Chapter 1777: Chapter 1773: News of Lin Langtian!
At night, Ren Feifan could only drag his exhausted body back to the hotel, temporarily setting aside the matter of finding Lin Langtian.
He knew all too well that Lin Langtian wouldn’t be easy to locate, and might even require him to pay a significant price.
Sun Qingqing, aware of Ren Feifan’s fatigue, packed so food and brought it upstairs. She then gave him a relaxing massage on the bed.
Her skills were impeccable.
Afterward, the two shared an intimate mont, before Ren Feifan resud his research.
This ti, instead of searching for leads on Lin Langtian, he shifted his focus to the Formation-laden temple on Dujiang Mountain.
The temple on Dujiang Mountain was called the Thousand Buddha Temple.
Though it housed no thousand Buddhas, the na originated from an incident a thousand years ago when thousands of light beams burst forth from the temple—an event many believed signaled the descent of a thousand Buddhas, prompting widespread worship.
At that ti, golden light was seen as a symbol of Buddha, and people revered it deeply.
Thus, the Thousand Buddha Temple ca to be known as it is.
Ren Feifan muttered to himself, already certain that those thousand beams of light had nothing to do with any Buddhas. More likely, it was the aura of a breakthrough.
Still, he couldn’t determine whether this extraordinary phenonon was caused by one individual or a thousand others.
Ren Feifan noticed another intriguing detail: none of the benevolent donors who repaired the Thousand Buddha Mountain left their na.
In those days, most benefactors perford acts of charity with so underlying motive—if nothing else, for a good reputation. How could their nas be entirely absent?
Moreover, why wouldn’t the temple erect a monunt of rit for their contributions?
This was highly unusual.
The deeper Ren Feifan investigated, the more peculiar the Thousand Buddha Temple seed.
The Formation was eerie, the old monk enigmatic, and the inaccessible rear courtyard—which seed untouchable—added to the sense of foreboding.
The more Ren Feifan pondered, the more unsettled he felt, prompting him to call Wang Zhen at the National Security Bureau late at night with instructions to retrieve footage from all caras near Cheng City’s Thousand Buddha Temple and dispatch a tech team to analyze three years’ worth of surveillance image data.
But Wang Zhen soon inford Ren Feifan that the surrounding caras had no data.
They had long been destroyed.
Ren Feifan paused in thought before instructing Wang Zhen to broaden the scope, analyze any usable surveillance data nearby, and extract all faces detected.
The net of justice is vast and sparse yet catches everything. Lin Langtian had lived for this long—there had to be traces left behind!
At three in the morning, the phone rang, and Ren Feifan answered it on the balcony.
Wang Zhen’s team had worked through the night to compile the data, producing a total of 7,289 images.
All the photos were sent to Ren Feifan’s email.
Ren Feifan logged into his email using a tablet and began reviewing the images one by one.
After half an hour, his eyes felt strained as he reached the 3,974th image.
Still, he hadn’t found the person he was looking for.
The images were mostly of ordinary individuals, such as herb gatherers or worshippers. Nothing stood out.
Just as Ren Feifan began to succumb to drowsiness, a particular photo suddenly caught his eye.
It depicted an elderly man, dressed plainly, with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes appeared no different from those of other elderly folk.
Yet Ren Feifan spotted a gaze that seed to pierce through the fabric of existence!
The imnse, tiless aura carried by those eyes was impossible to replicate!
Lin Langtian!
It had to be Lin Langtian!
Ren Feifan was overwheld with joy, imdiately forwarding the photo to Wang Zhen and asking him to send over the video footage as well.
Soon after, Ren Feifan viewed a video of the elderly man standing with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at a sea of clouds, deep in thought.
A closer look revealed his feet were nearly floating off the ground.
This was a true powerhouse!
Ren Feifan threw off his blanket and told the half-asleep Sun Qingqing lying beside him, “I’m heading out.”
Without waiting for her reply, Ren Feifan donned his clothes, went to the garage, and drove an off-road vehicle back to the Thousand Buddha Temple.
…
Thirty minutes later, Ren Feifan finally arrived at the temple.
The temple gates were shut, faint lights glimring within. The cold wind howled, and from deep inside the temple ca the faint sound of an ancient bell.
A smirk played at Ren Feifan’s lips as he suddenly addressed the air: “Master, staying awake so late—isn’t it ti you rest?”
As his words fell, a figure erged from the shadows—it was none other than the old monk from earlier that day!
The old monk stroked his beard, his brows furrowed in faint irritation. Addressing Ren Feifan, he said, “Coming to a sacred Buddhist place like the Thousand Buddha Temple at such an ungodly hour—is this appropriate, benefactor? Did my admonitions from earlier today fall on deaf ears?”
Ren Feifan’s expression remained calm as he responded, “If I’m not mistaken, Lin Langtian is inside, isn’t he? Why won’t he co out to et ?”
The old monk’s eyes narrowed as he scoffed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, benefactor. If you persist, don’t bla this monk for being ruthless!”
In the next mont, the old monk produced a staff.
The staff glimred faintly with spiritual energy—clearly no ordinary artifact.
Even more remarkable was the chilling killing intent emanating from the old monk!
“Oh? A monk who kills? Then what’s the aning of the light of rit clinging to you?”
Ren Feifan muttered aloud.
The old monk gripped the staff tightly and pointed it directly at Ren Feifan!
“Kid, this is your last warning. If you don’t leave now, your life will be forfeit forever!”
A heavy wave of killing intent enveloped the periter of the Thousand Buddha Temple.
At that mont, Ren Feifan’s eyes turned entirely serious as he clenched his palm, causing a flash of dark light to streak through the air!
“Sword, co!”
As his words rang out, a Black Sword tore through the space and appeared before him.
Ren Feifan gripped it tightly, standing unyielding!
His intent was clear!
If it’s a fight you want, then so be it!
The old monk hadn’t expected Ren Feifan to be so obstinate and let out a cold snort, “Kid, you’re no match for .”
“Whether I am or not—we’ll only know after we fight.”
Ren Feifan stepped forward boldly, swinging his longsword in an instant. The Legacy Dust Sword unleashed imnse Sword Intent!
The old monk shook his head helplessly. Twirling the staff in his hand, he sent a beam of golden light hurtling toward Ren Feifan.
“Boom!”
Two forces collided ferociously, resulting in an evenly-matched confrontation.
The old monk’s face turned cold in surprise, “This kid’s strength is exceptional—I must end this quickly.”
His thoughts sharpened into focus as a terrifying pressure descended upon Ren Feifan!
Ren Feifan suddenly felt as though his entire body was locked in place by True Qi, unable to move.
The next mont, the old monk darted forward like a shooting star, his staff aid to strike Ren Feifan heavily!
Ren Feifan didn’t have ti to hesitate and shouted, “Sword, strike!”
The Legacy Dust Sword erupted in flas, dancing through the air and clashing relentlessly against the monk’s staff!
Soon, a cacophony of tallic collisions rang out!
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