Chapter 390

Lin Jingyu spoke with some confusion and self-blame, but besides apologizing, he didn't know what to say. Looking at his hands, he almost strangled this good brother to death just now.

What happened to him just now, and why did he act in such a terrifying and irrational way?

He couldn't understand it at all, and it seemed like he couldn't remember everything just now.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was being pinched, was gasping for air at this time. He seemed to be alive again. He felt extremely lucky and at the same time felt that it was good to be alive.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Jingyu. At the same time, he recalled the scene just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.

He swallowed involuntarily, his neck still hurt.

But it shouldn't be a big problem.

"You seemed to be in a daze just now. I almost died." Zhang Xiaofan said with some complaint.

Stick out your tongue and caress your throat.

"Sorry, I really didn't know what happened just now, but I swear it won't happen again in the future!" Lin Jingyu said immediately with a guilty conscience.

"Okay, okay, we two brothers, there is no need to say so much." Zhang Xiaofan swore when he heard this and saw him acting like this. He also waved his hand and let the matter go away.

At the same time, at this time, they also recalled the withered old hand just now.

Zhang Xiaofan thought it was a hallucination before his death.

However, Lin Jingyu was certain that the hand just now was definitely not an illusion, but a real one.

And it's inside.

After the two of them stood still, their eyes looked deep into the Caomiao room at the same time. At this time, the people who had retreated outside saw that the room had calmed down, and gradually returned, and followed their gazes. Deep inside the Cao Temple.

They saw an old monk with wrinkles on his face, wearing a worn-out cassock, and his whole body was dirty, just sitting there.

And it gives people a feeling that they are about to expire.

The old monk also held a string of jasper beads in his hand. Among these beads was a dull round bead that was neither jade nor stone, dark purple in color.

"Good qualifications, but such an extreme temperament? He is not suitable for the person I want to choose. Instead, he has mediocre qualifications, but has a stubborn and tough temperament. It is a good choice. Now I have no better choice."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. He had glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu for a long time. He could see at a glance Lin Jingyu's extraordinary talent and Zhang Xiaofan's mediocre talent. He thought to himself, he already has Decide.

He also tried to scan the other children outside the door. One or two of them had mediocre qualifications, worse than Zhang Xiaofan, and their character was definitely not good.

Now that he doesn't have much time left, he has no better choice. In order not to expose his purpose, he can only choose Zhang Xiaofan as his best inheritance chess piece.

Let the other person verify their own path.

Buddhism and Taoism!

Because Caomiao Village is near Qingyunmen, most of the people here respect Taoism, and Buddhist disciples are extremely rare.

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu also met the monks from Qingyun Sect.

After all, their village collects wood to exchange some money with Qingyunmen and live their lives.

Moreover, the people from Qingyun Sect came to collect it on the appointed day.

So it saves them a lot of trouble.

After meeting the monks, the two of them were actually very eager to become monks.

But this is not as difficult as climbing to the sky.

So after seeing the old monk in front of him, Zhang Xiaofan asked the thoughts of all the children here. He asked: "Hey, who are you, old gentleman?"

Lin Jingyu also looked at it curiously and said, "Yes, your dress is so strange, we have never seen it before."

However, Puzhi remained silent and looked at them with lowered eyebrows, but did not give an immediate reply.

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Seeing that this old guy ignored them and didn't answer his words.

He just kept staring at them, and for a moment he thought there was something wrong with this old guy.

"Hey, who are you? Why have I never seen you before? Where did you come from!?"

Zhang Xiaofan quickly took a step up and asked again. This time the voice was much louder than before. He could also think that the old guy was deaf, so he didn't hear what he said.

The old monk Puzhi still did not answer his words, but asked instead: "Amitabha, little donor, your life was at stake just now. You just need to admit defeat. Why do you have to endure so hard? If I hadn't taken action, you would have died." My life was lost in vain.”

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned when he heard the words of the old guy in front of him. Yes, he didn't know what he thought, but he thought so...

In his heart, he felt that what the old guy in front of him said was not unreasonable, but when things came to a close, he still couldn't explain why, so he could only stand there in shock.

Lin Jingyu took a deep look at the old man in front of him, stretched out his hand, and quickly pulled Zhang Xiaofan out of the temple.

Lin Jingyu said: "What a strange guy. Let's ignore him. It's getting dark now. Let's leave quickly."

The other children left one after another. It was getting dark, and judging from the weather, it felt like there would be a heavy rain tonight.

Caomiao Village is actually quite big, and many places are not close to each other.

The sun was setting on the horizon, and strong winds were blowing up. On top of a mountain, there stood a man in black. His eyes were staring at Caomiao Village, and he could only hear his low voice saying to himself: "Old Baldy" Donkey, I will let you die without a burial tonight."

Not long ago, above Qingyun, this old bald donkey actually came to them and wanted to spread the method of dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism. Naturally, he did not agree. The secret method of Qingyun Sect was so noble and unpredictable, how could it be spread?

And this time he came down secretly and had his own selfish plan.

And Puzhi Old Bald Donkey became one of the pawns implemented in his plan.

The man in black murmured: "The young man who just stepped into Caomiao Village is an immortal cultivator, but the aura on his body is only about Nascent Soul. It is not bad to have such a cultivation level at such an age. If possible, it is not impossible to accept it. disciple."

Then a hint of smile and surprise flashed in his eyes: "However, I didn't expect that the small Caomiao Village would actually hide a genius of sword cultivation!"

His eyes were fixed on Lin Jingyu who entered the room.

The man in black looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sun was setting, and the sunset was streaking across the middle of the sky.

It is very beautiful, the sunset is very red, as bright as blood.

In Caomiao Village, the villagers returned one after another to buy things, and under the urging of the village chief, prepared dinner.

Soon, smoke curled up and hot food came out of the pot.

Absolutely natural food like this, which is pollution-free and has no residue, is the most delicious.

The village elder walked to a thatched-roof temple house with his cane and knocked on the door.

He called softly: "Master Immortal, we have prepared dinner, it is rich, it is time to start dinner!"

In the house, Huang Wei was sitting cross-legged in the air, meditating and practicing. When he heard the old man's call, he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the top of a mountain with half-smiling eyes.

Just now, with his powerful soul power, he discovered the man in black standing outside the mountain.

Moreover, his ears' hearing was also enhanced geometrically, and he could hear what the man in black was saying to himself.

Huang Wei murmured: "Cangsong, I'm waiting for you here. Let me see how powerful your Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique is."

"The real massacre in Caomiao Village was not Cangsong, but the obsessive and crazy old monk Puzhi. Now that I am here, the tragedy in Caomiao Village will not happen."

He raised his head and arrived at the door in a blink of an eye. He opened the door, smiled at the old man in front of him and said, "Old man, it's finally time to eat. Time flies so fast."

"Come on, the season is changing now, the cold wind is coming, the food will get cold soon and it won't taste good."

"And looking at the current weather conditions, there is likely to be a heavy rainstorm tonight."

The old man turned around and walked toward the cafeteria, looked up at the sky with rolling black clouds, and said with a frown.

Having lived in this village all his life, he has long been familiar with the changes in the weather. Now, even with just a glance, he can tell what will happen next through the movement, color, and density of the clouds above.

Hearing what the old man said, Huang Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

What a nice village of people, but it's a pity that they all turned into bleeding corpses in the original work.

It's a pity, it's really a pity.

But old man, with me here in this life, you are safe.

When we came to the canteen, all 274 people in the village gathered here.

Everyone looked at Huang Wei curiously.

At the same time, there were also the children who played during the day, including Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan.

Hearing that a monk similar to Qingyun Sect came to the village, everyone became curious.

So everyone's eyes were eagerly paying attention to Huang Wei.

"This is the monk. He is so young. Isn't he too beautiful?"

"I'm so envious. Can I be so beautiful after becoming a monk?"

"But I have seen the immortals of Qingyun Sect, and they don't seem to be so good-looking."

"Maybe he's an exception."

"I heard that some monks can use magical elixirs to make themselves beautiful and maintain a youthful appearance."

"I just don't know if the person in front of me is this kind of person."

"I feel like..."

...

Huang Wei ate his own food.

Listen to the whispers of the villagers.

He didn't care at all about being the center of attention.

Everything is expected.

But those guys must not have known that the whispers they thought they were whispering were clearly heard in Huang Wei's ears, and to him it sounded as loud as someone shouting into his ears with a loudspeaker.

For curious things, everyone is curious and joins in the fun. This is very normal behavior.

Soon, after eating, everyone packed up their things and left, returning to their houses to sleep.

At this time, two teenagers were following Huang Wei.

Huang Wei stopped and turned around to see that the two people following him were Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu.

Huang Wei showed a hint of amusement and asked, "What's the matter with these two little guys following me all the way?"

"Lin Jingyu, I just told you that he is a monk. Even if we follow him quietly, he will still know about it. He is being smart and just goes up and asks if he can?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Zhang Xiaofan directly told Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu snorted, and then the two of them walked out of the pile of rice behind them.

Looking at Huang Wei with a smile, Zhang Xiaofan asked: "That immortal leader, we two are very curious about cultivating immortals. I wonder if he can lead us into the immortal way. We can pay the corresponding price!"

After all, it was the first time they asked in person, so the two of them were somewhat nervous.

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Looking at the two young children, about ten years old, due to the environment here, they are taller than the ordinary children.

Huang Wei said: "Sometimes, it is a happy thing to be an ordinary person and accompany your parents to their graves without any worries."

The two of them are still young and do not understand many things. Lin Jingyu said: "We don't understand these things, and they are not what we should think about at our age. The immortal leader only needs to tell us how to embark on the path of cultivating immortals!"

"Embarking on the path of spiritual practice means that there is a difference between immortals and mortals."

"If you want to become a practitioner, you must have spiritual roots, physical constitution, or talent in your body. Just one of the three is enough."

Huang Wei said meaningfully.

"So do we have it?"

After hearing what Huang Wei said, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan asked curiously.

"You have an excellent sword cultivation body." Huang Wei looked at Lin Jingyu and said.

Lin Jingyu has been considered very intelligent since he was a child. After he entered the path of spiritual practice, his understanding was also very good. His achievements along the way were much smoother than Zhang Xiaofan's.

Zhang Xiaofan was mediocre and mediocre, but by chance and perseverance, he became a practitioner and surpassed Lin Jingyu.

This is the object of heaven and earth's favor, the son of the great luck plane.

Commonly known as, protagonist.

If it had been anyone else, it would have been impossible for him to achieve as much as he did in later generations.