I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Chan Yuan stopped when he heard this.

He turned around and looked at Yan Xiu with confusion in his eyes.

"May I ask this donor's name?"

Yan Xiu smiled faintly and replied: "I am just an insignificant person in the secular world."

When Shen Zhi knelt down and saluted Yan Xiu just now, Monk Chanyuan was not present, so naturally he did not know his identity.

When facing Yan Xiu, Monk Chanyuan's attitude is completely different from his attitude towards Shen Zhi.

After all, Shen Zhi is a famous hero, so naturally I have to be friendly to him.

He restrained his previous politeness, and his voice was a little majestic and cold.

"Since you are an insignificant person, you should be careful in what you say and do, and don't overstep the boundaries!"

After saying that, he snorted coldly and was about to leave.

"Master Chanyuan is in a hurry to leave, could it be that he wants to hide something?"

As soon as these words came out, Chan Yuan's heartstrings suddenly tightened.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Xiu with sharp eyes.

"I have lived my life with integrity and have done things in an upright manner. How can I be ashamed of myself?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu raised a faint smile and calmly proposed.

"Since Master Chanyuan is so open-minded, why don't you lead us to Jingxin Hall to find out what's going on?"

At this moment, the abbot of Zen meditation signaled to his fellow disciple with his eyes and spoke earnestly.

"Junior brother, since you have a clear conscience, then you should do what Mr. Shen asks to dispel everyone's doubts."

Chan Yuan was secretly glad at this moment.

I had just hidden the incense burner in time, otherwise the other party would have noticed something.

"Since the host brother has spoken, I will certainly obey."

The next moment, his tone suddenly changed.

"If nothing related to evil things was found, how will this donor explain it?"

Having said this, Monk Chanyuan's brows clearly revealed a hint of anger.

As the saying goes, even a clay figure can have some temper, not to mention that Chan Yuan is a highly respected master.

There are many believers in Lingchuan Prefecture who offer their worshippers sacrifices to them.

Now being questioned by this "unknown person", even a gentle person would inevitably feel unhappy.

"If nothing has been found, then I, Shen Zhi, am willing to apologize to Master Chan Yuan in front of all the martial arts heroes today. How do you think?"

Before Yan Xiu could speak, Shen Zhi stepped forward and spoke loudly.

He knew that Chan was far from clear about Yan Xiu's identity.

Even if Yan Xiu put forward any conditions, the other party would definitely not agree.

Now that he has become famous, Monk Chanyuan will probably have no reason to refuse.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Chan Yuan agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, in that case, please follow me."

Soon, everyone followed Chan Yuan to the Jingxin Hall.

As always, the Jingxin Hall is bustling with many Fanyin Temple believers.

When the two highly respected masters, Chan Ding and Chan Yuan, appeared in everyone's sight, the believers came forward and bowed to them respectfully.

"Disciple greets the two masters!"

"Master Chanyuan, the magic weapon you gave me last time is really effective. My mother's headache has really stopped coming back!"

"My wife stayed in Fanyin Temple for one night and immediately became pregnant. It was all thanks to the Buddha's blessing!"

The believers gathered around the two meditating figures, their faces filled with joy and gratitude, and they vied with each other to share their stories.

Master Chanyuan smiled, put his hands together, and greeted the believers one by one.

"Donor Shen, these are the believers who came here to fulfill their vows after bringing back the consecrated instruments from Jingxin Hall. Now that you have seen it with your own eyes, do you still doubt me?"

There was a subtle hint of complacency in his tone.

Shen Zhi's face was calm and his words were indifferent: "Master Chanyuan, please lead us into the inner hall to have a look."

Witnessing this scene, Chan Yuan sneered inwardly and mocked himself.

"You won't cry until you see the coffin!"

As they talked, they came to the inner hall.

The moment you step into the inner hall, the chaos and noise from the outside world seem to be blocked by an invisible barrier and disappear in an instant.

This place is like a holy land that has not been contaminated by the world, bringing unprecedented cleansing and peace to people's souls.

Even the abbot of the Chanding Temple couldn't help but show a look of piety on his face.

"Donor Shen, please feel free to search as long as you do not disturb my inner hall."

Chan Yuan clasped his hands together and stood aside with a confident smile on his face.

He was certain that the place where he hid the incense burner was extremely secretive and no one could find it except himself.

Shen Zhi explored the inner hall meticulously, not leaving out any inch of space, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Chan Yuan watched this scene from the side, and the sneer in his heart became more and more intense.

It seems that just as I expected, this guy is just all show and no substance.

"Donor, how is it?"

Chan Yuan asked the question at the right time, his tone calm but mixed with a subtle hint of sarcasm.

At this time, Shen Zhi turned his gaze to Yan Xiu.

The reason he did this was entirely because of his unconditional trust in Yan Xiu.

Shen Zhi knew that as long as Brother Yan took action, there would be nothing he couldn't accomplish.

After Yan Xiu noticed Shen Zhi's gaze, he slowly walked out with his hands behind his back.

He walked steadily and leisurely in the inner hall, as if following an invisible rhythm, and every step revealed his calmness.

However, Yan Xiu kept knocking here and touching there, seeming to have no idea what to do.

"Donors, please know that I have treasures hidden in my inner room.

These include precious scriptures handwritten by the former abbot of the Da Baoen Temple in Beijing. I hope you will pay extra attention to them when you go out."

It seems to be a well-intentioned reminder, but in fact it contains sarcasm and ridicule towards Yan Xiu's fruitless search.

In response to these words full of hidden meanings, Yan Xiu simply smiled indifferently, obviously not taking them to heart.

At this moment, Yan Xiu stopped abruptly and turned his sharp eyes to Chan Yuan.

"I have to say, you hid this incense burner in a good place."

As soon as the word "incense burner" came out of his mouth, Chan Yuan's face suddenly changed.

This subtle change naturally did not escape the eyes of Chan Ding and Shen Zhi.

"Junior brother, what is the incense burner that this donor is talking about?"

There was a flash of disbelief in the Zen abbot's eyes, and he asked anxiously.

When Shen Zhi heard this, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

Unexpectedly, after searching everywhere for nothing, Brother Yan revealed the true face of the bald Chan Yuan with just one sentence.

"Master Chanyuan, it seems that your practice is still a little lacking!"

Chan Yuan naturally understood the meaning of Shen Zhi's words.

He quickly adjusted his mood and regained his calmness.

"I really have no idea what you mean by incense burner."

He answered very calmly, trying to hide his inner turmoil.

Chan Yuan suddenly realized that the other party must be deceiving him.

Just imagine if Yan Xiu knew the exact location where the incense burner was hidden, why would he bother talking to me and could just find it directly.

In this case, there is only one possibility.

That is, the other party should know the existence of the incense burner, but doesn't know where I have hidden it.

Seeing that Chan Yuan was still trying to act crazy, Yan Xiu snorted coldly.

"It seems that Master Chan Yuan will not cry until he sees the coffin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xiu's figure suddenly became as swift as the wind and he had arrived somewhere in an instant.

I saw him stretch out his right hand sharply, and his movement was as fast as thunder, reaching straight to somewhere.