In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Zen Master Wuxin didn't have any opinion on changing the Jinjing, the two of them continued eating and chatting together, and when they were about to finish dinner, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked another question.

"Master Wuxin, you have fought against me, which one do you think is stronger, my inner strength or the spiritual strength of a cultivator?"

Zen Master Wuxin thought for a while, and then said bluntly:

"The internal strength of the little deer benefactor is actually pretty good, but the functions and functions are too single at present. It can only strengthen the body, or release it to meet the enemy, or use the internal strength to protect itself and form a gas shield. Therefore, the poor monk feels that the internal strength At present, it is not comparable to spiritual power."

The boy was immediately depressed when he heard this.

And just when he felt a little unhappy, Zen Master Wuxin went on to say:

"Actually, the little deer benefactor doesn't need to worry.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth has existed since ancient times, and my generation of monks has passed it down for thousands of years. The use and research of spiritual power has long since reached the extreme.

And this internal force has just appeared and has not been thoroughly studied, so it is naturally not comparable to spiritual power.

In the follow-up, as long as the little deer benefactor is willing to pay attention, given time, the internal strength may not necessarily be inferior to the spiritual power of heaven and earth. "

The handsome duck on the side also nodded again and again: "Yes, boss, it's all like this. When a new thing just appears, it is definitely not as good as the old thing, but you just need to work steadily and study slowly, who will be stronger in the future and who will be weaker?" If it’s not good, take your time.”

Lin Xiaolu nodded upon hearing this.

Okay, then take your time, anyway, I am now invincible in my peers, at the age of 16, my ability is close to that of a monk in the alchemy realm, I am so awesome that I am afraid.

"Little Deer Benefactor, are you going to leave tomorrow?" Zen Master Wuxin suddenly asked with a smile.

"En." Lin Xiaolu nodded, and said: "Master, we will be in Huangtian Mirage in a few months. I promised the head sister to go back before Huangtian Mirage begins."

Wuxin smiled when she heard the words, and praised: "With the strength of Xiaolu Benefactor, which is comparable to the alchemy realm, he is definitely the strongest among the younger generation of the six immortal sects."

"Haha, that's right." Lin Xiaolu smiled happily: "I will definitely be very good at that time, and then I will be very good every day in Huangtian Mirage. I really get excited just thinking about it, hohohohoho~"

Zen Master Wuxin looked at the silly young man with a pair of blind eyes, couldn't help laughing for a while, and continued to ask with a smile: "When is the little deer benefactor going to return to Emei?"

"Tomorrow."

Lin Xiaolu planed two mouthfuls of rice, puffed his cheeks and said with a smile: "But before going back to Emei, I want to go to Donggua Village first, to see the place where I grew up when I was a child."

The last time Li Mingru came, Lin Xiaolu had already asked about the location of Donggua Village, and learned that it was in a small country called Song State. He wanted to see if the storyteller was still there.

At the dinner table, Zen Master Wuxin nodded with a smile when he heard what Xiaolu said, and then asked:

"Little deer benefactor, do you have any money?"

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback.

And feeling his reaction, Zen master Wuxin knew his current situation.

Shangguan Pomegranate left, and Xiao Lu had already spent all of his money.

"It's fine, master. I'll do some legitimate small business after I go down the mountain."

"what business?"

"Be friendly and ask others for money."

Zen Master Wuxin was almost not happy when he heard the words, and angrily and funnyly took out a package that had been prepared a long time ago from the rosary.

"Little deer benefactor, you should pay attention to the law of wealth and marriage. The little deer benefactor is not an ascetic monk. You can't do without money. Here are a few boxes of Xichen pills and a dozen taels of silver, which are earned by the poor monk from treating the villagers at the foot of the mountain over the years. "

"Ah, Master, this is not good." Lin Xiaolu was a little surprised. He knew about the broken money. Zen Master Wuxin often treated some villagers, and the villagers would give him some money. Zen Master Wuxin didn't want it. But the villagers insisted on giving it, so it was hard for him to refuse.

Most of the villagers at the bottom of the mountain are not rich, so they don’t give much money. Most of them are some scraps of copper coins. After decades, they add up to only a dozen or so taels of silver. Zen Master Wuxin has never moved a penny, and now he gave them all. Own.

"The little deer benefactor can just accept it. The poor monk is used to cleanliness, so he doesn't need these."

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then thanked Zen Master Wuxin very moved.

That night, he and Shuai Shuai Ya slept in Wuxin Temple for the last night. In the morning of the second day, after Lin Xiaolu washed up and had his last breakfast, he carried a cloth bag on his back and stood outside Zen Master Wuxin's meditation room, listening to Hearing the clear chanting sound in the meditation room, he clasped his fists heavily, and then went down the mountain with Shuai Shuai Ya.

At this point, the boy left the dilapidated temple where he had lived for two years, bid farewell to Zen Master Wuxin who had been taking care of him, and set off again.

And in the time to come, Zen Master Wuxin will always be his elder mentor second only to Li Mingru and Mr. Storyteller in his heart.

……

……

Three days later, somewhere in the mortal world on a mountain trail.

It was hot summer, and the scorching heat was unbearable. A girl with a long sword walked through the dense forest, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead all the way.

Soon, after a long morning of driving, the exhausted girl saw a tea shop in the distance, and she felt happy immediately.

The tea was spread beside the road, surrounded by a few outdated benches. At the moment, some passers-by were sitting here to rest and drink tea.

The girl who was about fifteen or sixteen years old excitedly walked to the tea shop, smiled at the tea shop shopkeeper, "Ma'am, give me a bowl of herbal tea."

"Three pennies."

The girl paid the money neatly, then took the herbal tea and drank it happily.

She was already thirsty after driving all morning, and when she took a drink of this refreshing herbal tea, she immediately felt comfortable and let out a hearty "Ah~".

The girl came to a table with herbal tea and sat down. While drinking, she looked at the tea customers around her, and found that most of them were ordinary people, including farmers, hunters, and scholars rushing for exams.

One of the scholars was holding a book and reading, and then his eyes glanced at himself from time to time.

Hmph, prodigal son!

The girl snorted disdainfully, turned around and refused to talk to the scholar, and continued drinking her herbal tea.

Not long after the herbal tea was finished, she was about to ask for another bowl from the shopkeeper, when suddenly there was a sound of fast horseshoes in the distance.

The people drinking tea in the open-air tea stall were all taken aback when they heard the sound of horseshoes, and then they saw a few men riding tall horses appear.

These men were all holding knives and had fierce faces. As soon as they appeared, they surrounded the guests in the tea shop.

People were terrified and screamed endlessly looking at the shining sword. The scholar was even more frightened and got under the table.

The girl was also quite frightened, holding her sword firmly in her palm, hesitating whether to resist or not.

At this moment, a one-eyed dragon wearing a blindfold was riding on a horse, holding a knife, looking down at everyone from a high position, and then laughed loudly:

"Grandpa is a horse bandit in Qingcheng Mountain. He always only seeks money and doesn't hurt others. You all hand over the money obediently and promise to be fine!"

Everyone in the arena was terrified, but the girl who had practiced martial arts for several years was a little hesitant.

Seeing that everyone started to pay for their lives without daring to speak out, a strange loud laugh suddenly came from a distance!

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Everyone in the arena was startled by the sudden shout, and then they saw a little Taoist priest wearing a navy blue Taoist robe running over with a duck.

The little Taoist priest was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and after rushing into the arena, he laughed loudly at the horse bandits on horseback:

"Grandpa is a bandit from Emei Mountain. He always only seeks money and doesn't hurt others. You all hand over the money obediently and promise to be fine!"