Chapter 4: The Little Monk

Looking at the woman in front of him who suddenly woke up and started screaming, Lin Ziyu only felt his ears buzzing, and thought to himself, 'This girl has a good voice, this is very similar to the lion roar of Buddhism, but it's a pity, this girl has not cultivated, otherwise it will still be developed.' ’

After thinking about it, he folded the fan in his hand and put it away, and it was on Mao Xinduo's neck. The latter immediately picked up the ground again and went to dream quietly with Xiao Jingjing.

Yes, that's right, I didn't think much about it at all, I just quarreled first, and then I was knocked out.

"Really, I wanted to wake up and ask something, and then let them leave on their own, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome, hey. Lin Ziyu squatted and looked at the unconscious two people in front of him, sighed, and said depressedly.

"Let's throw it to the little monk in the temple next to it, and ask about something by the way. Lin Ziyu, the golden light on his forehead swept around, and then muttered. This technique is called 'Heavenly Eye Pass', which is a peerless discipline that can be practiced by advanced monks, and those who have cultivated it can gain insight into the Three Realms and the cause and effect of the world. Of course, Lin Ziyu didn't study this, this thing was too laborious, and his cultivation was extremely slow. Basically, few people like to practice, that is, for convenience, he only practices as a side hustle, which is a good integration, and he is far away from Dacheng.

The spiritual power of the imperial immortal fan was slightly condensed, and as soon as it was fanned on Mao Xinduo and Xiao Jingjing, the bodies of the two slowly floated in the air and were not high, just above the waist of adults.

Leisurely fanning the fan and walking leisurely, it is like an ordinary person strolling. But the two people who were floating closely behind him broke the peaceful scene.

After strolling for a long time, Lin Ziyu came to the small hillside very close to Lin'an Temple, and he did not walk along the mountain road, but directly found a mountainside. For monks, the straight line between two points is the shortest, and how to get close is how to walk.

Looking at the Lin An Temple at the distance of dozens of meters under his feet, he stepped lightly, as if the earth had no gravity, and Lin Ziyu jumped down with the two of them. That's right, just jump straight down.

In mid-air, Xiao Jingjing's eyelids, who had been unconscious, moved, and then slowly squinted and opened. "Strange why is it so windy?"

As he spoke, he tried to open his eyes, and then closed them decisively. 'It looks like I haven't woken up from the dream, no, I'm going to sleep for a while.' I thought to myself, and then I fainted again. It's really not the right time to wake up.

Of course, Lin Ziyu noticed what was happening behind him, but when he saw that the other party was dizzy again, he ignored it. I touched the fan in my hand and said, "Well, it's good, it's easy." ’

Although there was a small 'aftershock' just now, but after half a day of no movement, the tourists continued to travel normally, although there was still a little uneasy, but when there were many people, people often felt a sense of security, and soon the joy of playing diluted the false alarm just now.

The temple is huge, the front half is an open area, and the second half is closed to tourists. And the landing place chosen by Lin Ziyu is a very backward area, and no tourists can notice that someone will fall from the sky so far away. At most, if you have good eyesight, you can see two small black shadows, thinking they are birds or something.

Lin Ziyu had already landed in the backyard of Lin'an Temple in an instant, and Mao Xinduo behind him was quietly placed on the ground.

"Hey, little monk, come out to greet guests!" Lin Ziyu didn't shout much, just like ordinary talking, and then his voice was very penetrating, and it spread to every meditation room in the backyard.

For a while, a bare little monk appeared around, staring at the 'donor' in front of him who didn't know how to get into the backyard

This small area is just the area for the youngest monks, so they are basically small bald heads, Among them, there is a small monk who is not very big, but obviously higher than the surrounding little monks, slowly walked out, of course, this generation is not age, but the order of entering the temple.

"Amitabha, donor, the little monk is polite. On the immature face of the little monk, he tried to put on a standard serious face, trying to make himself appear solemn. Then he continued, "Little monk number, empty, may I ask why the donor called the little monk?"

"Well, hello Xiao Kongkong, you go to find the oldest little monk in your family, I have something to do with him. Lin Ziyu looked at the little monk and was very interesting, so he stepped forward and bent down slightly, and touched the empty little monk's round head that was shining in the sun.

"Eh(⊙o⊙)..."The empty little monk, after hearing Lin Ziyu's words, began to think in a daze, and didn't pay attention to the hand that was touching his head. 'Hmm, looking for the oldest little monk? No, it's looking for the biggest little monk in the temple? ？？’

The little monk's empty little head has been stuck, and according to the generation in the temple, the oldest little monk is himself. It's not a little monk who is fighting, it's a big monk.

"Master Lin, the old monk is here to pick you up, you don't need to look for the old monk. Just when the little monk was still stuck in the machine, the old monk who had communicated with Lin Ziyu came out.

"Hello abbot!" The little monks around saw the person coming, and immediately saluted collectively. The old monk in front of him is more dignified than the host.

"Okay, you all step down, and when you see Lord Lin in the future, remember to be more respectful than when you see Lao Wei!" said to the young monks around him.

"Yes, Master Jing'an!" the little monks saluted collectively and left.

The little monk was about to leave after saluting, but Lin Ziyu suddenly held him down, and continued to 'play' on his head.

"No, you don't have to go, just follow us. Lin Ziyu obviously felt it, and he didn't want to let go of the little monk for a while.

"Alright then, Kongkong, follow Master Lin well, he will be taken care of by you in this temple. But remember, don't disturb Lord Lin to do things. Master Jing'an looked at it and smiled and arranged. I thought to myself, 'This emptiness is also a bit of immortality, and it is also a great opportunity to be able to get one or two points from Daolin's predecessors. ’

But no matter how he thinks, he shouldn't have thought that Lin Ziyu is just a simple 'itchy hand'.

"Okay, little monk, you can help place the unconscious woman, they have some fate with me. Lin Ziyu, touching his empty head, said to Master Jing'an.

The empty little monk next to him, I don't know if he was stunned or really stupid, quietly looked at Master Jing'an and Lin Ziyu. His heart was already in turmoil, and he felt that he had a dream today, and there was a young man in the dream, who called the little monk to Master Jing'an, who was over 100 years old. 'What the hell am I doing with strange dreams, sins, sins.' ’

"Well, Haiming, you go to someone to arrange for two donors to take care of them. I still have something to talk about with Lord Lin. "Master Jing'an, I was a little stunned, no one called me a little monk for many years, and I was a little uncomfortable, hehe. "Senior Lin, please come with me, let's talk in the back room. ”

"Okay, Master Jing'an. "Haiming is also an old monk, but not half the age of Jing'an. However, he is now the honorary host of Lin'an Temple, that is, the host on the surface, but on the dark side, it is Master Jing'an who is in charge of the cultivation realm. I don't know if I go to Shanghai Ming, they are all ancestors who don't know how long they have existed. However, this man who looks very young is actually called Master Jing'an's little monk, and Master Jing'an calls the other party's senior, is it an ancestor-level immortal elder? ’

In this way, Hai Ming presided over Lin Ziyu and saluted slightly, and took a few disciples behind him to take Mao Xinduo and Xiao Jingjing down.