Chapter 11 WTO accession

"Senior Lin! Amitabha, it's empty and polite. After finishing his homework, he put down the scriptures, and then saw Lin Ziyu at the door of the main hall, the little monk knew that Master Lin was a distinguished guest, a senior who even Master Jing'an wanted to call his senior.

The little monk Kongkong is the best cultivation talent candidate recognized by the host, and he is very concerned in the temple. Therefore, when the little monk ran to the main hall empty, it attracted many young monks who had not yet entered the state of cultivation.

"Hehe, be quiet, don't disturb everyone's cultivation. Lin Ziyu's hearty smile reappeared, probably caused by his cheerful personality, this kind of smile often appeared, which made people feel a lot more cheerful when they saw it.

The little monk scratched his head in embarrassment, and then saw Lin Ziyu, opened the folding fan with his right hand, and then opened it in the hall, and a crazy spiritual storm centered on the main hall, constantly gathering over.

In an instant, the aura in the hall became extremely viscous, and the aura seemed to have condensed into droplets, covering the entire hall. The little monks who were cultivating felt the change and opened their eyes in surprise. This place where the aura is melancholy, cultivation is twice the result with half the effort, and it is comparable to the legendary blessed land of cultivation. Then they looked at Lin Ziyu at the door together, and everyone saluted, knowing that the young man in front of them was a senior in cultivation.

This time the seniors helped them, which was a great opportunity for them, and everyone saluted one after another. Lin Ziyu smiled and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to continue cultivating. Then everyone went to cultivate in peace, such a good opportunity, not to be wasted.

"Kongkong, you take me to Master Jing'an, there are some things, after dealing with them, I should also go. Lin Ziyu stretched out his hand and touched the empty little monk's head, and the feeling was still good.

"Okay, Senior Lin. Although Kongkong also wanted to cultivate at such a time when the aura was so dense in the main hall, he knew that it would definitely be his fate to be able to go with Senior Lin.

In this way, Kongkong left the main hall with Lin Ziyu and headed towards Master Jing'an's residence. As for why Lin Ziyu is sometimes called Jing'an Little Monk, sometimes called Jing'an Master. That is, you have to give Jing'an some face, and you can't call someone else's master a little monk in front of his disciples.

Although so, he seemed to have forgotten that at the beginning, he was in front of a bunch of little monks, and called Jing'an Little Monk. Casual and casual, this is Lin Ziyu's character.

During the walk, Lin Ziyu continued to practice his own exercises to stabilize the hidden diseases on his body. The empty little monk next to him was stained with Lin Ziyu's light, and the huge aura flowed and moistened his body, and he suddenly felt that he was leading the way, and he really made a lot of money.

"Hey, the hidden disease on the body is not ordinary, it seems that you should enter the world as soon as possible, rebuild your skills, and repair the wounds on the foundation." Lin Ziyu thought to himself. The trauma and hidden disease on his body have seriously affected his foundation. This is equivalent to a high-rise building, the foundation is damaged, and it can withstand the wind and rain, but the typhoon and earthquake will be more severely damaged.

So it must be as soon as possible, re-enter the foundation, repair, layer by layer.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at Master Jing'an's door, and they knocked on the door.

"Come in. The voice of Master Jing'an came from inside the room. The two then entered the house.

"Amitabha, Senior Lin, please take a seat. Master Jing'an introduced Lin Ziyu into the room and invited him to take a seat.

Lin Ziyu sat down with a smile, and grabbed the little monk who was going to make tea, and let Kongkong also sit next to him. Then he took out the tea in the tea set in front of him, and baked the cup and teapot with mana. I took out the ingredients and brewed a cup of 'Tianchi Bamboo Leaf Tea'.

The fragrance of tea overflowed, and suddenly the three people in the room felt a burst of comfort, this time Lin Ziyu took out a little different tea leaves, that is, bamboo leaves of higher vintage. It is okay for ordinary people in low years to drink it, but only monks in high years can bear it. The older the age, the higher the grade of the monk is needed.

At this time, Lin Ziyu was a half-step immortal, and a half-step was a god. Jing'an is in the late stage of Jindan and is about to enter the infant stage. The little monk Kongkong is a good genius, within a few years of entry, the foundation has been built, and it is the middle stage of Qi training at this time, and the progress is very good.

So Lin Ziyu took out a hundred-year-old 'Heavenly Bamboo Leaf', which was just within the range that the empty air could bear.

"It's ready to drink. Lin Ziyu condensed his spiritual power in the tea, and the spiritual power gathered on the bamboo leaves, and slowly purified into the dew through the bamboo leaves themselves. Better efficacy.

"Then you're welcome. Master Jing'an looked at such a tea with abundant spiritual power, and felt that his throat was a little thirsty.

The little monk is not welcome. "Kongkong smelled the smell, impatiently picked up the tea and drank it, for the three words 'little monk', Master Jing'an always had a feeling of calling himself, maybe he was called too much by Lin Ziyu, so he still glared at Kongkong.

The latter, on the other hand, was attracted by the tea and didn't notice it. Otherwise, his little body might have to tremble three times, tremble three times.

As the tea entered their stomachs, the three of them felt a refreshing spiritual power, which spread down the esophagus and into the hundred points of their limbs. The whole person seems to have suddenly jumped into the cold water in the hot summer, which is extremely refreshing.

Lin Ziyu took the lead in ending the effect, because the cultivation was too high and the influence was average. Master Jing'an Secondly, the effect is okay. The little monk was empty for a long time, and his expression was full of happiness. It's as if you've built the avenue and entered Bliss.

Master Jing'an looked at the emptiness and sighed, this child is still young. Can't resist temptation.

"Hehe, this tea has great benefits for Kongkong, and it also helps you in Jing'an. After a pause, Lin Ziyu said happily. "I'll be ready to enter the infant stage in a few days, hehe. ”

"( ⊙ o ⊙ ) Ah!" Master Jing'an, his old face stiffened, and a sense of joy suddenly surged into his heart, he knew that Senior Lin would not lie to him, so his whole person was as empty as a happy face.

After seeing Master Jing'an's expression as if he had entered bliss, he secretly said in his heart, "Hey, although the master is not young, but he can't withstand the temptation, isn't it just that the effect of spiritual tea is great, you have to be reserved, master." ’

If the two of them can get to the same heart, something interesting will definitely happen. But it's a pity.

"Jing'an, I'm ready to join the WTO, and it's time to rebuild. Lin Ziyu's expression was straight, and then he said solemnly.

Jing'an quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Then he said, "Senior Lin wants to enter the world, and the old man must help the seniors arrange it, now the world is now different from the world that the predecessors know, I am afraid there is a big gap, and you need to send someone to accompany the seniors." ”

"Hmm??Is there such a big change, can all mortals fly away now, haha. Lin Ziyu chuckled.

"Eh, Senior Lin, that outside now, it seems that he can really fly away. The little monk whispered emptyly.

“。。。。 Lin Ziyu's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Master Jing'an glared at the little monk Kongkong, and secretly said in his heart, "Kongkong, empty, you can't speak tactfully, child, hey." ’