Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan made some preparations before going out. The two of them walked on streets lined with fully grown parasol trees. It was deep autumn, and the parasol trees glowed golden, inevitably offering a sight that was pleasing to the eyes and spirit-lifting.

This time Ye Feng no longer needed a wheelchair. The couple strolled arm in arm. But even as a sovereign ruler, Ye Feng didn't wear anything particularly branded. They both looked quite young, really in their early twenties, just like any ordinary couple you might see on the street.

To Hong Qingyan, it was precisely this feeling that she loved the most. She considered herself just an ordinary woman, with a gentle and approachable nature. Therefore, every time she faced the kingly aura that Ye Feng exuded, she undoubtedly felt a tremendous pressure.

Only now did she truly feel a peaceful happiness.

"Big Brother Ye, where shall we go next?" Hong Qingyan asked softly.

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the Jiang City River.

Ye Feng said, "Let's go eat something first. I've heard that there are lantern decorations at night, and we can take a boat ride on the lake here. Also, there's an Iron Mountain Temple across the lake, a famous historic site that we can visit."

"Sure, I'll go along with what Big Brother Ye plans!" Hong Qingyan said with a gentle smile.

Right away, the two found a clean and quiet noodle shop on the pedestrian street and tasted the local special rice noodles. After dinner, they headed to the lakeside, ready for a boat ride.

Just then, Ye Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed. He immediately felt someone was following them. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Hong Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Big Brother Ye?"

Ye Feng's eyebrows relaxed immediately, and he smiled, "It's nothing. Let's go boating on the lake."

In fact, he had already sensed that indeed someone was following them. If his guess was correct, it should be a few so-called wealthy families from Jiang City.

However, Ye Feng couldn't be bothered with them. These wealthy families might look high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were just ants. Ye Feng's real target was the Jiangzuo Alliance."

As night fell, it was a perfect time for couples to come out for intimate meetings. A black-awning boat quickly paddled over. After agreeing to pay extra, the two boarded the boat.

"Dear guests, what kind of tour do you plan on taking next? Do you want to admire the street lights along the lake, or do you want to go to the Iron Mountain Temple on the opposite side?" the boatman asked.

"Let's go around the lake first, and then head to the other side!" Ye Feng sat at the bow, with Hong Qingyan snuggling next to him.

"Alrighty!" With a shout from the boatman, the boat shot out like an arrow. After touring half the lake, they started heading towards the Iron Mountain Temple on the opposite side.

Despite the darkening sky, visitors to the Iron Mountain Temple still streamed in continuously. Of course, most of them were there to offer incense for blessings, as it was said that the Iron Mountain Temple housed monks of great virtue, and was highly efficacious. Basically, you'd get whatever you prayed for.

"Big Brother Ye, shall we go in and pay our respects, too?" Hong Qingyan seemed quite interested.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, then the two stepped into an old temple that appeared to have endured hundreds of years, standing seven stories tall.

Only the very bottom floor of the temple was open to the public. The floors above were closed off, and from the fifth floor upwards, entry was strictly forbidden to anyone. Even the dozen or so monks of the temple were not allowed to step foot there.

According to what the boatman said earlier, the Iron Mountain Temple had a not-so-simple history. Inside, numerous demons were suppressed, and even a great serpent was said to be restrained beneath the ground.

Ye Feng merely smiled lightly and dismissed it, not believing in such folk legends at all. However, the moment he stepped into the Inner Courtyard, his pupils constricted sharply as he suddenly sensed a powerful presence.

This presence was so strong that it was like a bright moon in the sky, piercingly cold.

Ye Feng's gaze immediately fixed on a monk in grey robes sweeping in a corner of the Inner Courtyard, for this overwhelming and piercing presence originated from that Sweeping Monk.

But what Ye Feng had not expected at all was that this tall and thin monk was actually blind; he was merely sweeping the courtyard at a steady pace.

There were always worshippers coming and going in the Inner Courtyard, yet no one would take notice of such a commonplace Blind Monk. However, who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary Blind Monk was actually a peerless master?

If Ye Feng was not wrong, the other party must be a king, and not just any king, but a High-Level Martial King!

"Who would have thought that in a place like East of the River, such characters could still be found – truly a case of crouching tiger, hidden dragon!" Ye Feng inwardly exclaimed.

In fact, if one observed closely, they could detect the Blind Monk's extraordinariness. Although he was already in his seventies or eighties, his body was still quite robust. More importantly, even though he was blind, he kept the Inner Courtyard absolutely spotless.

There were two large phoenix trees on either side of the Inner Courtyard. It was deep autumn at the time, and leaves were falling everywhere. But where the Blind Monk had swept, not a single leaf could be found.

Since the Blind Monk did this every day, everyone had become accustomed to it, naturally attributing it to his proficiency.

While Ye Feng was sizing up the other party, the Blind Monk also seemed to sense something. Though he continued to sweep, he had already lifted his head and looked in Ye Feng's direction.

Even though the Blind Monk was blind, Ye Feng had the feeling that the other person could somehow see him, as if he was being scrutinized with a penetrating gaze.

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, for it was ultimately a bit impolite to stare at someone for such a long length of time. After a moment of thought, he stepped forward, brought his hands together in greeting, and said, "Master, I am a bit thirsty. May I have the honor of some tea?"

This was, in truth, a test.

The Blind Monk leaned the broom against his chest, brought his hands together, and said, "Amitabha. I am but a simple Sweeping Monk, deaf and blind. Your Excellency is of noble status, and I have no fine tea to offer. I should go and invite the abbot of Jinshan Temple instead."

Ye Feng waved his hands with a smile, "You are too modest, Master. As they say, 'The greatest hermits hide in plain sight.' In my opinion, not just in Jinshan Temple, but perhaps in the Entire Jiangdong, there would not be a second person who could be compared with the Master, right?"

The Blind Monk was momentarily taken aback before smiling and responding, "I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. Please come this way then. However, due to my poor eyesight, I'll still need to ask the abbot to come over."

After saying this, he turned and walked inside. Although this Old Blind Monk could not see, his steps were very stable, and his complexion was rosy, with a vitality that was quite enduring.

Hong Qingyan, who was confused, asked, "Big Brother Ye, why are you insisting on having this Master serve us tea? Is there something special about him?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Indeed, there is something special about him. I dare say, in the Entire Jiangdong, probably only this Old Master's tea is the most delightful. Let's go in."

Saying this, the two walked past the side door of the courtyard and then entered the Zen Rooms inside.

Three Zen Rooms formed a small quadrangle courtyard. In the yard, there was a stone table with a set of simple tea utensils on top. Around the court, bamboo was planted, creating a sense of tranquility.

When Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan stepped into this bamboo courtyard, aside from the Blind Monk, three others had already appeared. Three monks in luxurious robes and Kasayas, who seemed to be the abbot and the stewards of Iron Mountain Temple, were in attendance.