[Goldfinger loaded: Xianxuan Zuowei Sutra]
Warm, dark, groping.
"It's moving, it's moving, this kid is kicking me in the stomach."
"Madam, please don't move around and be careful with your body."
The faint sound reached Lin Yuan's ears through flesh, flesh and amniotic fluid.
"This time it's a direct reincarnation."
An idea came to Lin Yuan's mind in a daze, and his consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep. His body, which is not yet fully developed, cannot bear his excessive thoughts.
In the claustrophobic space, a little golden light flickered between the young baby's eyebrows, and the mysterious and unpredictable fairy sound pulled Lin Yuan's consciousness into a vague and unknown place.
"...Only destroy the temptation, and never destroy the mind...forget about the state of mind, return to the roots and keep one..."
Time flies and 10 years have passed.
In the mountains in the west of Ge Qingzhou.
A heavy snowfall in January blocked all the roads between the mountains. However, in this place where it is difficult for birds and animals to travel and where human beings are extinct, there are two figures walking in the wind.
"Master, don't fly so fast, my disciple can hardly keep up!"
"Shut up! You lazy guy, I usually ask you to practice Taoism more diligently, but it's better for you to just tinker with those external things. Now you know you're not doing what you want, right?"
"Yes, yes, I have realized my mistake. In the future, I will definitely... Hey, Master, why did you speed up again? Wait for me!"
…
The only large flat land in Xiaoxi Village was now filled with people.
The old village chief walked up to everyone and asked loudly: "Are everyone here?"
"Everyone is here! All the children under the age of 13 in the village are here." A village elder replied.
"Yes." The old village chief nodded and was about to speak.
"Grandpa, village chief, Lin Yuan hasn't come yet!" A child suddenly shouted.
Lin Yuan?
The adults present frowned.
This doll is good at everything, but it's so weird. After his parents passed away, it became even more elusive.
"How about calling him here too?" someone suggested.
"No, what if he collides with the immortal master? Can Xiaoxi Village afford this risk?"
"Yes, we can't take this risk for him!"
The peaceful clearing became noisy.
"Okay. Everyone, please line up. When the Immortal Master arrives, you must be respectful and don't make any mistakes!" The old village chief ended the dispute and seriously instructed everyone.
"Yes!" the villagers responded in unison.
Suddenly, strong winds howled, heavy snow fell, fairy sounds curled up, and golden light shone everywhere. An old man holds a fly whisk, wears a dark green Taoist robe, and has a fluttering white beard, flowing down in the wind.
For a moment, all the villagers knelt on the ground and shouted with excitement: "Welcome the Immortal Master to come!"
"Yeah." The old man responded briefly and sat on the prepared chair.
At the same time, the young man in the sky also put away his windpipe and golden mirror, and landed beside the old man.
"Everyone, get up. As usual, children under 13 years old come up one by one." The old man said.
"Yes!" The old village chief quickly waved his hand, indicating to the villagers to let go and let the children go up.
The child who is first in line is the first to step onto the high platform.
The old man put his thumb and index finger on his wrist, shook his head and said: "Mortal spiritual root, next."
"Ugh."
Although the child didn't understand what the mortal product meant, when he saw the immortal master shaking his head, he knew that he had failed everyone's expectations and couldn't help but sob softly.
"Next one." The young Taoist waved a wave of palm wind, sent the child off the stage, and repeated.
"Alas." The old village chief sighed and waved to others to hurry up.
With the beginning in mind, the next step of touching the spiritual roots went very smoothly.
"Mortal product."
"Mortal product."
"..."
"Good product! Stand behind me."
Finally, when there were not many children left on the field, the old man's calm tone had a slight fluctuation.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally the whole army was not wiped out. Then, blazing eyes were cast on the stunned boy on the stage.
"Da Zhuzhu, it's my child Da Zhuzhu! He was chosen by the immortal!" A villager in the audience suppressed his ecstasy and his body shook with excitement.
The other villagers also cast envious looks at him.
Cultivation to immortality, this is a step to reach heaven! Du Lao's family is about to rise.
However, there is obviously no second good product in Xiaoxi Village.
"Alas, ordinary product."
On the high platform, after touching the spiritual root of the last child, the old man sighed inwardly.
Just one of them is barely qualified, is it possible that you are so naive that you want to destroy our Qingfeng Sect?
"Are there any children in the village who haven't come?" the old man asked reluctantly.
"this……"
The old village chief hesitated, not daring to deceive the immortal master, but also afraid that Lin Yuan would collide with the immortal master, and was extremely conflicted.
"Go and call everyone who didn't come," the old man said.
"Yes." The immortal master said, and the village chief breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked the fastest runner in the village to call Lin Yuan.
after a little while.
"Ah!" The miserable cry was mixed with the barking of the dog, and the villager ran back from the end of the village, covering his buttocks.
"Village chief, Lin Yuan is letting the dogs loose! There are so many dogs."
"What! This bad boy." The village chief was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and was about to call the two of them over again.
The old man frowned, stood up and said, "Time is of the essence, so I'd better go there in person."
After saying that, he disappeared from the high platform, bringing with him a blizzard of snow.
In front of the small bamboo forest at the end of the village, a bamboo house stands. A boy sat on a bamboo chair, shaking his finger at the dogs lying in front of the door.
"The country is a blur, and there are black holes in the well. A yellow dog is white on the body, and a white dog is swollen on the body."
"cough."
As soon as he reached the door, the old man choked on Lin Yuan's limerick.
"Hey, who are you? You are wearing so little, aren't you cold?"
Lin Yuan also noticed the old man at the door and said in surprise.
"I am a cultivator of immortality, so being cold is nothing. What do you think, little friend, do you want to come and cultivate immortality with me?"
"Xianxian?" Lin Yuan scratched his head, feeling a little familiar.
In an unknown place, Lin Yuanzhu's consciousness, surrounded by countless golden scriptures, also moved slightly.
The old man took advantage of Lin Yuan's confusion and quickly approached him, placing his thumb and index finger on his wrist.
"Oh, it's incredible, it's incredible! I see a spiritual energy rising into the sky from my little friend's Tianling Cap. If you follow me in cultivating immortality, you will definitely be able to soar to the nine heavens."
The old man held Lin Yuan's hand with both hands, his beard trembling with excitement.
Oh my god, it turns out to be a Tianpin spiritual root! It’s time for Qingfeng Sect to rise! I've got this kid!
"Why should I fly to the nine heavens?" Lin Yuan looked at the old man inexplicably and quietly took out his hand.
"Don't you want to become an immortal?" The old man was stunned.
"Are the immortals happy?"
"Maybe."
"But I'm very happy now."
Lin Yuan clapped his hands, and the dogs at the door immediately formed a circle and started running.
"Look, my friends are obedient."
"But if someone wants to kill your dog, what if you can't beat him?"
"Yes. What should we do?" Lin Yuan asked distressedly. He hasn't thought about it yet.
"Cultivation as an immortal, young man. If you become an immortal, you will have the power to protect them."
"Okay! I promise to cultivate immortality with you." Lin Yuan looked at the old man firmly and said.
"Okay! Without further ado, I will take you back to the mountains to cultivate immortality."
"You still want to go to the mountains?"
The old man was filled with joy, and with a wave of dust in his hand, he picked up the confused Lin Yuan and returned to the village high platform.
"The Immortal Master is back!"
"And Lin Yuan!"
"Hiss! Does he also have the talent to become an immortal?"
The villagers were amazed that they did not expect Lin Yuan, a lonely and eccentric person in the village, to fall in love with Xianyuan. Sure enough, the world is mysterious and unpredictable.
"Xianwen, get ready, let's go back to the mountain." The old man said excitedly.
"Yes, Master." Zhang Xianwen took one look at his master's appearance and knew that the boy he brought was extraordinary. He decisively took out the best-looking golden shuttle from his storage bag and threw it into the sky.
The golden light flickered, illuminating the entire village. Under everyone's shocked eyes, the golden shuttle swelled in the wind and turned into a long and narrow flying boat.
The old man twisted his white beard with his hand, shook the whisk, and said loudly: "Everyone, the fate is over. This stack of spring wind and rain talismans can guarantee you a good harvest in the coming year."
After saying that, he sent out a stack of spells, which turned into a breeze, and entered the flying boat together with Lin Yuan and others.
The village chief took the talisman floating from the high platform and knelt down respectfully with the villagers: "Best farewell to the Immortal Master!"
Zhang Xianwen pinched the magic with his hands, and the flying boat took off on the wind and went straight into Qingming.
