At that time, Qingfeng Temple was still packed with people.
Lin Heng sat outside by himself, allowing the incense burners to worship freely. Occasionally, when some young people couldn't resist approaching for a chat, he would more or less respond to them.
This made many young girls' hearts race with excitement.
However, with the arrival of a group of uninvited guests, the atmosphere at Qingfeng Temple suddenly became much more eerie.
"Look, so many monks are coming up the mountain. What are they planning to do?"
The exclamations caught the attention of the visitors, and Lin Heng also turned his gaze towards the mountain path not far away. When he saw it was people from Zen Spirit Temple, he slightly furrowed his brow.
Fa Ling from Zen Spirit Temple was a well-known figure in Chang City. When many incense burners recognized him, they all showed worried expressions.
"The abbot of Zen Spirit Temple actually came to Qingfeng Temple. Could it be he's looking for trouble?"
