Master never follows a routine

Jiang Linmu carefully finished the shrimp buns in his hand, and then walked slowly towards the Zongmen.

Ying Lin followed behind him, looked up at the sun outside, and sighed: "Master, we have been late for a long time."

"Then let them go first. Anyway, I don't want to see Elder Yuqing's old mule face." Jiang Linmu narrowed his eyes. Today was a rare sunny day, and his body was crisp from the sun.

Elder Yuqing had a nice name for himself, but his appearance was not satisfactory. Dala had an old face, with outturned nostrils, a big tumor on his chin, and a tuft of hair on the tumor.

In Jiang Linmu's words, it's like a mule.

Ying Lin laughed softly: "Master, aren't you afraid of being heard by Elder Yuqing?"

Jiang Linmu turned his head slightly, blinked slyly, and whispered: "Then remember not to tell him."

He looks really good like this, Ying Lin quickly lowered his head: "Okay."

Elder Yuqing and his two apprentices have been waiting outside the door for an hour.

Elder Yuqing still had his old mule face drooping, Que Tian and Zhuang Lin's faces were swollen for some reason, and Jiang Linmu couldn't help but linger on them for a while longer.

really interesting.

The old mule took two fat donkeys with him.

"The elder has been waiting for a long time, and the two juniors have been waiting for a long time." Ying Lin stepped forward and saluted.

Que Tian and Zhuang Lin stared at him, their fists clenched tightly.

"I'm sorry, I got up late." Jiang Linmu pursed his lips and smiled: "I didn't expect Elder Yuqing to wake up so early at his age. I'm afraid that the wolf demon will be snatched away by others."

"It is the duty of a cultivator to eliminate demons and righteous ways for the people. If you delay for a day, that wolf demon will harm many people." Elder Yuqing lowered his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Yumu: "On the contrary, Elder Bai Qing, you are the one who cultivates Taoism." People are still sleepy, so lazy, they have to wake up."

Ying Lin sneaked a glance at Jiang Linmu. When he heard the name, he thought he might be Cypress.

Later, Jiang Linmu said that he just wanted to use this title to bring out his noble character of being upright and fearless...

"It's too much to step on one handful of one." Jiang Linmu said: "Sleeping is human nature. I heard that lack of rest can easily lead to hair loss."

Elder Yuqing, who felt that he was being suppressed, suddenly found that the remaining four people were staring at the top of his bright head.

"It's nonsense! This deity's hair is just unevenly distributed!" Elder Yuqing shook his beard angrily, and Yu Jian left first.

"Senior Brother Ying Lin, let's go too." Que Tian reacted immediately, calling Ying Lin decisively.

"Go first, I will go with Master."

"Elder Bai Qing is going too?" Que Tian's face froze.

"I have nothing to do, I'll come with you to have a look." Jiang Linmu said warmly, "Is there any problem?"

"...Okay, uncle please." Que Tian forced a smile.

Laiqian Village is not considered big, nor rich, but the simple and sincere wishes of the villagers are clearly expressed through the name of the village.

It was evening when they arrived, the sun was setting, and the sun was melting gold.

Smoke rises from the low houses, and the aroma of food can be smelled in the air.

Elder Yuqing stood at the entrance of the village holding his mule's face, and several old men with bowls stared at him like they were guarding against thieves.

A few naked children also stood in the distance and looked at him curiously.Two children held stones in their hands and were about to throw them at him.

Jiang Linmu gloated from the side, and said to Lin in a low voice: "That old mule Yuqing is the most face-saving, and his temper is as stubborn as a donkey. I don't know where to ask the client first."

Que Tian and Zhuang Lin flew down with their swords in a hurry, clasped their fists and knelt in front of Elder Yuqing: "The disciple is late, I kept Master waiting, it's time to fight."

"Hmph!" Yuqing snorted coldly.

Seeing those people coming from the sky with their swords, the villagers who were eating sunflower seeds were so startled that their eyes widened. They stood up quickly and made a gesture of obeisance: "Immortal, Immortal..."

"Impossible!" Ying Lin stepped forward to help them up: "We are just a group of cultivators, how can we not afford such a heavy gift."

Jiang Linmu put away his sword and looked around the entire village thoughtfully.

"You're talking about Lao Li, right? He's in Nancun, and the two big willow trees at the door are his home." The aunt with the rice bowl said mysteriously: "He's crazy! His grandson was killed by a cat half a month ago. The wolf is gone... Bao'er! Don't run around, come over to have a meal - he must say that some wolf monster is causing trouble, and he is going to find monks to get rid of the monster... Hehe, I didn't expect you to come here."

"It is our duty to eliminate demons and righteousness!" Zhuang Lin patted his chest righteously: "Tomorrow we will take down the wolf demon."

Ying Lin ignored him and looked up for Master.

Jiang Linmu stood under a big elm tree, touching the trunk thoughtfully. A thin child stood opposite him, gnawing his fingers and timidly looking at him.

"Master?" Ying Lin stepped forward: "What's wrong?"

"I never thought I'd be able to come back here."

"Ok?"

"I came here with my mother when I was young. In order to fill my stomach, my mother went up to the tree to pick elms for me to eat. At that time, the tree was still too small, but the size of an adult's arm. She fell from the tree and broke her leg. I was whipped by the tree owner, and the little elm money I had finally picked was also taken away. While being beaten, my mother stuffed the elm money into my mouth regardless... But she didn't taste a single bite. Later, her wound festered and developed a high fever , almost died..."

Jiang Linmu raised his head, his eyes were full of sorrow.

The setting sun casts speckles of light through the gaps in the leaves, and the leaves rustle when they hear the wind, as if passing through a hundred years, old people meet again after time.

Ying Lin was stunned: "Master's mother is..."

"She is a mortal, but she is very kind to me." Jiang Linmu said warmly.

At that time, Jiang Linmu had just come to this world. He didn't know anything, he didn't even count as a human being. He was afraid and panicked. He hid in a wild grave alone, thinking that if he died like this, he could go back?

A homeless woman found him, she couldn't speak, she just held him tightly in her arms, and stuffed him with the half steamed bun left in the bowl - Jiang Linmu found out later that she hadn't eaten for two days up.

Since then, Jiang Linmu has wandered with her all the way, and met many people with sophistication, good and bad...

Once, a naughty child threw a stone at him, but the woman protected him and almost lost his eyes.

The life of the homeless was hard, they couldn't find food, the women would steal it, and when they found out they beat and scolded them and drove them out, the food Jiang Linmu ate still had her blood on it.

"That was my most painful and fondest memory. To this day, I doubt whether it was really the right decision for me to leave her and come to the cultivation world?" Jiang Linmu sighed.

Ying Lin's heart suddenly seemed to be entangled with countless dark vines, the branches tightened, and the sharp thorns pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

He still remembers.

The great suzerain set up Jiang Linmu's body, his head was hanging limply, his white neck was originally like a pear flower in spring, but now it was glowing with the blue-gray color of the deceased.Countless hands tore off the remaining clothes on his body, and no one could take his eyes off his slender and delicate back.

But when the snow-white flesh was broken, there were black bones hidden underneath.

The pitch-black bones were still dripping with blood.

Jiaogu!

"He is the one who destroyed your dragon clan!"

"Fool!"

"..."

He clearly knows the so-called blissful family love, but why would he do that!

Jiang Linmu turned around, only to see Ying Lin's gloomy expression, as if trying to pinch something.

"Shoulder?"

"Just now I lost my mind, Master, let's go and have a look." Ying Lin smiled.

Jiang Linmu gave him a suspicious look, as if it was just his own illusion.

Jiang Linmu and his group found the client's family easily. Two big willow trees swayed in the breeze, and there were still stumps of lotus leaves on the pond in front.

A pitch-black coffin was parked at the door of the small earthen house. A skinny woman was cleaning dead leaves beside the coffin. When she saw them coming over, she straightened her back and stared at them coldly with cloudy and lifeless eyes.

"Is this Li Wen's home?" Que Tian walked over, glanced around, with a look of disgust.

What a shabby place, the place to live in is not as clean as waiting for a disciple's hut to be clean!

"He is the father-in-law of the slave family."

"Master, it really is this one!" Zhuang Lin took out the entrustment letter.

"This deity is the elder of Tianxuanzong. He heard that there is a wolf demon here, so he took his disciples to eliminate the demon and lead the way. What about people, let him come out to see this deity." Elder Yuqing pinched the letter paper with two fingers and glanced at the woman.

The woman took the letter, but tore it clean with her backhand, and threw it on the ground: "The righteous way to eliminate demons! Is it useful? My son is dead, and even the body is gone! Aren't you cultivators very strong? What did you do before! "

"It's unreasonable!" Elder Yuqing said coldly, having never seen such a shrew before.

"If you had come earlier! My son wouldn't have ended up like this! Now that everyone is gone, why are you here? Ah? Get out! Get out of here!" The woman picked up the broom and hit Elder Yuqing head and face.

"You're looking for death!" Que Tian was startled and angry, grabbed the broom, and kicked the woman away, he didn't care, the woman fell to the ground and clutched her stomach, unable to get up for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhuang Lin quickly helped the woman up, frowned and shouted in a low voice: "It's not proper for a person who cultivates immortals to attack ordinary people. If it gets out, he will be shameless?"

The woman gradually recovered, pushed Zhuang Lin, and cried loudly: "The monk beat someone, defrauded me of a little savings from my family, and bullied me, a poor widow, is there any reason?"

"you!"

The villagers who had been standing far away to watch the excitement began to point and point at them.

Elder Yuqing couldn't help but glared hard at Que Tian.

Jiang Linmu put his eyes on the coffin on the ground. The coffin was pitch black and more than eight feet long.

The one who died in her family was a five-year-old child, so even if a tomb was to be erected, there was no need to use such a large coffin.

He glanced at Ying Lin, who nodded.

"Master, give way, let me come."

Before the coffin was nailed, Ying Lin used his strength to slowly open a crack.

Inside was not a child, but an old man.

His clothes were dirty, his fingers were dripping with blood, his face was ferocious, and his skin was an abnormal blue color.

A pair of cloudy eyes are still staring, unrepentant.

Rao Shi Yinglin was also taken aback, and said a little louder, "Master!"

The woman noticed them immediately and rushed over to push them away from the coffin.

"What are you doing? Get out! Get out of here!"

"But there are corpses inside." Ying Lin frowned and said loudly.

"what?"

"What corpse?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned their attention to the coffin.

"Yes, yes, my father-in-law died suddenly after he came back yesterday." The woman rallied her strength, closed the coffin again, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "He is old, and your sect is so far away. At that time, his body was covered with bruises, and I brought him food, and he suddenly fell to the ground after taking two bites, without breathing..."

"What about the coffin?"

The woman stared at Jiang Linmu: "My father-in-law is getting old. To put it bluntly, he might leave that day. Is there any problem with preparing the coffin in advance?"

This is really no problem. Many old people in the village will prepare coffins for themselves. For a while, they have a place to bury themselves after death, and secondly, the word "coffin" means promotion and fortune.

It's a good idea.

"I mean, why does the coffin stick to the ground?" Jiang Linmu stared at her face and asked word by word.

The coffin cannot lean against the ground, otherwise the three souls and seven souls of the deceased will be bound here and cannot enter reincarnation.