feet in battle, and the Buddha will give you a kick!"

"Mr. Feng, make good use of the advantages of capital!"

"The advantage of capital...", I muttered twice when I heard the wind, and I had a plan in my heart. People die for money, birds die for food, senior engineers are not short of money, that... What about crystals?

What about the extraordinary? If one doesn't work, find two, and if two doesn't work, find three, four, five, six. The senior engineer doesn't want to come, but the mage is always okay, right?

The ditch is no longer dug and is transformed by earth magic. The dynamite eye is gone, and the water veins are directly blasted open with magic.

Manpower can't do it, but divine power can!