"It's the skill of that crazy alchemist, imprisoning the shackles!"

Xu Lin's heart beat faster, took a few deep breaths, and tried to stay calm.

The shackles of imprisonment were dozens of centimeters away from his body, and they did not imprison him.

More like a warning.

If Xu Lin dares to escape, this madman in the prison will really be unkind!

"Come on, the old man just made a pot of hot tea, just in time to drink it with you."

The voice at the end of the passage seemed to be enthusiastic, but in fact it was urging, as if patience was gradually being consumed.

After a moment of silence, Xu Lin said the word "good".

Then step by step.

At the same time, distracted by the barrage of hidden hints provided by Goldfinger.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Gradually, his eyes became clear, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, revealing a kind of fearlessness and confidence.

At the end of the passage was a large cell, cold and damp.

The torches hanging on both sides of the walls, instead of exuding a little warmth, only made the damp atmosphere of the prison even stronger.

The sound of chains sounded, and a tall figure came into view.

He was slender, dressed in a shabby robe of dull color, and looked quite old.

His face was covered with wrinkles, like traces of time.

The long white-haired beard was thick and curly, adding a kindness to him.

It looks like a respected old monk.

But the wrists and ankles are bound by chains engraved with dim runes.

The chains were also eroded by the years, rusty, and made a harsh and noisy sound with the movements of the old monk.

"Oh, the distinguished guest is coming, there is a loss of welcome, the old man is lazy, and he still looks at Haihan!"

Alchemist Juechen looked kind and friendly, and greeted warmly: "Please take a seat, please take a seat!" ”

The rusted iron chair it refers to also sits on a yellowing skeleton that is about to be weathered.

The entire cell was littered with dry bones, scattered on the ground and in the corners.

Near the Ding Xuan Yellow Alchemy Furnace, there were piles of pill residues like a hill, exuding all kinds of foul smells.

Coupled with the charitable and amiable appearance of the old monk Juechen, such a scene is indescribable, inexhaustible, and has a feeling of Chinese horror.

Xu Lin was also free and easy, threw the dry bones on the iron chair aside, and sat down generously.

"The old man has been obsessed with you for a few rounds, and he will call you a little friend."

Juechen smiled heartily, picked up the teapot from the tattered wooden table, poured the black tea into a broken bowl, and handed it to Xu Lin.

"Little friend, please use tea."

A hint of heat appeared in Juechen's eyes.

Seeing him like this, it is like the love of the elders for the younger generations, and the rewards of delicious food to their juniors.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a problem with this tea, Xu Lin would have really believed in his ghost.

[Name: Tea from unknown sources]

[Characteristics: Erysipelas, faint, weak, ......]

"The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a fine tea."

Xu Lin pretended to be a work, handed the tea bowl to the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and exclaimed.

"I didn't expect Xiaoyou to have such a taste at such a young age!"

Juechen was amazed, holding Xu Lin's hands like a confidant.

Some of the tea accidentally fell to the ground, sizzling black smoke.

"The old man's health tea is exquisite, it is made of forty-seven kinds of rare medicinal materials and carefully grinded."

"After drinking my tea, I guarantee that within three quarters of an hour, my waist will not hurt, my legs will not hurt, and my heart will not beat!"

"Three bowls of tea, I guarantee that you will be a good man in 20 years!"

Xu Lin was surprised: "Is there really such a god?" ”

"Of course!" The old monk Juechen blew his beard and glared, "The old man has a stunt that surpasses all living beings, and he has a good reputation in our Beizhao Temple!" ”

"To see a doctor for the common people, never charge a penny, the locals respect the old man as a monk who asks for his life, which can be said to dare to move the world and promote overseas ......"

"It's really daring to move." Xu Lin stared at the tea in his hand and muttered, "It is estimated that after drinking, people will burp immediately......"

"Hey." Juechen waved his hand and said modestly: "The monks don't speak, the old man said that if you die today, you will definitely not be able to wait for tomorrow." ”

"No matter how many years you have lived, how many times you have been cured, to me, it will be the last day, the last time!"

“……”

The old bald donkey was as described, and he was sure to be insane.

He actually said that the grass and human life were so justified that he could be called the living king of Hades who caused suffering.

It's the first time I've heard that drinking tea can send people to the west and hell, and if you don't get sick, you have to drink it to get sick.

"The master doesn't seek fame or profit, but he is really compassionate." Xu Lin complimented, and was polite to him.

"Harm, don't seek fame or profit, that old man is still trying to fart!" The old monk Juechen said compassionately: "It's just that I am thinking of passing away, and I only hope that the people in the world will get rid of the sea of suffering as soon as possible and ascend to the ...... of bliss."

After that,

Juechen glanced at the tea bowl in Xu Lin's hand in surprise: "Patronizing and chatting, Xiaoyou, why don't you drink tea?" ”

"This tea is extremely precious, and it won't taste good when it's cool."

"Could it be that you, Xiaoyou, are you questioning the old man's tea art?"

In the end, Juechen's tone gradually became unkind.

The right hand is in the shape of a claw, slightly raised, and the jet-black nails are filled with a stream of demonic energy.

Xu Lin shook his head slightly, "Master doesn't know, I have a good wife in my family, because my family is poor, and she is hungry and full with me...... I was so ashamed to enjoy such a wonderful spiritual tea alone, so I thought I would take it back and share it with my wife. ”

When Juechen heard this, he stroked his beard and sighed: "The word love is the most lovesick and the most difficult to pillow...... I don't want you to be a seed of infatuation at such a young age. ”

The old monk turned around and picked up the teapot, "It's not in the way, you drink it first, and then bring it back to ......."

"Master!" Without waiting for the old bald donkey to finish speaking, Xu Lin immediately got up and interrupted him, "I see that the master's alchemy materials don't seem to be enough?" ”

Juechen stopped abruptly when he heard this, and nodded subconsciously: "That's the case." ”

He said quite ashamedly: "Alas, I don't know how, Master, his old man hasn't sent medicinal materials for many years, maybe he saw that I don't have alchemy talent, and Master is also disappointed in me......"

Juechen's expression doesn't look like it's pretending.

It could be seen that he admired his master very much.

"Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambition is thousands of miles...... How can you be discouraged by a momentary failure? Xu Lingui persuaded: "Master, you are in love." ”

"That makes sense!" Juechen was like a confidant and patted Xu Lin's shoulder.

But his expression changed.

"As the saying goes, when a distinguished guest comes to the door, the rice rises three buckets, and the wealth increases ten!"

The old monk Juechen smiled strangely, and his palm was slightly forced, almost pinching Xu Lin's bones.

"Xiaoyou came from afar, and he knew that the old man lacked alchemy materials, so didn't he have a generous gift?"

"If not, wouldn't you be entertaining the old man?"

Juechen approached Xu Lin's cheek and looked at it carefully, his expression gradually becoming crazy.

"The old man has always been kind-hearted, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a gift, he can only wronged the little friend to sacrifice his flesh and blood to help the old man refine the elixir...... Hehehe. ”

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ps: In the morning, I deleted the description of the off-site audience interaction in the next 69 chapters, and revised the next 70 chapters.

I didn't expect that just after the change, it was actually Shenhe...... It's very people, speechless.

Let's see if we can release those two chapters in the afternoon.,Forgive me.。

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