Chapter 793: Dead Fellow Daoists Never Die Poverty

It's okay for them to fool pilgrims who don't understand, but when facing experts, they don't work at all.

Even Han Fengyang, who is the master of the Taoist temple, is only at the beginning level of a master.

Medicine is even worse.

If Ye Fan dies, then the Qinglin Temple will be broken.

He can't afford this Qinglin Temple!

"Brother Wu."

Han Fengyang looked at Wu Zhonghao with an extremely complicated expression. He took a deep breath, looked at Wu Zhonghao extremely solemnly, and said, "Brother Wu."

"What you said is true?"

"certainly."

"Although I don't want to admit this matter, it is indeed true."

Wu Zhonghao gave a wry smile, and said helplessly, "My old man asked me to come and meet Zhang Zhenren, just to report the sad news to Zhang Zhenren."

"Damn it!"

Han Fengyang, who has always been calm, is not calm now. He still expects Ye Fan, his junior brother, to be his cow and horse and make money for him.

Now that Ye Fan is dead, after Master Zhang has died, there will be no masters and medical sages in charge, so who would care about the local and foreign dignitaries?

Without income, what would he do to support the fifteen little mistresses he raised outside?

Those little widows at the foot of Shishu Mountain, who can give me noodles every month!

The flower-picking Dao technique he practiced can no longer be practiced!

"Which bastard killed my junior brother?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Han Fengyang's face was full of anger, wishing he could tear Lin Feihang into pieces!

Han Fengyang began to roar!

"It's the eldest son of the Lin family in Jiangbei City, Lin Feihang."

Looking at the extremely angry Han Fengyang, Wu Zhonghao smiled wryly, and said, "He is very strong, probably not at the level of a general, but at least half a general."

"Gudong."

"forget it."

Han Fengyang, who was gnashing his teeth and yelling to kill Lin Feihang just now, was scared instantly.

Like all the children of luck, when Ye Fan was alive, the forces behind him were naturally in a mess.

The child of luck usually has a good master, and then there are a group of senior brothers who are jealous of him, and senior uncles who are unhappy with him.

Something happened.

The villain's family and sect must be incomparably united. Basically, they beat up the young ones, come to the old ones, and beat up the old ones to come together.

The power of the son of luck is different.

Except for one master, when the others saw the Son of Destiny being beaten, they would all watch the fun and mock the Son of Destiny in various ways.

After the son of luck turned against the wind, they would all go forward with shy faces.

Waiting to be slapped in the face by the son of luck.

This is the case with Han Fengyang at the moment.

Hearing that Lin Feihang, who killed Ye Fan, was probably a master at the general level, he naturally gave up immediately.

"This Ye Fan has nothing to do with our Qinglin Temple. Our Qinglin Temple has absolutely no intention of standing up for Ye Fan and taking revenge on Young Master Lin."

"I also hope that when you see Young Master Lin, brother Wu, you will explain it to us Qinglin Temple."

"You can't let Young Master Lin wipe out our Qinglin Temple."

Han Fengyang didn't feel the slightest blush at the moment, he laughed.

Although after Ye Fan's death, Qinglin Temple will be broken down, and I can't sit and count money anymore.

But having no money is better than being dead.

"Pass it on, and no one is allowed to mention Ye Fan in the future."

Han Fengyang yelled at the supervisor on the side, and quickly drew a line with Ye Fan.

"I rely on?"

Wu Zhonghao on the side was stunned for a moment when he saw this, he didn't expect that Han Fengyang would be so good at playing, so shameless.

He originally thought that Han Fengyang would go to Lin Feihang to avenge Ye Fan in a rage, but he didn't expect that Han Fengyang fell in love instantly.

"Han Guanzhu, are you up to it?" Wu Zhonghao pouted.

"Really Zhang's strength is not weak."

Wu Zhonghao looked at Han Fengyang helplessly and said, "Besides, Lin Feihang, I don't know that Ye Fan is behind you Qinglin Temple."

"Caution is the boat."

Han Fengyang shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if Ye Fan dies or not, as long as I don't die."

"Dead friends don't die poor Taoists."

"Brother Wu, I'm not going to take care of Ye Fan's affairs."

Han Fengyang waved to Wu Zhonghao, and then said: "If you have nothing to do, just go, I won't keep you for dinner."

"I'm going to see Zhenren Zhang."

Wu Zhonghao didn't bother to pay attention to this Han Fengyang anymore, and he was completely convinced by this shameless person.

So Wu Zhonghao walked out of the Qinglin temple directly by detour, and in a wooden house in the back mountain, he found Zhang Zhenren with white beard and hair and a fairy-like appearance.

"Xiao Fan has fallen?"

After Zhang Zhenren heard the news, he was heartbroken and said: "I know he has a test this year, so I asked his brothers to go down the mountain to help him. I thought it was a small difficulty, but I didn't expect it to be life-threatening."

"Xiao Fan, it's because the teacher didn't take good care of you."

"Who killed Xiao Fan?"

Zhang Zhenren looked at Wu Zhonghao with a gloomy expression. It was extremely painful for him to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.

"It's the eldest son of the Lin family in Jiangbei City, Lin Feihang."

"Crack."

Forcibly crushing a steel ball, Zhang Zhenren's eyes were full of fierceness, and he said viciously: "Please stay in Qinglin Temple for a few days."

"After I contact a few friends, I will go to Jiangbei City in person."

"Remove Lin Feihang's head, Xiaofan."

"Sacrifice!"

At the same time, inside the Zheng family villa.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

After Zheng Jundong applied Yunnan Baiyao to Patriarch Zheng's back, he looked at Patriarch Zheng in embarrassment, and said, "Receive for a while, and you should be cured."

"nonsense."

Remembering that it is enough to carry thick wood, but Zheng Jundong insisted on letting himself have thorns, Patriarch Zheng became very angry.

"Master."

Zheng Jundong scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked, "What shall we do next?"

"You said Lin Feihang, did you really let our Zheng family go?"

"Hard to say."

Patriarch Zheng frowned, and said with a complicated expression: "I can't see through him."

"What's the reaction from the Wang family?"

Patriarch Zheng asked again.

Zheng Jundong said: "The Wang family stared at our Zheng family at first, and assumed an attacking posture. But after Lin Feihang left, the Wang family remained silent."

"It must have given up the plot against our Zheng family."

"Wang Longming is a yellow-haired brat, but she still wants to destroy our Zheng family?"

"dream!"

Patriarch Zheng sneered, and said, "He thought I couldn't see that he wanted to take advantage of Lin Feihang's spring breeze to destroy my Zheng family?"

"How can I let him succeed?"

"Patriarch, you are more skilled." Zheng Jundong looked at Patriarch Zheng with admiration, and said respectfully: "Using the clever trick of drawing salary from the bottom of the pot, Lin Feihang was taken care of."

"Without Lin Feihang's help, with my family alone, Wang Longming can't do anything to my Zheng family."

Patriarch Zheng said immediately: "This is for sure."