Chapter 185: Ancestor Zhengyang, encounter at Dahe Temple!
The golden light that flew out from the Zhengyangmen Mansion was not slow, and in a few breaths it arrived a hundred meters away from Lu Feng. `
The golden light dissipated, revealing a square-faced bald old man. The bald old man exuded a masculine aura, but like the setting sun at dusk, he also had an unpleasant smell of decay.
"Ancestor Zhengyang!"
When Lu Feng saw the person coming, he glanced at the mansion under the clouds and guessed about 80% of the bald old man's identity.
Lu Feng established the Red Leaf Society for many years and had also gained a lot of intelligence about the surrounding area. Naturally, he also knew a lot about the evil neighbor Zhengyang Sect and had long known the general situation of the Zhengyang Patriarch.
Now, seeing this bald man with a masculine spiritual aura, and a strong man appearing on the territory of Zhengyang Sect, who else could it be except the ancestor of Zhengyang.
Seeing that Lu Feng recognized his identity, Patriarch Zhengyang laughed and admitted generously:
"Haha! Daoist friend, you have good eyesight. Yes, I am the head of Zhengyang Sect, Zhengyangzi. Although I am a little old, I am not worthy of being called the ancestor! I just don't know how to address you, Daoist friend?"
While chatting and laughing, Patriarch Zhengyang asked about Lu Feng's identity again.
However, Patriarch Zhengyang was too short-sighted to recognize Lu Feng. Patriarch Zhengyang could sense the powerful aura from Lu Feng and knew that this was a fellow who was not easy to mess with.
No one goes to the temple unless he has something to do.
The old ancestor was a little nervous about Lu Feng's arrival.
"Haha, it seems that Fellow Daoist Zhengyang doesn't care much about things. You and I have been neighbors for more than ten years. I didn't expect that when we met today, you still didn't recognize me!" Listening to the serious inquiry of Ancestor Zhengyang, Lu Feng's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he smiled faintly.
"Neighbor!"
Hearing what Lu Feng said, Patriarch Zhengyang was stunned at first, pinching the white beard on his chin, and then a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.
When talking about the Red Leaf Society, Patriarch Zhengyang still remembers it vividly.
He had not forgotten the grudge against him over the murder of hundreds of his Zhengyang Sect disciples and an elder by the Hongye Society, and also snatched away a famous low-grade magic weapon, the Lieyang Burning Flame Flag, from the Zhengyang Sect.
The resources in the Earthly Immortal Realm are scarce. Although the Fiery Sun Burning Flag is a low-grade magic weapon, it is also a treasure that the Zhengyang Patriarch spent a lot of time and effort to refine and use to guard the mountain gate.
The Fiery Sun and Burning Flame Flag was stolen, and Patriarch Zhengyang was so heartbroken that his heart was bleeding.
If he had not been in seclusion at the time, Patriarch Zhengyang would have already raided the gate of the Red Leaf Society and demanded the Fiery Sun Flag.
Later, when he came out of seclusion, he heard that the Hongye Society had started a war with the Wanshan League and luckily won the battle. After much consideration, Patriarch Zhengyang suppressed the idea of attacking the mountain gate.
“Looking at President Luo of the Red Leaf Society, he should be going to participate in the Water and Land Ceremony of the Dahe Temple. President Luo has a strong aura. It will be difficult for me to win if I fight him now. Let me pretend to be friendly with him and bring him to the Dahe Temple. I will discuss with my friends and then go and cause trouble for him.” Patriarch Zhengyang thought deeply and soon made a decision.
When Patriarch Zhengyang was young, he studied martial arts at Dahe Temple.
Later, after some changes, he left Dahe Temple and built the famous Zhengyang Gate near the Dahe Temple.
Few outsiders know the origin of this.
Patriarch Zhengyang suppressed his nameless anger, remained calm on the surface, pretending to be amiable, patted his bald head, and said apologetically: "Daoyou Luo, I am really sorry. Our two families have been neighbors for so many years, and I have never visited you. Some of the hatred between the two families has not been resolved. Today, I will apologize here first! Daoyou Luo, if you need any compensation, as long as I can give it, just let me know!"
Patriarch Zhengyang put himself in a very low position with his words.
All the responsibility for the feud between the two families was put on the Zhengyang Sect.
"Did he do it on purpose? Or was it an accident? I have a feeling this old man is probably pretending!"
Seeing the performance of Patriarch Zhengyang, Lu Feng felt a sense of déjà vu.
There's always the feeling that he used to act like a minion when he was hanging out in the Botanical Garden, bowing his head when he met a strong man.
Although Zhengyangmen is a bad neighbor, the friction between Hongyehui and Zhengyangmen is still within a small scope and has not reached the point of mortal enemies.
Do I need to be so humble just to meet Lu Feng and hear his words of greeting?
"This Zheng Yangzi is probably overacting. I want to see what tricks you can come up with!" Lu Feng thought to himself.
On the surface, Lu Feng also pretended to be generous, saying that the hatred between the Hongye Society and the Zhengyang Sect was not great, and everyone could take a step back, turn hostility into friendship, and help and love each other among neighbors.
As for the matter of compensation, there was no need to mention it. Anyway, the Red Leaf Society did not suffer any loss that year, so Lu Feng just let it go generously.
"Forget it. Then who will compensate me for my Fiery Sun and Burning Flame Flag? Who will compensate me for the lives of the elders of Zhengyang Sect and hundreds of disciples?" The Zhengyang Patriarch roared in his heart, furious, but he still had a kind look on his face and chatted with Lu Feng enthusiastically.
The obsessed Zhengyang Patriarch completely forgot that everything that happened back then was caused by the greed and malice of the Zhengyang Sect members.
The two old foxes chatted for a long time and became familiar with each other.
At this time, Patriarch Zhengyang suddenly remembered something, slapped his bald head, and said regretfully:
"We were having a pleasant chat. I almost forgot about Brother Luo's business. Brother Luo has received an invitation from Dahe Temple to attend the Water and Land Dharma Assembly! I have also received an invitation. Why don't we go together and have a long chat when we reach the gate of Dahe Temple?"
"Okay, that's what I was thinking. Floating in the sky and chatting, without anyone to rely on, will only increase consumption." Upon hearing the suggestion of Ancestor Zhengyang, Lu Feng nodded in agreement.
After Lu Feng agreed, Patriarch Zhengyang did not plan to bring his men with him. With a flash of golden light, he led his men and flew away.
"Such a slow speed. It seems that this Zhengyang Patriarch has only cultivated one spiritual vein. Judging from the smell of mana on his body, he has not cultivated an ordinary five-element spiritual vein, but a yang spiritual vein! Quite interesting!"
Seeing Patriarch Zhengyang flying in front, Lu Feng observed for a few breaths and made a judgment.
Lu Feng didn't take Patriarch Zhengyang's strength seriously. The giant octopus monster and the native Orleans in his Qingmu Spirit Realm were enough to pin Patriarch Zhengyang to the ground.
Even if he conspired with other people in Zhengyang Sect, Lu Feng was confident that he could protect himself.
Then, Lu Feng slightly reduced his flying speed, maintaining the level of almost two human-level lower-grade spirit veins, maintaining the flying spell, and slowly caught up with the Zhengyang Ancestor who was flying in front.
Above the black cloud, although Luo Xueqing was a little confused as to why the president's flying speed suddenly slowed down after meeting Patriarch Zhengyang, she tactfully stood beside Lu Feng without saying a word.
Seeing Lu Feng catching up, Patriarch Zhengyang, who had been maintaining 80% of his speed, raised his eyebrows and thought to himself.
"President Luo of the Red Leaf Society can fly at such a speed with only a maid. His strength is really strong! According to the information from his subordinates, he is only about twenty years old from the time he was born. When he first became famous, he was just a top-grade Taoist child. In just twenty years, he has become stronger than his old ancestor. At least he has cultivated two spiritual veins in the spiritual realm! In this era, there is still such a speed of cultivation. I'm afraid he has something valuable on his hands."
Thinking about Lu Feng's background and strength, Patriarch Zhengyang became more and more excited.
If we can kill this man in Dahe Temple and get his chance, I, the ancestor, might be able to cultivate a spiritual vein and live another hundred or eighty years.
During the flight, the two old foxes had their own thoughts, but on the surface they were still in harmony.
Along the way, Patriarch Zhengyang also introduced the scenery and local forces to Lu Feng in a familiar manner, acting like an old senior or big brother.
After flying for most of the day, the moisture between the sky and the earth gradually increased.
Not long after, a wide river appeared in the sight of several people in the air.
"This is the Changfeng River, the largest water vein in Liangzhou. It runs across the east and west and nurtures countless creatures on the land!" After flying over the Changfeng River, Patriarch Zhengyang slowed down his flight speed and introduced.
"The Changfeng River is indeed wide!"
Lu Feng sighed. Luo Xueqing beside him saw this scene for the first time, and her beautiful eyes were full of excitement.
The surface of the Changfeng River is several miles wide, flat and slow-flowing, stretching as far as the eye can see. In the eyes of Luo Xueqing, who has never seen the vastness of the sea, it is indeed magnificent.
However, in Lu Feng's eyes, the Changfeng River is just that.
No matter how big and wide the water veins on land are, can they be as vast as the sea area that encircles the Trandi sub-continent into an island! Can there be a storm sea that even a first-level wizard has to be cautious when crossing it!
However, Lu Feng just wanted to act according to the situation and sighed at the right time.
"Country bumpkin! You are stunned by such a beautiful view. Why are you still practicing the way of earthly immortals? You might as well go home and plant sweet potatoes! You have wasted such a good opportunity!"
Seeing Lu Feng's performance, Patriarch Zhengyang looked down on him in his heart. This kind of scene was just the most common scenery outside Dahe Temple. He was tired of seeing it when he was practicing in Dahe Temple.
Patriarch Zhengyang seemed to have selectively forgotten his behavior when he was led by the monks in the temple to the Changfeng River.
He was so amazed and speechless that he almost fell into the water from the boat. If it weren't for the monks in the temple's quick eyes and hands, he would not have been known as the Zhengyang Patriarch.
"Follow me, I'll take you to Dahe Temple!"
After enjoying the scenery of Changfeng River, the three people, led by Patriarch Zhengyang, crossed the river. Not long after flying along the river bank, they saw a magnificent temple built on the cliff on the river bank.
The red walls and golden tiles stretch for miles along the coast. At first glance, Dahe Temple looks like golden sand spread on the cliffs on the shore, dazzling and colorful.
Countless devout believers entered the Dahe Temple like ants to pray and burn incense.
The incense dissipated, and Lu Feng and his companions could smell the scent of incense in the air.
It can be seen that Dahe Temple is prosperous and flourishing here.
Together with Patriarch Zhengyang, they flew over the mountain gate of Dahe Temple and went deep into the temple. Then they landed on the clouds in front of a temple that was filled with a strong aura and was built in the most luxurious and magnificent way.
As soon as they landed, several monks with strong auras, led by a kind-looking old monk, came forward to welcome Lu Feng and Patriarch Zhengyang.
"I am a humble monk from a distant place, nice to meet you two donors!" The kind-looking old monk shouted the Buddha's name and introduced himself.
There was no need to show an invitation letter; Lu Feng and Old Ancestor Zhengyang's aura of being Taoists naturally confirmed their identities.
"Xinyuan, you haven't forgotten me, have you? Let me introduce you to this person. This is the president of the Red Leaf Society, Fellow Daoist Luo. His strength is not inferior to ours, and he is also considered a strong man!"
Before Lu Feng opened his mouth, Patriarch Zhengyang walked up to him familiarly, started chatting with Xinyuan, and introduced Lu Feng.
"Amitabha, it is an honor for Dahe Temple that Donor Luo can come to attend the Dharma Assembly!" After hearing the introduction of Patriarch Zhengyang, the old monk Xinyuan smiled even more and greeted Lu Feng warmly.
Lu Feng also smiled as he communicated with the old monk Xinyuan, who was familiar with this Dahe Temple.
After just a few glances, Lu Feng knew that the old monk Xinyuan from Dahe Temple who came to greet them was also a powerful figure who had achieved the spiritual realm.
"I just don't know how many monks like him there are in Dahe Temple, or how many people are stronger than him."
After they talked for a while, another red cloud fell from the sky, revealing a barbarian warrior in strange clothes.
"The people from Wanshan League are here! Zhengyangzi, please show Fellow Daoist Luo around first, and let me greet this new fellow Daoist!" Seeing the barbarians coming, the old monk Xinyuan apologized and went to greet the barbarians from Wanshan League.
The task of the old monk Xinyuan is to receive all parties coming to participate in the water and land ceremony, so naturally he would not lose his manners.
Lu Feng glanced at the barbarian from the Wanshan League. This person was probably at the level of cultivating a spiritual vein. His aura was of the same lineage as the female barbarian who had cultivated to the spiritual realm and whom he had killed before.
His whole body exuded a strong bloody aura, and was entangled with many resentful ghosts. The strong smell of blood was incompatible with the magnificent and upright atmosphere of Dahe Temple.
"Could this person be the relative, friend, teacher or friend of that female barbarian? What a contrasting scene. It seems that Dahe Temple is not a serious place!" Lu Feng thought to himself.
Although Dahe Temple is a temple, it is also a powerful force.
When it comes to power, the distinction between good and evil is sometimes not so clear.
Because all forces are gray.
The barbarian warrior seemed to have noticed Lu Feng's gaze and looked towards Lu Feng. When he saw Lu Feng's appearance, the barbarian warrior's face, which was covered with strange totem patterns, instantly twisted, and a raging fire burned in his dark eyes.
"Amitabha!"
However, at the majestic Buddhist chanting of the old monk Xinyuan, the barbarian warrior forced himself to turn his head away and stopped looking at Lu Feng. Then, he followed the guidance of the old monk Xinyuan and left the place.
Seeing the performance of the barbarian warrior, Lu Feng touched his chin, looked at Luo Xueqing beside him, and thought to himself:
"It seems that I have provoked many enemies in the Earthly Immortal World along the way, Wanshan League, Zhengyang Gate, and if I say one more word, Dahe Temple seems to be an enemy as well."
Lu Feng sighed, and after some calculation, he felt as if he had entered a dangerous place.
The second opportunity for him to make a fortune in the world of earthly immortals was the information and memories in the remaining soul of a disciple of Dahe Temple.
I have resumed updating. I had a boring day today, but my thoughts finally became clearer in the evening. I should be able to write more tomorrow.
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