Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 172 The Mysterious and Terrifying Old Blind Monk

Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan made some preparations before going out. The two of them walked on streets lined with fully grown parasol trees. It was deep autumn, and the parasol trees glowed golden, inevitably offering a sight that was pleasing to the eyes and spirit-lifting.

This time Ye Feng no longer needed a wheelchair. The couple strolled arm in arm. But even as a sovereign ruler, Ye Feng didn't wear anything particularly branded. They both looked quite young, really in their early twenties, just like any ordinary couple you might see on the street.

To Hong Qingyan, it was precisely this feeling that she loved the most. She considered herself just an ordinary woman, with a gentle and approachable nature. Therefore, every time she faced the kingly aura that Ye Feng exuded, she undoubtedly felt a tremendous pressure.

Only now did she truly feel a peaceful happiness.

"Big Brother Ye, where shall we go next?" Hong Qingyan asked softly.

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the Jiang City River.

Ye Feng said, "Let's go eat something first. I've heard that there are lantern decorations at night, and we can take a boat ride on the lake here. Also, there's an Iron Mountain Temple across the lake, a famous historic site that we can visit."

"Sure, I'll go along with what Big Brother Ye plans!" Hong Qingyan said with a gentle smile.

Right away, the two found a clean and quiet noodle shop on the pedestrian street and tasted the local special rice noodles. After dinner, they headed to the lakeside, ready for a boat ride.

Just then, Ye Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed. He immediately felt someone was following them. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Hong Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Big Brother Ye?"

Ye Feng's eyebrows relaxed immediately, and he smiled, "It's nothing. Let's go boating on the lake."

In fact, he had already sensed that indeed someone was following them. If his guess was correct, it should be a few so-called wealthy families from Jiang City.

However, Ye Feng couldn't be bothered with them. These wealthy families might look high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were just ants. Ye Feng's real target was the Jiangzuo Alliance."@@@@

As night fell, it was a perfect time for couples to come out for intimate meetings. A black-awning boat quickly paddled over. After agreeing to pay extra, the two boarded the boat.

There were two large phoenix trees on either side of the Inner Courtyard. It was deep autumn at the time, and leaves were falling everywhere. But where the Blind Monk had swept, not a single leaf could be found.

Since the Blind Monk did this every day, everyone had become accustomed to it, naturally attributing it to his proficiency.

While Ye Feng was sizing up the other party, the Blind Monk also seemed to sense something. Though he continued to sweep, he had already lifted his head and looked in Ye Feng's direction.

Even though the Blind Monk was blind, Ye Feng had the feeling that the other person could somehow see him, as if he was being scrutinized with a penetrating gaze.

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, for it was ultimately a bit impolite to stare at someone for such a long length of time. After a moment of thought, he stepped forward, brought his hands together in greeting, and said, "Master, I am a bit thirsty. May I have the honor of some tea?"

This was, in truth, a test.

The Blind Monk leaned the broom against his chest, brought his hands together, and said, "Amitabha. I am but a simple Sweeping Monk, deaf and blind. Your Excellency is of noble status, and I have no fine tea to offer. I should go and invite the abbot of Jinshan Temple instead."

Ye Feng waved his hands with a smile, "You are too modest, Master. As they say, 'The greatest hermits hide in plain sight.' In my opinion, not just in Jinshan Temple, but perhaps in the Entire Jiangdong, there would not be a second person who could be compared with the Master, right?"

The Blind Monk was momentarily taken aback before smiling and responding, "I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. Please come this way then. However, due to my poor eyesight, I'll still need to ask the abbot to come over."

After saying this, he turned and walked inside. Although this Old Blind Monk could not see, his steps were very stable, and his complexion was rosy, with a vitality that was quite enduring.

Hong Qingyan, who was confused, asked, "Big Brother Ye, why are you insisting on having this Master serve us tea? Is there something special about him?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Indeed, there is something special about him. I dare say, in the Entire Jiangdong, probably only this Old Master's tea is the most delightful. Let's go in."

Saying this, the two walked past the side door of the courtyard and then entered the Zen Rooms inside.

Three Zen Rooms formed a small quadrangle courtyard. In the yard, there was a stone table with a set of simple tea utensils on top. Around the court, bamboo was planted, creating a sense of tranquility.

When Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan stepped into this bamboo courtyard, aside from the Blind Monk, three others had already appeared. Three monks in luxurious robes and Kasayas, who seemed to be the abbot and the stewards of Iron Mountain Temple, were in attendance.