In Lingshan Temple, the green trees were shaded and the air was slightly cool.
Occasionally, a few bird calls could be heard.
The environment here was extremely pleasant.
"Leshan is going to have something big?" However, after Yi Deng heard the conversation between Ye Bei and Mu Ling, his pupils shrank, and he had a bad feeling inside.
"How did he... know?" The two middle-aged monks sitting in the lobby were also shocked. When they looked at Ye Bei, they were surprised.
Ye Bei ignored these people's reactions.
Wood Spirit standing on the threshold also didn't care. His eyes were all placed on Ye Bei.
"In this general trend of the world, I no longer take action. All changes have their own rules..." Ye Bei glanced at Mu Ling, his voice flat.
Time flew without one knowing.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Wood Spirit had not changed for many years.
But in Ye Bei's eyes, it was different.
