Money? Not bad money?

I don't seem to have that stuff!

Thinking of Haikou, who had praised the restaurant owner before, Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed.

After that, as if he remembered something, Lin Zhao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Immortal Chief, is the 'Pine Spirit Dew' in the small shop still to your liking?" the road boss smiled, with a hint of expectation in his expression.

"Poor roads have traveled a lot, and this wine is indeed a rare wine.

Well, how many 'truffles' do you have, and the poor road buys them all.

As for the price, boss, you can offer whatever you want!"

Lin Zhao put his hands behind his back and said indifferently.

Boss Lu was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he quickly came back to his senses and first glanced at the lobby with vigilant eyes.

Then a middle-aged man called out and whispered a few words, and then said to Lin Zhao:

"Please also ask the immortal chief to take a step to speak. ”

After saying that, he made a gesture of please, and he took the lead.

After dozens of breaths, in a warm house in the backyard of the restaurant, Boss Lu and Lin Zhao sat down separately.

The young man sat a little cramped on a round bench near the corner of the room, curiously looking at the furnishings in the room.

Boss Lu bowed to Lin Zhao, and then said:

"Contemptible Lu Tianfeng, you can call me the boss of the road, or the old road.

It is really an honor for our store to be recognized by the sencho for 'Pine Linglu'.

It's just that this wine is not easy to make, so the number is not much, and now there are only more than 40 jars in the cellar, and the cellaring time ranges from 10 to 30 years......"

In the boss's self-boasting and bitterness, Lin Zhao left five altars for the restaurant owner, and the rest was bought by him.

After accounting, the owner of the restaurant quoted Lin Zhao the price of 2,300 taels of gold.

Lin Zhao didn't have any concept about this, and he didn't plan to study it in detail, so he glanced at Lu Tianfeng and said:

"Poor Dao has traveled so far, it seems that he is also destined for your boss.

I have two ways to settle the bill here, one is to use this bottle of elixir as the price of wine.

The other one is to pay you gold.

How to choose, please decide quickly, and discuss with you later or other matters. ”

While speaking, Lu Tianfeng only felt a flower in front of him, and saw a jade bottle appear out of thin air in Lin Zhao's hand.

Immortal means, sure enough, immortals, Lao Tzu bet right!

Lu Tianfeng was ecstatic in his heart, trying to suppress his excitement, and said in a somewhat out-of-tune voice:

"Dare to ask the Immortal Chief, what is the use of your elixir?"

"Hehe, if the poor Dao is not mistaken, your martial arts cultivation is also extraordinary, but you focus on external kung fu, but your internal strength has never advanced to the innate realm.

Yet?"

At this moment, Lin Zhao misses the "Yuchen Old Immortal" very much, if this immortal comes forward at this moment, with his white hair and white beard, holding the dust, and brushing his long beard, wouldn't he be a good person?

My face is still too pink and tender, and it lacks infectious power!

In the midst of Lin Zhao's thoughts, Lu Tianfeng frowned, and quickly stretched out, and casually sent a sycophant.

"Immortal Chang has good eyesight!"

"Poor Dao has been sitting in the mountains for a long time, although he has not entered immortality, but some of the means in the mortal world are clear at a glance.

As for this bottle of elixir, it can easily help you achieve innateness!"

Lin Zhao rubbed the jade bottle in his hand, still saying in an indifferent tone.

"Really?"

......

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Zhao took the young man and walked towards an inn.

Lu Tianfeng looked at the two bottles of pills in his hand, his eyes burned, and he couldn't wait to take the retreat immediately.

Then I thought of the jar of wine that was taken away by that person out of thin air in the wine cellar, and a trace of melancholy rose in my heart.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to be born in the Immortal Dao!"

Previously, Lin Zhao exchanged a bottle of "Peiyuan Dan" for fine wine, and used a bottle of "Golden Muscle Pill" to get a promise from Lu Tianfeng.

As for what the promise was, Lin Zhao did not explain at the time.

However, Lu Tianfeng still lied, and there were not only more than 40 jars of fine wine in his cellar, but nearly 100 jars.

Now only five altars have been left for him, and the rest have been included in the storage law ring by Lin Zhao.

In the upper room of an inn, Lin Zhao and the young man sat across the table.

Lin Zhao took out the tea set and began to boil water, wash tea, and make tea.

"Little one, poor Dao and Zhao, now you can tell me your name and what happened to you!"

The boy looked at the various artifacts that appeared out of thin air on the table, and the curiosity in his heart was about to explode.

After hearing Lin Zhao's inquiry, he finally came back to his senses.

"My name is Fu Chen, I am twelve years old this year, three years ago, when the ice wolf besieged the city, my father and brother died, I was hidden in the water tank, and I survived.

Right now...... Now I want food!"

Although it is not clear what the so-called "Ice Wolf Siege" is, Lin Zhao can guess it in general.

It's nothing more than something similar to the beast tide, but the tragic experience of the little guy in front of him still makes Lin Zhao sympathize.

"It's really hard for you, you want to follow the poor Dao to learn the immortal law?"

Hearing this, Fu Chen immediately nodded like a chicken eating rice, his eyes full of longing.

"Haha, if you want to learn the immortal method, it's not so easy, you have to see if you have any bones first.

In addition, you have to endure hardship!" Lin Zhao looked at Fu Chen with a faint smile and a deep gaze.

Although Fu Chen didn't understand what the root bone was, he understood the word "hardship", and immediately said in a loud voice:

"Immortal Chief, I can endure hardship;

"Although I have a faint sense of it, I have to look to know it, and I don't have to move around. ”

With that, Lin Zhao asked Fu Chen to stand in front of him, holding his palm and inputting a mana.

Fu Chen felt a stream of hot air coming from the palm of his hand, and then flowed towards his whole body, as if he was soaking in hot water, and his whole body was comfortable.

"Yes, yes, my perception is not wrong!" Lin Zhao said with his palm back.

Fu Chen was a little dazed, he didn't understand what the immortal chief meant, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only hide it in his heart.

It is actually the most outstanding gold bank, and I am afraid that it looks like seven or eight o'clock like this.

If Hanging Sword Mountain knows, will this kid be snatched away immediately?

Lin Zhao looked at the spiritual spring water that was about to boil on the small stove, and thought silently in his heart.

After a long time, the decision was finally made.

"Poor Dao gives you two choices, one is that Poor Dao will teach you the cultivation method, but it can't accept you as a disciple.

The other is to send you to a top faction and practice the art of Edgeworth.

Don't be in a hurry to answer, it's about your future path, and you must choose carefully!"

Fu Chen frowned and fell into deep thought, Lin Zhao saw that although he was young, he had already shown a calm personality.

"And Zhao Xianchang, the method of the sword is to step on the sword and fly around in the sky?"

Fu Chen seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said to Lin Zhao.

"Yes, you've ever seen an immortal like this?"

Lin Zhao was a little curious, and guessed in his heart that the monks of Hanging Sword Mountain might have been here.

"Yes, three years ago, the ice wolves besieged the city, and in the end, it was only with the help of a few immortals with flying swords that the wolves were killed. ”

Fu Chen said with a hateful look on his face.

"Yes, that's the method of Edgeworth.

As long as you want to go, the poor road will send you there, and you will be able to conquer the sword in the future. ”

Lin Zhao's expression was indifferent and he began to make tea.

The expression on Fu Chen's face changed, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

When Lin Zhao pushed a cup of spiritual tea in front of him, he came to his senses.

After that, he looked resolute, as if he had made a decision.

"And Zhao Xianchang, you saved my life before.

Whether you accept me as a disciple or not, I am willing to follow you. ”

Lin Zhao did not answer immediately, but continued to persuade:

"The method taught to you by the poor path is different from the ordinary way of cultivation, and you will not be able to eat meat in the future, and you will not be able to marry and have children.

It is more likely that there will be countless hardships in the future.

And if you go to that Imperial Sword Immortal Gate, your road to the future may be much smoother.

In this way, you are still willing to follow the poor path to learn the immortal method?"

Fu Chen did not hesitate at all, stood up and said:

"I know that the Immortal Chief has good intentions, but I have already made up my mind that even if I die in the future, I will not regret it. ”

Lin Zhao bowed slightly:

"In this case, you must keep in mind what you said today, all this is your own decision, and you will not regret it in the future, and you will not complain about the poor way!"

Fu Chen nodded vigorously when he heard this, his eyes were extremely firm.

On the second day, Lin Zhao took Fu Chen to the "Drunken Immortal Building" and talked in detail with Lu Tianfeng for half an hour.

Later, Lu Tianfeng personally helped Zhang Luo, bought a small courtyard in the city, and asked people to buy all kinds of furniture and daily necessities.

Although the courtyard is small, it is better than secluded.

From this day on, Lin Zhao and Fu Chen lived here.

Lin Zhao taught Fu Chen's pile method and boxing method, and at the same time let him bathe in the body refining treasure medicine, and personally washed his hair and marrow.

In his spare time, Lin Zhao took out a Buddhist scripture and explained it in detail.

All kinds of words, Lin Zhao has already carefully imprinted the secret technique of transmitting the law to him.

But knowledge cannot be instilled in this way.

More than three months passed in a hurry, and Fu Chen's forging body foundation was finally completed, with all kinds of secret medicines refined by the true dragon's essence blood, and its foundation building conditions were far better than Lin Zhao and Mu Binglan back then.

In the courtyard, Fu Chen played a set of "tiger fists".

But I saw that his body was like an arrow, fierce and vicious, and there were gusts of bloody wind wherever he passed, and the strength of his fist broke through the air, as if a tiger roared on a hill.

After a while, Fu Chen put away his fist fight, and suddenly heard Lin Zhao call:

"Xiaochen, you come in. ”

In the main hall of the small courtyard, a table is placed at the top.

On the table were incense candles, flowers, and a small pagoda.

Lin Zhao picked up three sticks of sandalwood, lit them and prayed solemnly:

"The patriarchs of the King Kong Sect are above, and the poor Dao Lin Zhao was inherited by your sect back then, and he once learned the supreme classics of your sect.

Now that he has achieved a small amount of success in his cultivation, he wants to fulfill the promise he made back then and restart the Taoist inheritance for your sect.

Now there is a good talent Fu Chen, and the poor Tao will teach the classics on his behalf.

I hope that the patriarchs of your sect will protect Fu Chen, let him be safe and happy, and carry forward the Taoism of your sect!"

With that, he inserted sandalwood into the incense burner.

Only then did he say to Fu Chen:

"Kneel down and prostrate. ”

After that, he walked a few rituals, such as Lin Zhaodai's predecessors of the King Kong Sect, who gave him the name "Dust".

And at the moment when Lin Zhao gave the Dharma name, an invisible force passed through the void and sank into the "dust" eyebrows.

But Lin Zhao didn't notice it.

After all the processes were completed, although there were some nondescript, Fu Chen could be regarded as officially worshipping under the gate of King Kong Temple.

In the future, it will shoulder the important task of inheriting the Vajra sect and re-establishing the mountain gate.

Lin Zhao taught Fu Chen the first three layers of the "Vajra Dragon Elephant Vigorous Nirvana Sutra", and told him all kinds of precautions, such as not teaching the classics of people outside the sect.

And Lin Zhao himself also planned not to teach the scriptures of the Vajra Sect to others again, unless he joined the Vajra Sect.

At that time, he was still a little shallow in knowledge, but fortunately, he was only dedicated to the sect and taught his two disciples.

But these causes and effects are still borne by Lin Zhao, and with his current strength, he also has the ability to bear them.

In this way, Lin Zhao will not be able to fulfill his oath, unless the Vajra Sect will one day reopen the mountain gate.

A few more days have passed, and what should have been explained has been explained, and what should have been arranged has also been arranged, and all kinds of follow-up matters have been arranged.

Fu Chen only needs to be patient and practice, and he will enter the realm quickly, or in a year or two, there will be no hidden worries in this mortal realm.

Lin Zhao has never underestimated Fu Chen.

This child, who has been in the beggar's pile for three years, struggles with life and death every day, and whose body parts are still intact, is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary teenager.

And the mysterious thunder card has to be active every few days, as if urging Lin Zhao to leave as soon as possible.

In the early morning of this day, Lin Zhao nodded to Fu Chen, and then his body shook, and he was gone.

Fu Chen looked up at Tianyu, with a solemn expression on his little face, and after a while, he turned into fortitude, without the slightest cry when ordinary children left adults, and it was calm and palpitating.

After that, he put on a posture and began to stand on his own and practice.

In the clouds, Lin Zhao took a step at a distance of hundreds of zhang and walked in the northwest direction.

I don't know if it's an illusion, after experiencing this, Lin Zhao suddenly felt that his Dao heart was clear.

Regarding the inheritance of the Vajra Sect and the re-establishment of the mountain gate, Lin Zhao originally had other plans.

But people are not as good as heaven, and there seems to be an invisible force affecting him in the dark, so that he unconsciously stayed here and accepted Fu Chen.

Lin Zhao looked at the Dao Heart and found that it was extremely clear, as if everything was normal, but he felt an indescribable strangeness, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain on his face.

Immeasurable void, desolate world, a temple is located on the mountainside of a Lingfeng.

The temple was silent, and occasionally the linden tree was rustled by the breeze.

Under the tree sat an old monk, whose roots flew up obliquely like needles, and he was playing with a rosary in his hand.

Vaguely, it seems that every rosary is reflecting a world.

In the merit pool, an old turtle has a golden body, and the lines on its back are shining from time to time.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded from the air, and at the same time, a cyan electric light broke out of the void and slashed down on the top of the old monk's head.

In an instant, the old monk opened his eyes and looked into the air, and one of the prayer beads in his hand suddenly flew up and greeted the electric light.

The electric light intersected with the rosary, and no sound came out.

After that, the electric light disappeared, and the rosary fell into the palm of the old monk's hand.

The old monk looked at the rosary, and Gu Jing Bubo's expression was finally moved.

What are the secrets of that world? As soon as there is a movement, a thunderbolt falls, where is this divine shot?

No one answered the doubts in his heart, and the rosary without the slightest spiritual light in his palm made the old monk feel distressed again.

"Hehe, the old man is watching, but there are already Arhats in that world, and I will see how things evolve?"

Half an hour passed, a voice with anger rang out, piercing the silence of the temple.