Chapter 148 Holy Martial King

Style: Fantasy Author: Three lives and all thingsWords: 2366Update Time: 24/01/13 01:46:00
Snowing!

The snow in the small world is falling, covering the already white world with a layer of silver sand.

The sound of crunching snow was heard, and outside Lin Beichen's cabin, three figures returned carrying wine and food.

It was Lin Nifeng's three apprentices. They opened the door of the hut, and then the expressions of the three of them changed.

"We've been let go!" Lin Jingshi said with eyes wide open.

"We agreed that we would treat him to dinner and drinks, and let us go out to make arrangements, but just to scare us away? What shady things does he have that he is afraid we will see?" Yue Wuxia frowned.

Su Chenfeng shook his head: "No, maybe I just went out temporarily. Let's wait here."

Su Chenfeng said while looking at the environment in the room.

Lin Beichen's hut had just been built. It only had a table, a chair and a bed, and it was very narrow.

Yue Wuxia suddenly said: "Do you feel that the layout of this small house is a bit familiar?"

Su Chenfeng said: "Indeed, the location of this room is very similar to Master's room, especially the way the bed is placed in the middle."

Lin Beichen was used to the way the bed was placed in the middle of the house in his previous life, with the bed head against the wall, but people in this world were used to placing the bed on one side of the house, close to the wall.

Lin Beichen never thought that Lin Nifeng had the same habits as him.

The three of them looked at each other. Lin Jingshi rubbed his hands with an excited expression on his face: "If it is really Master, we can know the cause of Master's death. If it is really the old bastard Yan Huaizhen who did it, After I achieved the realm of forming pills, I was the first to ask him to fight!"



Lin Beichen realized that he had discovered a treasure!

There must be many abandoned small worlds in the entire Yunxiao Sword Sect, and there are still more or less living people in these small worlds.

Yao Qing is just a junior foundation-building monk. There are hundreds of people in her small world. Many people have died due to depletion of resources. With the number of newborns greatly reduced, if Lin Beichen can revive these dying small worlds one by one , how much virtue should be accumulated?

This is a utilitarian idea. In his selfish mind, Lin Beichen doesn't want every life to die helplessly like the fish in a dry fish pond, so he plans to save people and dig gold mines of Yin De at the same time!

This is much faster than killing those demons, fairies, ghosts, and immortal monks who have negative virtues, and the risk is much smaller. Of course, there will be a lot of sacrifices to be made in the later stage. If he wants to maintain the vitality of those small worlds, he will probably need a lot of One Realm Life Beads!

But who says these people have to live scattered in small worlds forever?

After Lin Beichen has his own little world, he can move them all in. Anyway, he has no relatives or friends.

Lin Beichen reached out and pushed the old wooden door of Kuxin's hut, but it didn't move at all.

Sure enough, as Yao Qing said, you can't enter his little world without Ku Xin's token.

Lin Beichen tried to use force again, but the wooden door was close to decay and broke like a biscuit when pushed hard.

Lin Beichen immediately stopped his hand and looked around. After confirming that no one was around, he summoned Ku Xin.

Kuxin's sins have been washed away and he can come to the world through the six-hole ghost weapon talisman.

Speaking of which, Lin Beichen is now in the dilemma of the scissors hell being full again.

And it's not just a matter of full staff, but more importantly, more and more ghosts who have been washed away from their sins have no place to put them. Lin Beichen now urgently needs a small world to store these ghosts.

Treasures like the Ten Acre Orb can only store items, not living people or ghosts. What's more, his Ten Acre Orb will be damaged at some point, and he doesn't worry about putting people in it.

To open the third level of the Iron Tree Hell, a human immortal is required as the main soul. With Lin Beichen's current strength, it is simply nonsense to hunt down the human immortal.

So we can only think of ways to find a place to store these Yin soldiers to make room for hell.

Ku Xin looked impatient. He hated the feeling of being summoned at will. Especially after his sins were washed away, he felt that he should regain complete freedom, and should no longer be ignored by Lin Beichen.

Moreover, his sword Lin Beichen did not return it to him, and was still hung on Huo Siniang's waist.

But when he saw the hut in front of him, full of resentment, he was stunned.

Then he burst into tears.

Lin Beichen patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go in and take a look."

Kuxin looked at Lin Beichen gratefully: "I am willing to repay you for this kindness throughout my life."

Lin Beichen smiled and said: "It's not that serious."

Ku Xin wiped away his tears, adjusted his breathing and became stable before he stepped forward and pushed open the door that had not been opened for twenty years.

This is a more desolate world than Yaqing's small world.

The conditions of people in the small world are almost the same as those in Yao Qing's small world.

It has also been 20 years since it received any resource investment, and this small world has reached a point where it is on the verge of exhaustion.

Lin Beichen took out a One Realm Life Bead and handed it to Ku Xin, who was crying with his relatives and friends. It was from Yaqing, but Lin Beichen didn't think there was a problem borrowing it. Anyway, he was not in a hurry to use it now. He could just complete the task and make up for it.

Ku Xin wiped his eyes hard and took a deep look at Lin Beichen. At this moment, all his complaints and anger towards Lin Beichen disappeared.

Although Lin Beichen killed his body, Lin Beichen took him back to Yunxiao Sword Sect, which he may never be able to return to, and even took him back to the home that he dreamed of, could not give up and could not approach. It is simply a luxury to see so many relatives and friends again.

Lin Beichen saved not just him, but all his family members. There was no way to repay this kindness. In comparison, Lin Beichen's killing of his body was almost insignificant and not worth mentioning.

As a world of vitality beads was smashed to the ground, life began to swim away, and the system information flow began to flicker.

[The host saves the people in the dry village, Yin De +275. 】

Yin De fell into the bag, but Lin Beichen didn't care about the stream of information. His eyes focused on the smiling faces of the villagers, which showed the joy of hope from despair.

A small pool that was about to dry up was full of dying fish that kept floating up and trying to breathe. Now this pool was connected to the big river, and all the lives were desperately breathing fresh air.

There is probably no higher sense of accomplishment than this.

But at the same time, Lin Beichen also shouldered the burden of a village of more than 200 people. After all, it was impossible for Ku Xin to return to the sect to do tasks to feed the people of this village.

After all, it is not easy to earn these more than 200 points of moral virtue.

However, Lin Beichen was happy with such a burden.

A person should always do something meaningful and valuable.

at the same time.

A magnificent mansion thousands of miles away.

The size of this mansion is second only to the Imperial Palace, and even exceeds it in some places.

This is the palace of the emperor's younger brother, King Shengwu.

There is a huge lake in the palace. The water in the lake is surging and rolling at the moment, as if it has been boiled.

King Shengwu, who was dressed in a wild robe, was sitting on the edge of the lake, staring at the water.

There were more than a dozen Danshi-level officials around.

They kept driving talismans and seals into the lake.

The water in the lake was turbulent, with one wave higher than the next.