Chapter Ninety-Eight: Qualifications are not good

Lin Yang cried, he felt a cold little hand pinch his ankle, and he didn't let go!

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The chill subsided from the earthen house, and when I got closer, I found that it was no more than a person tall.

It seems to be different from the surroundings and is relatively warm. Lin Yang found that the little hand that was desperately pinching his ankle just now didn't know when he let go.

Looking down, there were black handprints of various sizes on the two ankles, including women's, children's, and old people's, and the two arms were also full of handprints like these.

This earthen house is supposed to be a temple, because there is a desk inside, on which is enshrined something similar to a plant, with branches more than a meter long, somewhat thick, and there seem to be flowers at the top that have withered, leaving only a few petals, each curled up.

The temple was moss-free, but it was so dusty that it was impossible to tell what it was.

"It's so warm in here. ”

Lin Yang sighed.

Qingping's face also relaxed, it was terrible just now, even he felt weird, someone was blowing a cool breeze in his ears.

Glancing at the side, Lin Yang's neck was black, and he was even more surprised, how could this kid be so unlucky, wouldn't all the weirdness on the road be caused by him, and he was a little suspicious at the moment if the master had accepted the wrong disciple, this kid seemed to be a disaster.

"Senior brother, why are you looking at me like this?"

Lin Yang checked himself, and suddenly noticed that Qing Ping looked at him with a strange expression, and asked casually.

"I think you're a scourge. ”

Qingping Road.

"I ......"

Lin Yang was just about to refute, looked at the black handprints on his body, and swallowed the words back into his stomach.

"How can there be a temple here?"

Lin Yang was a little embarrassed, and led the topic away to observe the things enshrined in this small ruined temple.

This temple is really weird, it doesn't offer the Bodhisattva, it doesn't offer the land, how can it offer a withered plant, Lin Yang thought, reaching out to dust off the ashes and see what kind of plant it is.

"Don't mess around!"

Qingping stopped it quickly, but it was still a step too slow.

Lin Yang had already reached out and dusted it twice, falling a cloud of thick ash, which was pervasive, and he was so frightened by Qingping's sudden shout that he immediately retracted his hand.

Qingping looked at him sternly, and Lin Yang couldn't help but feel a little furious in his heart, it's over, is this senior brother possessed by ghosts?

The terrible thing in his imagination did not continue to develop, Qingping snorted coldly, stepped forward by himself, waved a palm, the palm wind whistled, blowing away all the thick ashes on the case, and the plant-like thing that was offered slowly showed its true form.

Lin Yang understood that his nerves were too big, in such a strange place, he was not vigilant at all, he actually approached directly, touched it with his hands, and his safety awareness was too poor, after understanding, Lin Yang's face was a little hot, but fortunately, nothing happened.

"Hmm!"

Lin Yang exclaimed, what kind of plant was enshrined on that case, but an arm! The palms and fingers were deposited under the thick ash, making Lin Yang mistakenly think that they were withered and deformed flowers.

Qingping also showed a shocked face, there is an extraordinary ruined temple in this strange place, which can block the surrounding cold. What is enshrined inside is an arm, this arm is all in lotus, five fingers stretched, as if trying to grasp something, the bone joints, meridians, and muscle lines on it are very smart and lifelike.

"It's too similar, isn't it?"

Lin Yang sighed again, this is more real than the plaster model he saw when he went to play in the art department when he was in school!

This arm was inserted in a stone jar before standing on the desk, the stone jar looked tattered, the shape was not very round, it seems that the person who made the confession at that time was not very attentive.

"Brother, look at your feet!"

Qingping reminded loudly.

Lin Yang was startled, hurriedly stepped back, looked at his feet, the place he stepped on just now was a round Zen mat, after the dust of the enshrined things on the case dissipated, the mat under his feet actually had a divine pattern rotating, emitting a faint golden light, Lin Yang stepped on it, but his attention was on the arm on the case, so he didn't notice it.

"There seems to be a chance here. ”

Qingping analyzed, sat down cross-legged in front of the Zen mat, closed his eyes and began to feel.

This kind of scene he has read in the ancient books of Long Yan, the legend of the ancient powerful dojo, enshrine their own Taoist statue, there is a Zen mat below, as long as his disciples and grandchildren are in awe, sitting on the mat and feeling with their hearts, they can listen to him teach the law, hear him preach, Qingping informed Lin Yang, and then began to try.

Within a moment, his mind was ethereal, and the meditation cushion under his body was faintly slightly in the air, spinning, and the divine patterns continued to gush out, which had a vague correlation with the lotus-colored arm on the case.

Lin Yang was stunned, and sighed secretly in his heart, there is still this kind of operation?! But in the next second, his cheap senior brother's figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared on the meditation mat.

Lin Yang rubbed his eyes vigorously, I'll go, it's gone! The Zen mat also fell back to the ground, and the divine pattern dissipated, still so shabby and ancient.

What's the situation! Senior brother is gone! This is how can he go out in this place where the bird doesn't! When he came, he was all led by his senior brother, but he was still kneaded and tortured by countless ghosts, and now that no one has taken him, it is simply difficult to move an inch, and the child who finally grabbed himself and did not let go must be waiting for him somewhere!

"No, brother, I'm looking for you!"

Lin Yang sat on the meditation cushion, imitating Senior Brother Qingping to settle down, wanting to be taken away by the divine pattern, I don't know how long he sat there, Lin Yang woke up and found that he was still sitting on the Zen cushion, still in front of the broken temple, and there was no senior brother around him at all.

"What's going on!"

Lin Yang was very strange, he had indeed reached the state of ethereal mind just now, the Ten Thousand Qualities Refining Body Decision, and the Burning Heaven Blood Fury Decision had been running several times, and he could obviously feel that his cultivation had improved slightly, but his people still stayed in place, and did not go elsewhere like his senior brother.

It's over, is it that his qualifications are too poor, he can't feel preaching at all, and he is not recognized at all, Lin Yang was depressed for a while, the old man who delivered the book before was a big scourge, and his immortal ability must be exchanged for his own potential and longevity in the future, it must be like this, there is no lunch in the world, everything is equivalent, immortal, destined to live a short life, this can be regarded as an alternative talent, Lin Yang laughed at himself.

No wonder he lived to be twenty-four years old at most, Lin Yang even suspected that the old man had said more, since he could see it, why didn't he save him at that time, and went to him by himself, the more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, Lin Yang felt a little sad in his heart.

Will they be able to return to the ordinary world in their lifetime, see their parents, what will happen to their parents after they die, how painful they will be, I am afraid that they have become a murder fugitive over there now, they are already very painful.

Lin Yang thought about it, his heart was in turmoil, the Ten Thousand Qualities Refining Body Determination and the Burning Sky Blood Fury were unconsciously running at the same time, some hedged, some signs of going mad, the meridians were swollen and the whole body was extremely hot, the beads of sweat rolled down on his forehead, and the pain instantly squeezed out his many distracting thoughts.

"Wow-"

Lin Yang forcibly stopped the two exercises, his qi and blood stagnated, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

A little blood was sprinkled on the blue arm on the altar, and it was instantly absorbed by that arm, and the meditation cushion under him seemed to be induced by some kind of induction, and it actually began to spontaneously combust.

Lin Yang jumped up, staggered two steps, and watched as the Zen mat burned out in an instant and turned into dust.

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