Although the Meng family was the overlord here, its influence was limited to Longxing City.
As for an expert of Longzhou's caliber, the Meng family naturally needed to win him over.
And even if they could not win him over, forging a good karmic connection would still be worthwhile.
Thus, after Longzhou arrived, Meng Kun brought him to Cloud Temple at the first opportunity.
Though the present Cloud Temple was no longer as prosperous as the Buddha Kingdom had once been.
Its roots still remained, after all.
In truth, Meng Kun usually paid little attention to Cloud Temple.
Mainly because Cloud Temple had declined too greatly, and the Barefoot Monk possessed no real skill.
The world bustled and thronged for profit; people came and went for gain. Such was the way of things.
When a person no longer had even the value of being used, others naturally could not be bothered with them.
Meng Kun had even told Longzhou some of Cloud Temple's basic circumstances, fearing that he might be deceived.
Yet Meng Kun insisted on making this trip.
No matter what it was, since they had come, they had to understand it clearly.
Longzhou was now like a drowning man, unwilling to let go of even the slightest chance.
Seeing the group in the courtyard, the Barefoot Monk stepped out and asked, "Do you need something?"
"Master, do you know a way to lift curses?" Longzhou stepped forward and asked respectfully.
To be honest, he had humbled his attitude greatly.
The Barefoot Monk frowned slightly.
"A curse?"
He pondered for a moment before finally saying, "Where is the cursed person? I can take a look."
"However, my strength is limited. I cannot guarantee that I can cure them."
The Barefoot Monk was not one to belittle himself, but