It stands to reason that ordinary disciples are not allowed to go down the mountain at will, but Wang Lin was lucky when he crossed and directly met a good master.

This master of his own life is not only quite high, but also heard that he was injured in his early years, his body was completely wasted, and his spiritual veins were broken, and it was useless to cultivate in the mountains, so he simply lived in seclusion among the fields.

Even if someone stopped him, he could run down the mountain in the name of visiting the Master.

In this courtyard, except for the packages he brought up the mountain, it was all the pills of Bigu.

Yesterday when he entered the room, he saw these pills.

As soon as you push open the door, you can see that the table is full of jade bottles of various colors, all of which are marked with the words of high-grade Bigu Dan.

He couldn't avoid these things, not to mention that he was just staying here temporarily, and he shouldn't use other people's Lin Xifeng's elixir.

Put all the clutter in the package in the room.

He only carried a wine bottle, silver taels, and a few jars of messy pills in his arms, and relied on his now vigorous body, and climbed down from the dangerous peak of the mountain.

After walking down from Lin Xi Peak, Wang Lin came to the main peak of the Pure Yang Palace very smoothly.

Then, with the vague impression of yesterday in Elder Lu's streamer sword, he followed his feelings and found the mountain gate.

Among the huge sects, it was strangely quiet.

Along the way, he didn't even touch a figure.

The reason for going down the mountain that I had thought of before suddenly became meaningless.

He was in the Dao Gate, and not a single Daoist from the same door saw him.

Unexpectedly, he met two monks in front of the mountain gate.

It is the acquaintance Hanshan monk, and his apprentice Xiao Fuji.

The two seemed to have stood for a long time, and Hanshan was reciting scriptures with his eyes closed.

When Wang Lin stepped forward, Han Shan immediately opened his eyes and complained:

"Senior nephew, senior nephew, when you went up the mountain yesterday, did you forget to deliver a message for the poor monk? Now there is no one to receive me, so I have to wait for my master and apprentice for a while. ”

Fuji is well-behaved, not noisy or noisy, standing quietly in place, eating the large string of sugar gourds in his hand wholeheartedly.

Wang Lin was also surprised and replied:

"How dare I forget Uncle Shi's entrustment, before I went up the mountain yesterday, I had already told Su Banxia's nephew in the door about this, this matter should be prepared, now that there is a mistake, please bother Uncle Shi to wait a little longer, boy, I will personally run again, to inform the elders in the door that there is a distinguished guest to visit."

Before, because he didn't dare to sit on the spirit crane, he walked to Taiheng Mountain with Su Banxia.

On the way, he told her about it.

According to Su Banxia's temperament, he will never miss this matter, and he doesn't know what went wrong.

While confessing to Uncle Hanshan, Wang Lin thought about where to find the master in charge of the door.

But after listening to what Wang Lin said, the Hanshan monk waved his hand again and again, with a look of understanding on his face, and said with compassion:

"You don't have to run, what's going on with me, it turns out that the deputy head of your family thinks that the old monk has slow legs and feet, and he waited for me for a day yesterday, and today he saw that I was late, and he deliberately hung me to dry, avoiding the jokes of the old monk."

Judging from Wang Lin's one-sided understanding of the old monk of Hanshan, it won't be long before this Buddhist monk will scold the "deputy head" of their Chunyang Palace.

He immediately stepped aside, lowered his head, looked at his nose and his nose, and pretended not to hear the words that followed.

Han Shan handed over the size of the whole body to his right hand, and the free left hand pointed in the air, facing the temple on the main peak, and directly said that the lotus flower bloomed:

"The vendors in Jinyang City all say that their sugar gourds are sour and sweet, not sour, not sweet, and no money.

"I ran for a day and a night before I got together two strings of non-sour sugar gourds.

"Okay, you Li Fuge, a villain, the desire for power, to your realm, not to mention the good life hospitality, inside and outside just delayed you for a day, today I have to come to see your Buddha's jokes?

"Okay, this thing Buddha has been carrying all the way, and since you treat each other like this, you will return this great gift!"

Han Shan selected the smallest one from a large pile of bags in his right hand and carried it on his right hand.

With a hard swing of the arm, it is thrown.

This small bag was like a meteor, smashing towards the temple of the main peak.

As soon as the small bag was released, it disturbed all the air currents around it.

The wind howled loudly, as if a vast void had been torn apart by it, and there was a wail between heaven and earth.

Inside the mountain gate, flying sand and stones, bricks and tiles floating.

Outside the mountain gate, the soil is broken by trees, and the giant trees are dancing.

I don't know how heavy this bag is, it is like a big mountain rushing in, almost setting off a furious hurricane in the Pure Yang Palace.

Wang Lin's whole body was filled with aura on the soles of his feet, and the books in his brain were full of golden light, desperately urging the leg method of stabilizing the lower plate in "Mongolian Wrestling".

Mongolian wrestling, which had been ignored by him before, has made a great contribution at the moment.

Otherwise, the moment the bag flew out, he would already be rolled up high and dance in the air like the giant trees outside the door.

Although he did not face the power of the package, just resisting the air flow brought by it was like fighting against a vast force.

The aura on his legs can't stop consuming.

The speed at which the aura dissipates. It was much faster than condensing the sword qi of the six-vein divine sword.

I don't know if I lasted for one breath or two breaths.

Just as Wang Lin's body was empty, and the small bag was about to smash into the main hall of the Pure Yang Palace, a big hand covering the sky slowly stretched out from the main hall.

I saw that a palm stood in the sky, and the storm stopped in an instant, and the heaven and earth returned to silence.

Wang Lin was limp and stood on the ground weakly, looking at the terrifying giant palm above his head.

The hurricane stopped, but the fear in his heart suddenly rose at this moment.

He looked up at the palm of his hand, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, looking into the bottomless abyss.

Full of irresistible powerlessness.

In that giant palm, life and death flow, and everything floated and disappeared.

Everything around it is controlled by it.

One palm, one palm and extinguish.

The originally terrifying bag lost its momentum at this time, and Shi Shiran flew into his palm.

Like a fluttering children's sandbag, it is slapped into the hand by an adult at will.

After taking the bag, the giant palm in the sky slowly retracted.

The chaotic scene inside and outside the mountain gate gradually changed as the palm of the hand slowly retracted.

Every time the palm of the hand retreats, there is a towering ancient tree outside the door, and it flies upside down into the soil with its movements, and the roots gradually continue and regain vitality.

Every time the palm of the hand is smaller, there is a small grain of sand and dust inside the door, and at its command, it floats out of the mountain gate, floats back into the forest, and returns to the soil.

The post-disaster disaster that was originally a mess dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The inside of the mountain gate is spotless and clean.

Outside the mountain gate, the forest is lush and the grass is abundant, as usual.

Wang Lin eased his mind and looked at the surrounding scene that had recovered as before.

From beginning to end, the old monk of Hanshan did not receive half of the influence, and no new wrinkles appeared at the corners of his clothes.

The same is true for the little monk, who doesn't seem to see what is happening in front of him, and still concentrates on dealing with the snacks in his hands.

Even the string of sugar gourds was safe and sound, and he was biting into his mouth one by one.

Except for the scarf crown that was blown away on Wang Lin's head and the aura that dissipated in his body, it was as if nothing had happened before.

Just as Wang Lin looked around, looking for the missing Dao Crown, the air in front of him rippled like water, and a thin figure came from it.

The Hanshan monk seemed to let out a bad breath, and when he saw this person, he immediately laughed.