I, a hundred-year-old ascetic, shocked the world by walking

The villagers present breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor's statement from Li Qing's phone that the operation was very successful.

"If he is really a living immortal, his medical skills are also amazing!"

"It's really powerful, the old man of the Li family, he almost choked to death, and he was saved with a few clicks!"

The villagers on the field were amazed, and the discussion was very loud.

"The living bodhisattva is alive!"

Seeing this, several villagers on the field directly closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and prayed to the location where Lin Chuan was.

Their views of Lin Chuan in their hearts couldn't help but deepen their good impression.

"These villagers are also simple and kind people!"

"I have to say that the old man is really like a god! I admit, I was shocked! "

Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and it seems that it is not an exaggeration for the old man to be called a living immortal with kindness and compassion."

"Everyone is happy, fortunately this uncle is fine, otherwise his daughter will definitely feel guilty for the rest of her life."

"So, you still have to think and think again."

"There are really two good things today, one is that the river fell and did not die, and the other is that my daughter's surgery was successful, and there were ups and downs, fortunately, everything was fine."

"It's the luck of this middle-aged man to meet the master!"

Lin Chuan stood aside and also heard the conversation on Li Qing's phone.

Looking at Li Qing, who was crying with joy in front of him, Lin Chuan was also happy for him in his heart.

The monk's robe on his body fluttered as he walked.

Lin Chuan shook his sleeves, clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and then said softly in his mouth.

"Amitabha, good, good."

"Fortunately, it's okay, it's so good!"

Lin Chuan's face was kind, and in his eyes, there was countless calmness.

Li Qing's legs and feet on the ground gradually regained consciousness, he turned around, knelt on his knees, clasped his hands together, and saluted Lin Chuan.

"Thank you Master for saving us!"

"My daughter is no longer in trouble, and what I said earlier about going up the mountain to pray will definitely come true."

"Now I don't have much money on me, can Master wait for me to go home and get it for you, in order to repay Master for saving your life!"

Hearing Li Qing's words, Lin Chuan pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, and the white beard on the side of his mouth also trembled slightly.

"Amitabha."

"Poor monks should cherish compassion and never ask for anything in return."

Between Lin Chuan's conversations, there is a master's style.

"The gentleman is polite, please get up quickly."

Li Qing was grateful, and faced Lin Chuan, and kowtowed heavily, and then helped the person to stand up.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Lin Chuan and couldn't help but worry about him in their hearts.

Today, these 30 kilometers, can you still complete it....

The road has come to this, can it only be a detour?

"The bridge is broken, and according to the words of those villagers, if you continue to go forward and take a detour, it will be a muddy mountain road, and the danger is too great."

"Not only that, but there was heavy rain a few days ago, and if you hit a landslide, it would be really bad."

"Think about it, this muddy and steep mountain road, so difficult to walk, how much can you walk in a day?"

"Alas, according to the rules of the competition, the old man must still have a long way to go today..."

"Isn't the old man worried? Why don't you stop and rest for a few days? Although

Lin Chuan said that he had traveled several meters on the river, the river in front of him was about a few hundred meters wide.

Using light work to condense internal strength, walking on the river, this trick is used to walk hundreds of meters, it will not work at all....

Even if the head of the Wudang Sect came today, he would definitely not be able to step a few hundred meters into the river.

This gushing river, the waves are higher than the wave.

Standing on the edge of the river, you can feel the deterrent power of this river.

Lin Chuan looked at this turbulent river, thinking in his heart that now he is only a second-rate realm, and stepping on the river for hundreds of meters will not work.

If it is first-class, it should work.

At that time, the village chief in this village leaned over and slowly walked towards Lin Chuan.

"If the master does not dislike it, he will live in our village for a few days."

"In a few days, the bridge will definitely be repaired."

After the village chief finished speaking, the villagers present also spoke.

"If you take a detour, the mountain is steep, I am afraid it is too dangerous."

Li Qing, who was pale, also spoke.

The villagers in the village are honest people who don't have much scheming, and they are kind from the heart.

After hearing the village chief's words, Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and then said with a smile.

"The poor monk thanked the village chief for his kindness, but the distance was tight, and he really couldn't continue to stay."

When the words fell, Lin Chuan stood in front of the Yangtze River, his eyebrows stretched.

On his face, the audience could not find a trace of melancholy because there was no way out.

Lin Chuan's expression was very calm at this moment, and his flat eyes groped the surroundings of the river.

His gaze fell, and he landed on a reed pole by the river.

Lin Chuan took a few steps forward without hurry, and immediately, he picked up a reed pole that was about a meter long.

Seeing this, the onlookers frowned, and they didn't understand what Lin Chuan wanted to do.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

In the crowd on the field, there was a puzzled young man, touched his head, and finally chose to ask.

The words fell, but Lin Chuan did not open his mouth to explain.

Lin Chuan shook his clothes, took the reed pole, and walked forward slowly.

Coming to the river, Lin Chuan threw the reed pole onto the rough river.

The reed pole that fell on the surface of the river suddenly seemed to have magic.

On this rough river, it was not washed downstream.

The reed pole stopped above the river, and despite the rushing waves pushing and jospering again and again, the reed pole still did not move at all.

After several large waves, the reed pole still stood calmly on the surface of the river.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched this scene and felt very magical in their hearts.

They had seen Li Qing's small boat before, swaying in this big river, obviously unstable because of the big waves.

Why this section of reed can be so calm, they can't guess and can't think of.

This doesn't seem to have much to do with the Pythagorean theorem....

Lin Chuan's face was extremely kind, and after squatting down, he waved his hand to the little fox.

The little fox, who is smart and understands human nature, shook the dust stained on his body, his hind legs were hard, his front legs pounced, and he immediately jumped into Lin Chuan's arms.

The moment he threw himself into Lin Chuan's arms, the little fox couldn't help but be shocked by Lin Chuan's strong arms.

Different from the skinny and rugged, an old man who is over 100 years old, his arms are so broad and strong.

After feeling this, the little fox's reverence for Lin Chuan couldn't help but be higher.

The little fox shrunk its tail and obediently lay in Lin Chuan's arms.

Lin Chuan held the little fox in one hand, facing the big river, his feet were light, and his body landed steadily on the calm reed.