Chapter 975: Jueyuan call

When the words fell, Zhao Long covered his head. He felt a little dizzy in his head. These days he was treated as a blood bank, and it was naturally uncomfortable. He was originally a muscular man, but he seemed to have become the thin man with glasses in the past.
"Damn, how did I become like this?"
At this time, Zhao Long also found his physical condition, and was shocked.
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "You almost died."
"I almost died? What happened these days? How come I don't remember anything." Zhao Long looked dumbfounded.
"It's nothing. It's okay now, as long as you are okay."
Zhang Yifeng didn't explain too much. After returning, Zhao Long needed to replenish his body well before bleeding and poisoning.
Soon after Zhao Long woke up, the woman next to him also woke up. This woman is not a member of Sole City, but a villager nearby.
Zhang Yifeng sent her back to the village, and only then led Zhao Long back to the only city.
Zhao Long's body needs to be recuperated. Zhang Yifeng asked him to take a good rest. After rest, he puts 400cc of blood every day. Zhang Yifeng took an hour to refine some pill for Zhao Long. After taking this pill, he can relieve the blood toxin after half a month.
After doing all this, Zhang Yifeng returned to his room.
He took out the Suppression Scroll again, and penetrated his mind. A dark space appeared in the divine consciousness.
This dark space is where the Suppression Scrolls use to imprison demons.
At this moment, there is only the red spirit of the corpse. Hong Ling lay on the ground in a large font, as if sleeping.
Zhang Yifeng ignored the red spirit, withdrew his consciousness, and carefully looked at the scroll of Suppression.
At this time, the Suppression Scroll had become wordless again. But as long as Zhang Yifeng's thoughts move, the text will be displayed on it. It records all kinds of demons suppressed by the Suppression Scrolls from ancient times to the present.
Zhang Yifeng still feels incredible, he never expected that he would get such a magic weapon.
Even, he was a little scared.
If he hadn't killed Shen Qingteng and offended the Shen family, if it hadn't been for the Shen family to send someone to kill him twice, he would not get the Suppression Scroll. If he could not get the Suppression Scroll, he would die in the hands of the corpse Red Spirit, and the Red Spirit would bring a disaster to the entire China.
This seems to be like what the Buddhism said, everything in the world has a causal connection.
Just as Zhang Yifeng sighed in his heart, the phone rang. As long as he returned to the dunya, Zhang Yifeng would take the phone out and put it in his pocket.
After looking at the electric display, Zhang Yifeng's pupils trembled slightly.
The call was from Monk Jueyuan.
What is this monk doing?
After adjusting his mind, Zhang Yifeng answered the phone.
"Amitabha Buddha, Donor Zhang, don't come here unharmed."
Jue Yuan's voice came right away.
"If you have anything to do with me, just talk about it." Zhang Yifeng asked. Based on his understanding of Jueyuan, as long as he called, something would definitely happen.
"The donor really knows the poor monk. The poor monk said it straight. These days, the donor is blessed and misfortune, but in general, it is a blessing in disguise."
Zhang Yifeng frowned and said, "Talk about the important points."
"Amitabha, donor, I guess you will go to the hidden gate again soon. This time, please take me."
"Bring you?"
Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. This was the first time that Jueyuan said he was going to the hidden gate.
"Didn't you say you don't go to the hidden gate?"
"Donor, I never said that I would not go to the hidden gate, but that the time has not come."
"Is that here now?" Zhang Yifeng frowned and asked.
Jueyuan nodded, and said calmly, "It's almost there."
Zhang Yifeng was silent, and then said again: "I have a question that I want to ask you all the time. There is Buddhism in the hidden gate, right?"
"Have."
"That's weird, I have been to the hidden gate so many times, why haven't I heard of Buddhism."
"Because Buddhism is not powerful, it has not formed a huge sectarian power. They all practiced their own."
Zhang Yifeng understood that Jueyuan meant that the Buddhist gates in the hidden gates are scattered all over the hidden gates, and they are not unified, and there are temples of all sizes. Nevertheless, the power of Buddhism still cannot be underestimated. It is very possible that there are masters of Buddhism in a small temple.
"What are you doing at the hidden gate?" Zhang Yifeng asked again.
"Amitabha, if the poor monk said that I went to the hidden gate to help you. Believe it or not?"
"letter."
Zhang Yifeng spoke without hesitation.
"But I want to know how it is good for you to help me."
Zhang Yifeng didn't think that Jueyuan chose him, and unconditionally deduced his fortune, predicting good and bad, really nothing. There must be something in his body that he needs to feel round. Or, Jueyuan needs Zhang Yifeng to do something for him.
Some things that Jieyuan couldn't do, but Zhang Yifeng could do.
"Amitabha Buddha, it's okay to tell the benefactor honestly. The poor monk spent 30 years of life as a price to derive a future. And this future, only you can bring me. I want to go to a place. A true Buddhist practice The land is also the hometown of my patriarch. Only there can my Dharma go further."
Zhang Yifeng seemed to have thought of something, but still questioned: "Where is that?"
"A more powerful place."
Zhang Yifeng's eyes lit up, and he guessed that where Jue Yuan was talking, it was probably Lingyue Continent.
By the way, Zhang Yifeng remembers that Jueyuan said that his master's master came out of the hidden door. So, what about the master's master's master, or even his patriarch? Could it be that the Patriarch of Jueyuan's line came from Lingyue Continent?
The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Yifeng felt that this possibility was great, otherwise, how could Jueyuan know that more powerful place.
Zhang Yifeng felt that if he wanted to figure out these things thoroughly, he had to join the mysterious sect of the hidden gate.
All these are definitely related.
"Donor, in three days, I will come to Weiwu City, and arrange a place for me to clean up. When you go to the hidden gate, call me."
Jueyuan's voice came again.
"it is good."
Zhang Yifeng nodded, Jue Yuan wanted to go to the hidden gate with him, which was definitely a good thing for him. The mysterious and unpredictable Jueyuan is likely to be a great force, so why not take Jueyuan?
"Donor, so be it, don't disturb your cultivation."
Jueyuan spoke again, saying that he had hung up the phone.
Zhang Yifeng put away the phone and continued to consolidate and improve his cultivation.
Jueyuan called him, fearing that he had calculated his plan to develop in the hidden gate. The next time Zhang Yifeng enters the hidden door, he will definitely make a big move at the hidden door.
After all, he is a man who wants the same Hundred and Eighth City and the Eight Main City as enemies.
By the way, a royal city has to be added to the Shen family, maybe a royal family will be added in the end.
In other words, Zhang Yifeng is almost going to be the enemy of the entire hidden gate. But what is there to be afraid of?