After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Since Jia Ruo was in a coma, Xing Xinglin, who was trapped by vines, and Chang Xiaoqing, who was bound into a tree cocoon, also fell down.

The vines loosely hung down from the two people, Xing Xinglin remained motionless after falling to the ground, but Chang Xiaoqing rolled out of the tree cocoon, and was still sane.

It's just that he has golden needles on his body, even if the vines are loose, he still can't move at this time.

He raised his eyes and saw Lin Mao was looking at him with concern, his eyes suddenly flashed, his lips moved slightly, and he called out "Master" silently.

Seeing Chang Xiaoqing's expression, Lin Mao felt relieved when he knew he was fine, but then he thought of Jia Ruo——

Seeing that the vine is so soft and rotten, even Chang Xiaoqing can let go, Jia Ruo must be very bad.

Lin Mao hurriedly went to look at Jia Ruo again, but he could only see that the man's eyes were closed and he was motionless.

In an instant, Lin Mao's heart that had just relaxed immediately tightened up again.

Could it be that Jia Ruo is dead?

Lin Mao had already been sucked blood by Jia Ruo to the point of dying, but seeing Jia Ruo collapsed in front of his eyes did not make him feel any better.

On the contrary, since Jia Ruolian and those vines fell to the ground completely motionless, Lin Mao only felt as if something inside his body suddenly shattered, which made him inexplicably panicky.

"Gara?"

Lin Mao forcibly stood up, looking palely at the monks who walked slowly towards Jiaruo step by step with serious faces.

The cassocks on those monks were already torn and covered with blood, and their bodies were even more scarred, with many huge wounds with deep bone visible.But they didn't seem to care about the injuries on their bodies, and their faces were as calm as wood sculptures and clay sculptures-compared to this, it was the little bit of panic that they showed when they were attacked by Jia Ruo earlier, which made them look more human.

The demeanor and pace of this group of monks made Lin Mao feel an indescribable discomfort.

Especially the most eye-catching boy among them, he looked like a child, but when he glanced over occasionally, his eyes were deep and indifferent, as if he was a centenarian who had no worries about the bustling world. .

That is, under the boy's gesture, Lin Mao watched them pull several dark and heavy steel cables from a distance. The iron cables were exactly two pairs of shackles, which happened to be able to firmly trap Jia Ruo's limbs. live.The shackles were also very different from the ordinary shape. Four half-finger-long iron needles were specially cast inside. Once they were bound to a person's limbs, the iron needles would pierce the flesh and penetrate deeply into the joints.Needless to say, the tortured person must be in unbearable pain and suffering.

As soon as Lin Mao saw the iron chain, a flash of inspiration flashed in Lin Mao's mind, and he instantly remembered the scene when he first met Jia Ruo many days ago.

Wasn't Jia Ruo at that time also wearing the same iron chains on his ankles?The only difference may be that the iron chains these monks took out are far thicker, heavier, and crueler than what Lin Mao saw on the night when the snake tide was surging.

"You are from Lingkong Temple."

Lin Mao frowned and couldn't help sighing.

However, since even the iron chains that bound people were brought, Jia Ruo must have just passed out at this time.Thinking of this, the big stone in Lin Mao's heart became softer.

"What... do you want to do to him?"

He couldn't help but asked again.

The elder who held the incense had actually put all his thoughts on Jia Ruo before, but he didn't pay attention to the three people who were lying on the side of the road and couldn't move.

But when he heard Lin Mao revealing the identities of their group, he couldn't help but pause, and raised his eyes to look at Lin Mao carefully.

"It's you……"

When the elder didn't pay attention to Lin Mao, his expression was calm and peaceful, just like when he watched his fellow disciples being massacred wantonly by Jia Ruo's vines before.But when Lin Mao's face was clearly imprinted in his eyes, the calm disappeared in an instant, replaced by horror and surprise.

However, this mood swing was only for a short moment, and in the blink of an eye, Elder Chixiang regained his composure—it's just that the face that should have been full of childishness at this time was indistinguishable and complicated.

"It turned out to be you, that makes sense."

The elder murmured softly, but he didn't know if he was speaking to Lin Mao or to himself.

A monk beside him heard the whisper and couldn't help casting a puzzled glance in his direction.

Seeing the change in the boy's expression, Lin Mao frowned even deeper, and asked, "Do you know me?"

Elder Chixiang gave a wry smile, and said softly: "If you say you know it, you can say you know it. If you say you don't know it, you can say you don't know it. It's been a long time, benefactor Lin..."

Hearing the elder's wry smile, Lin Mao didn't react yet, but the few survivors in Lingkong Temple all trembled and looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Elder Chixiang seemed to be aware of the suspicion of the people beside him. Seeing that the shackles with long chains were about to fasten Jiaruo's wrists and ankles, Elder Chixiang raised his hand to stop those people move.

"That's it."

He let out a low sigh, and didn't know what gestures he made. The rest of the monks put down the shackles in their hands, turned around silently, and retreated a hundred steps. .

Here is what the people in Lingkong Temple said, "Don't see, don't hear, don't listen." Now that the matter has come to this point, Lin Mao can't guess that it's because the child who looks a little inexplicable has something to say to him.

"It has been 120 years since the last time I met Lin benefactor. How is Lin benefactor doing in this life?"

Sure enough, the first sentence that the young monk of Lingkong Temple said next was unimaginable and earth-shattering.

"One hundred... twenty years?"

Lin Mao stared blankly at the monk's young face, and repeated a sentence softly.

Elder Holding Fragrance smiled and sat cross-legged in front of Lin Mao.

"That's right, it's exactly 120 years." He lowered his eyes, and the smile deepened on the corners of his mouth, "But you think I look young and childish now, so what I say seems like a child's nonsense?"

"..."

Lin Mao just remained silent.

Elder Chixiang said: "That's right, thinking about it, you have forgotten now, because I practiced the treasure phase rebirth skill, so it is completely opposite to ordinary people's body shape changes from childhood to old age. Young and strong, and then from young and strong to young children, he transformed himself into a baby, and finally turned into a little soul and entered the world. When you and I met for the first time, my treasure was a centenarian, very old, and Even though you are seriously injured, you are peerless, worthy of the title of heaven and man."

Lin Mao still didn't speak, but he knew that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Elder Chixiang didn't care about Lin Mao's silence, and continued: "I never thought that I will be transformed into a child now, and I will return to heaven and earth after ten years of cultivation. When I see you again, you will still be the same as before. Sigh ..." He suddenly sighed, "Thinking about it, that young master has spent his whole life thinking about it, but he still failed in the end."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Lin Mao stared at Elder Holding Fragrance, and spoke slowly, word by word.

But only he himself knew that his body was trembling slightly at this time, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed that his whole heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The few words that Elder Chixiang said sounded so unbelievable: why we met 120 years ago, what "that son"...

But Lin Mao had an inexplicable intuition in his heart that told him that not a word said by the child in front of him was fictional or imaginary.

120 years ago...

Suddenly, an extremely strange scene appeared in Lin Mao's mind.

It was in an open and unobstructed meditation room.

"He" sat by the window, quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

That was a scene that Lin Mao had never seen in real life.

It was a white sea... a sea of ​​clouds and mist.

As the wind flows, the clouds surge and the waves rise.

The place where "Lin Mao" is located is so high that it seems to be close to the heavenly palace, not the human world.

And beside him, sat a skinny old man who looked like a living zombie.

The old man was so old that ordinary people couldn't imagine that there was not a single piece of smooth skin on his whole body. Wrinkles piled on top of each other, and the loose skin drooped down, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

His voice was also very old and vague, and it sounded a little intermittent...

【"You are an extraordinary person, and the wounds on your body have already healed...Why do you bother to learn such a skill, to experience life, old age, sickness and death in the world..."】

【"Birth, old age, sickness and death? Is it really possible for me to be born, to grow old, to get sick...to die?"】

Lin Mao heard very clearly that he spoke unfamiliar words with a familiar voice.

How did the old man answer him?

But Lin Mao didn't know anymore... This memory only ends here, and the last faint impression is that the old man sighed deeply.

"Ugh……"

It was this sigh from the child that brought Lin Mao back to reality.

After the Elder Holding Fragrance sighed, he took a serious look at Lin Mao.

His eyes were extremely clear, and after the initial surprise, doubt and panic faded away, what remained was an unusually clear compassion.

That was compassion for Lin Mao.

"Since Benefactor Lin doesn't know what I'm talking about, I think the method of that person was somewhat successful. For you, it is the luck of a lifetime."

The elder holding incense then recited the Buddha's name and stood up resolutely.

"It's me... I thought that I had completed my merits and virtues in this life and cultivated a clear state of mind, but I didn't expect to meet an old man a hundred years later, and my mind was so disturbed, and I disturbed myself instead. What I said earlier, Lin Benefactor regarded it as an ignorant child Do not delve into your childish words."

As soon as the words fell, the elder holding incense had already paced towards the unconscious Jia Ruo.

He kicked away the shackles that were intended to restrain Jia Ruo, then picked up a vajra stick that was used to nail vines before, and aimed the tip of the vajra stick stained with maroon slurry at Garro's head.