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After a while, Lin Xin was led by three monks towards the northwest direction of the Bodhi Temple. Among the three of them, only the young monk could use the Form Displacement Transposition technique, but unfortunately, his power was too low, so without carrying too much weight, he could easily shift to around thirty meters in an instant. Since Lin Zheng had nothing to do, he wanted to see what kind of people these monks' masters were. How could they bring up these three disciples who didn't understand the affairs of the world? There were two other reasons for Lin Zheng's decision. First, the three of them did not lead Lin towards Bodhi Temple, but towards the west, where Lin Zheng had gone before, in a small village where there was a baby named by Lin Zheng, and the second reason was that Lin Zheng liked this young monk who did not understand the affairs of the world. He always felt that the three of them were people who had a hard time living, and he felt that he could help them a little. Especially when the young monk called him uncle, Lin Zheng felt a sense of familiarity that he hadn't felt for a long time.

"Uncle, is your cultivation level profound?" The little monk asked. It was weird, of the three people, only the little monk loved to talk, and talking endlessly gave Lin Zheng a headache. None of the three could be considered complete, and all of them were like hammers in the air or hammers in the west.

"Not high, I think I'm just a bit taller than you?" Lin Zheng replied. At the same time, he used his left hand's big finger to gesture with his finger towards the food. He pinched a distance of about an inch.

"Uncle can already fly, only slightly taller than me. I will quickly catch up to you, and then I can also fly." Eldest senior brother, will I be able to fly very quickly? " The little monk said.

"That was merely a competition. The person that this senior here is superior to us is not merely a small section. Rather, it is a large section of him." Lin Zheng could tell from their words that these two brothers also seemed to be very fond of this youngest junior brother.

"Uncle, are you hungry? I'm really hungry. Do you have anything to eat?" At this moment, the young monk began to change the topic.

Lin Zheng rubbed his body. He was a cultivator, so he didn't need to eat or drink. There was no place for him to eat. He touched his storage pouch again. Other than the spirit stones and herbs, there were also spirit stones. However, this was not the case for the herbs. The spirit energy contained in every single herb in Lin Zheng's hand would easily take the little monk's life. In the end, Lin Zheng spread out his hands and made a very unpleasant expression.

"Eldest senior brother, do you still have anything to eat?" Uncle's face is so ugly, are you hungry for me? " The young monk tilted his head and looked at his senior monk. This Eldest Senior Brother also threw up his hands when he was asked this question, showing a very embarrassed expression.

"Eldest Brother, are you hungry too?" "Why do you look just like Uncle? You look so uncomfortable. It seems like you guys are hungry." The little monk came again.

"Second senior brother, do you have anything to eat?" The young monk looked at his second senior brother.

"It's all gone, I haven't either." As the Second Senior spoke, he opened up the monastic robe for the young monk to see.

After climbing over a small hill, they arrived in front of a small village. This kind of small village was obviously abandoned, there were only ten households in total, but every household's houses seemed to have collapsed, and only one house to the east of the village still seemed habitable. The three monks led Lin in the direction of the house.

"Is this the temple you were talking about?" Lin Zheng looked at the three of them in confusion.

"Master said that monks should live in the temple, so we called this place the temple." The little monk replied. Lin Zheng was speechless.

"Master! Master, we need to find an uncle? " Moments later, the four of them arrived in front of the broken house on the east side. The young monk was jumping and jumping as he ran towards the house while constantly shouting.

"Cough, cough ?" Coughing sounds came from the roof, followed by an aged voice, "You've returned. Then, please come in and have a chat."

"Uncle, uncle, master is calling you to come in." "I'm not going in. I'm so hungry. I'm going to find something to eat." The young monk heard the sounds coming from inside and did not enter the roof. Instead, he stopped midway and spoke to Lin Zheng before sprinting towards the dilapidated houses.

There were three very old houses. The walls were made of stone, but the roofs were piled with grass and leaves. The roof had not been repaired for a certain number of years. Weeds that were more than a foot tall had grown on it. The front room of the house originally had a yard, but now that the yard wall had collapsed, rocks were piled up everywhere.

Lin Xin lifted his nose and sniffed. At this moment, the smell of medicine came from inside the room. It was obvious that his master was gravely ill and had yet to come out. At this moment, the eldest senior brother and second senior brother gestured for Lin Zheng to enter the room first. In the middle of the living room, there was a table with three legs on it. On top of it, there was a cloth, and four of the stools were rather sturdy, there was a crock hanging near the northeast corner of the room, and the firewood beneath it had long since been extinguished. It was probably used for making herbs, but other than that, there was no one else in this room.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in for a chat. I can't move while my body is heavy. Please forgive me." At this moment, a voice came from the east wing.

"Mo Xi, Mo Xiao, go to the back of the mountain and fetch the spring." The voice came again from the east side of the house.

"Yes!" Master, do you need anything else? " At this time, the Eldest Senior Brother said.

"Mo Xi, you're the big brother. You have to take good care of your two junior brothers. Did your youngest junior brother Mo Chou go looking for food again?" A voice came from the east room.

"I'll go take a look. He always says he's hungry when he comes back. He must be going to the abandoned house to find some wild vegetables to eat." Mo Xi, the Eldest Senior Brother replied. Then, he turned around and led Mo Lament out of the room. There was the sound of footsteps from outside the room, and the two of them left the room.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in. I've been waiting here for you for quite some time." A voice came from the roof again, inviting Lin Zheng into the house.

Lin was sniffing the medicinal smell as he walked towards the east room. There was no bed in the east room, only a pile of dried up grass. The walls were empty and devoid of any utensils. There was an old monk sitting against the wall in the dead grass. As Lin entered, the old monk tried to prop himself up with his hands, but he seemed to become very weak because he could not age any longer. After a cough, the old monk sat down.

"There is no bench on the roof. You are a cultivator, so there is no need to be overly courteous. Please take a seat on the ground, esteemed guest." The old monk said.

After Lin Zheng heard this, he did not hold back and found a clean spot to sit down. At this moment, Lin Zheng was seated right in front of this old monk. After sitting down, Lin Zheng carefully examined this old monk. This was a monk that could not be older than he was. His head was untidied for a long time, and his hair was sparse. His skin was shriveled like a dried corpse, but the old monk still had life force, making him look like a living person. The old monk's face was full of wrinkles. In addition to his aged skin, the wrinkles were like cracks. The old monk's face was black, his two white eyebrows were 30 centimeters long, and his eyes were deep in his eye sockets. His nose was very high, perhaps because he was thin like a bone, his lips were shriveled, full of cracks, and his beard was messy like grass, messy in front of his chest. The gray monastic robe was very old, full of holes and dirt.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't have much time. If I have something to say, I'll be straightforward." The old monk said weakly, seeing Lin Zheng sit down.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't feel well, so don't worry. I have some Spirit Stones. If Fellow Daoist can refine some, I can temporarily save my life." Seeing this, Lin Zheng hurriedly said.

"There's no need. My sky palace is also dark. The spiritual energy in the Abyss Mansion has been completely used up, so it's no longer possible to gather it. Right now, it's most likely that the spiritual energy will return back to normal. I'm afraid that I won't make it tonight, so I have to finish what I have to say quickly." The old monk said.

Next, the old monk recounted a side story, which went like this. Two thousand years ago, there was a monk named Jing Song. He was a little Shamei in the Jia Lan Temple and his talent was ordinary, but he had to put in a lot of effort, spending almost two hundred years before he was able to enter the city. This also gave him a small chance to continue his life, and after reaching the time of entry, his life extended to two thousand years. Another eight hundred years had passed, but due to this monk's ordinary aptitude, he still had not ascended, and his cultivation had stagnated all along. Finally, after seeing through everything, he decided not to continue on the path of cultivation, and prepared to return to the temple for the rest of his life.

In order to make sure that his life was not wasted, he began to walk all over the mountain. It took him a hundred years to travel the vast area of the mountain, and during that time, he finally traveled through most of the important areas of the mountain. In these 100 years, he also obtained some good fortune, but unfortunately, due to his low cultivation, he passed by the end of his journey. The remaining days were becoming fewer and fewer. Jing Song's final decision was to immediately return to the temple, and thus become completely silent within the temple.

One day, as he was walking through a mountain range, he suddenly heard miserable cries coming from a valley. As a buddhist disciple, he of course had to manage. Jing Song followed the sound and finally found a small mountain village. This was a very small mountain village. There were only six families and it was so dilapidated and desolate. When Jing Song arrived at the small mountain village, he was shocked. There were only six families in the small mountain village, and at this moment, all of them, male, female, old, and young, were lying in pools of blood. Jing Song landed on the ground and started searching for people in the dead.

In the end, he found three people and these three people all became Jing Song's disciples. They were the three monks, Mo Xi, Mo Xiao and the little monk Mo Chou. Other than these three people, everyone else was dead. Jing Song could not bear to watch these villagers expose their corpses in the wilderness, so he buried these people. After nearly three months of treatment and recuperation, the three of them had managed to survive. This made Jing Song very happy. When the three of them came back to life, Jing Song received a message from them.

It was said that the original owner of this small mountain village was also a cultivator. Unfortunately, this cultivator ultimately had no fate with the Great Dao, so he lived in seclusion here with his wife and children. Together with a few good friends who did not belong to the Great Dao, they built a small village here. As time passed, the cultivators that came before finally aged. The younger generation became more and more unconfident in their path of cultivation and became true hunters, living off of hunting all day long. However, more than three hundred years ago, a Demonic cultivator came to this village. It was said that this was a Demonic Wolf, and upon seeing countless Wolf Tribes being hunted down, he had set his sights on this village. However, because of the arrival of Jing Song, the wolf demon with low cultivation had left ahead of time. That was why Jing Song had saved the three of them.

After some questioning, Jing Song confirmed that the three of them were of the same generation, so Jing Song just accepted them. Jing Song started sending spells to the three children in order to protect their lives, but he didn't expect the three of them to have talent in cultivation. Unfortunately, they didn't have any guidance, so the three children were basically wasted. Jing Song's arrival gave the three children a glimmer of hope as they once again embarked on the road of cultivation.

After eight years of teaching, the three children finally learned a bit of magic, but in the end, Jing Song was still old, so he didn't have the chance to bring the three children to the Jia Lan Temple. In the end, Jing Song would fall here.

Today, in the house, he felt that his life was numbered. Last night he had a dream, and on his deathbed he had seen a black mist rising from the top of the hill in the southeast. Wherever the black mist passed, the trees withered and the birds and beasts died. He watched helplessly as the black mist enveloped him. In his nervousness, he saw a bright spot fly towards him from the black mist. Just like that, he woke up from his dream. He seemed to have understood something and hastily ordered his three disciples to wait there.