Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 382 - 379: Secrets of Heaven must not be revealed (Fifteenth update! Please Subscribe!)_1

Chapter 382: Chapter 379: Secrets of Heaven must not be revealed (Fifteenth update! Please Subscribe!)_1

The bodyguard was taken aback, he didn’t expect the others to be so impolite.

But they were right, they had no right to stop others from worshipping Buddha.

This Ziyun Temple was not owned by him alone.

But they had to ensure the safety of the important person inside.

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and sternly said, "Can’t go in means can’t go in, stop talking and just leave!"

Ren Feifan ignored the three men in front of him and said to Cui Ying and Xu Shihan, "Let’s go. We’re going in!"

With that, Ren Feifan walked in.

"Kid, are you courting death?"

A sinister look flashed across one of the bodyguard’s faces as he pushed Ren Feifan’s chest, trying to force him away.

But to his utmost surprise, the moment his hand touched Ren Feifan, a terrifying force was transmitted. He was sent flying without warning, coughing up blood.

"Good dogs don’t block the way. If there’s a next time, it won’t be as simple as being sent flying."

Having said that, Ren Feifan entered the Ziyun Temple directly.

The other two bodyguards did not even attempt to stop him. They were shocked that their companion was sent flying without even fighting. They dared not imagine what would happen if they fought!

Just as Ren Feifan was preparing to take another step, a stick fiercely came smashing towards him.

Ren Feifan quickly gathered True Qi in his palm and struck the stick. Despite this, he was still pushed back a few steps.

A monk in his thirties appeared at the entrance of the temple. He glanced at Ren Feifan and the bodyguard lying on the ground spitting blood, then sternly said, "This is a sacred Buddhist place. What do you intend by hurting people in Ziyun Temple?"

Ren Feifan looked at the monk in front of him without affection.

He had noticed the monk when the three guards were blocking their path.

The monk did nothing to intervene but stepped in after Ren Feifan had taken action. Wasn’t this clearly looking down on them?

The monk’s strength was impressive, especially the power behind that stick. Otherwise, Ren Feifan wouldn’t have been repelled.

Could this be the legendary Sweeping Monk?

Could such a small temple produce such an expert?

"I don’t intend to harm anyone. It’s just that some people can’t see clearly," said Ren Feifan.

The monk glared at Ren Feifan, stuck his stick in the ground, and coldly snorted, "You have a strong murderous intent. Ziyun Temple doesn’t welcome such guests. Please leave quickly."

The monk was clearly trying to dismiss the guests.

There was a regular visitor praying inside the temple. It was best not to disturb them.

Ren Feifan lifted his head to look at the gold lettering on the Ziyun Temple. He stepped forward, "In Buddhism, they say, ’put down the cleaver, become a Buddha on the spot.’ I suppose I’m not even qualified to lay down my weapons here, am I? Hehe, Ziyun Temple is nothing more than a sham!"

At these words, the monk’s face changed slightly.

He didn’t expect Ren Feifan to have such deep knowledge of Buddhism. Indeed, even those with the heaviest karma were accepted by Buddhism.

This is the tolerance of Buddhism.

But it’s not right for him to disrespect Ziyun Temple.

The monk wielded his stick and swung it down. Ren Feifan prepared to intercept without a second thought!

Just then, an authoritative voice came, "San Jie, you must not be disrespectful!"

The monk’s stick stopped in the air, and a look of fear crossed his face.

Ren Feifan quickly noticed an elderly monk with white eyebrows and a beard approaching.

The appearance of the old monk made most of them nervous.

"Master," said the monk wielding the stick, bowing respectfully.

His arrogance was nowhere to be seen. He was clearly afraid of the abbot.

The abbot snorted coldly, "San Jie, is this how you treat the devout believers who come to worship?"

"But that man..."

San Jie, the monk, was interrupted by the abbot before he could finish his sentence.

"Fool! The believer inside has been chanting sacraments for hours. Does our Ziyun Temple only open for him?

Is the abbot scolding me?

How is this possible?

Even though he was slightly taken aback, he still readily accepted his wrongdoing, "Master, I was reckless. I will copy the Great Compassion Mantra a hundred times."

The abbot didn’t say anything, but with piercing eyes, he looked at Ren Feifan and said, "The three of you, I’ve been waiting for you for a while."

Ren Feifan glanced at Xu Shihan and Cui Ying. Both of them nodded in agreement.

After all, they would have a chance in a lifetime to be guided by the revered Master Wutian. They couldn’t refuse their offer.

Once Ren Feifan arrived at the back yard of the temple, the flowers and plants made him feel as if he had entered a different world. Undoubtedly, the abbot of Ziyun Temple was someone who understood the subtlety of the mood.

Upon entering the meditation room, the three sat down.

To their surprise, the abbot of Ziyun Temple lit a stick of incense and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

After a long time, the abbot opened his eyes. His black eyes seemed to be able to see through the human heart.

"I’ve been waiting for the three of you here for some time." His distant voice made them shudder with cold. How could his voice seem to be coming from a distant valley even though the old monk was right before their eyes?

And the abbot has been waiting for a while?

How could that be?

Master Wutian was a revered monk. Could he be waiting for the three of them?

"You don’t need to be puzzled. The three of you have extraordinary destinies and are rare talents among all human beings. It’s worth my time to wait for you."

The abbot continued.

However, Ren Feifan couldn’t help but think of those swindlers out in the world, wasn’t this exactly how they started their scams?

A smile crept onto Ren Feifan’s face, "Well, abbot, since you say our destinies are good, why not predict my future?"

"What is your name?" asked the abbot.

"Ren Feifan."

The abbot nodded, closed his eyes, and his fingers moved quickly. Suddenly

.

"Puff———" The old abbot suddenly opened his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked extremely feeble.

"Abbot!"

Cui Ying and Xu Shihan hurriedly supported the old man, who had somehow been injured.

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, quickly took out a silver needle, and started treating the abbot’s injury.

He was somewhat uncertain. How could such an accident occur when they were simply having their fortunes told?

After an unknown amount of time, the abbot slowly awoke, looked at Ren Feifan, and pointed at him in shock. "You...you...you are the one with the imperial and extreme malevolent destiny from a few days ago!"

"Imperial destiny? Extreme malevolent destiny?" Ren Feifan murmured in confusion.

Where did this Extreme malevolent destiny come from?

What the hell?

And the Imperial Destiny? Was it implying that he was to become an emperor? In the 21st century, there was still talk of imperial destiny. What was the abbot trying to say?