The temple with green bricks and green tiles in front of him, in Lu Fan's eyes now, has a completely different scenery.
Air currents that cannot be seen with the naked eye are roaring and swirling around the temple.
The auspicious auras soaring to the sky are constantly rising into the sky in the direction of the backyard of the temple, rising into the sky and jumping into the clouds.
It causes vast depths and changes in the situation.
This was a scene that Lu Fan had never seen before. He stood at the steps of the temple and was entranced for a moment.
"Dragon Veins Treasure Land?"
He murmured to himself, and it was not difficult to see that this was a Feng Shui land.
Moreover, the faint sound of dragon roars emitted by the air flow seemed to be suppressing an ancient dragon beneath the temple, exuding endless majesty.
At the same time, Lu Fan also saw two people.
Deep in the shadow, where the evening light cannot reach, in the deepest part of the temple, there are two people stepping on the void in mid-air.
When he looked carefully, the two figures seemed to be illusions, shattered instantly, and then disappeared.
"strangeness……"
Lu Fan shook his head. He could even see through the atmosphere of this Feng Shui place with his naked eyes. How could he be dazzled and see the wrong two people?
"What’s wrong with you?"
Song Yingyu asked curiously when she saw Lu Fan's expression changing again and again in a short period of time.
"I'm fine. Tiangang Feng lives here, right?" Lu Fan asked, staring at the gate of Baiyun Temple.
Song Yingyu nodded: "Well, he asked us to come here to find him, so he must be inside."
As he was talking, a hearty Buddha's name suddenly sounded from inside the temple gate:
"Amitabha, the distinguished guests who have come from afar must be the distinguished guests invited by Tiangangfeng Donor."
"The distinguished guests have arrived, so please forgive me for not being able to welcome them from afar."
Everyone looked over and saw an old monk wearing cassocks, holding a Buddha seal in his hand, walking quickly out of the temple gate.
The monk looked to be in his seventies, with a white beard but a rosy face, looking like an accomplished monk.
He walked over and looked at the two of them with a smile: "You two must be Donor Song and Donor Lu, right?"
"I am."
Song Yingyu nodded, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
