Lin Du suddenly raised his hands and bowed, "Lin Du, the ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect, pays homage to Immortal Lintuan."
She, the person who lives in the forbidden area in the sect, has never met this person once. She must at least put her name in front of the most senior person in love.
This sound was so upright that it was so upright that both Wei Zhi and Lin Tuan were startled, along with the person on the ground who was imprisoned by Wei Zhi's spiritual pressure.
Lin Tuan adjusted his expression a little, and spoke with a hint of mild drunkenness, "The ninety-ninth generation, there are not many guys of my generation who have not yet ascended. Are you a close disciple of one of my junior brothers?"
"This junior learned from Immortal Yan Ye." Lin Du still maintained his original posture.
She is not a person who obeys etiquette, and Yan Ye has never received any courtesy from her, but at this moment, she acted naturally and acted decently.
"Ah, that little brat."
Lin Tuan is senior and older, but has been unable to ascend due to a knot in her heart. Nowadays, few people in the world of cultivation have mentioned her name.
The best one in the world cannot escape from the world, the second one in the world is in retreat and is waiting to ascend, and the third one in the world has turned into a golden body halfway through evil ways.
Lin Du feels that there are too few normal people in the world of cultivation. Everyone is not normal, so the normal ones are no longer normal.
"How do you know I'm Lintuan? Even Yan Ye rarely sees me, and probably won't mention me."
The woman seemed a little tipsy and started talking.
Lin Du couldn't say that he was guilty, so he quickly found an excuse.
"The wine in the hands of the Immortal Lord is Zuiyushan from the inner treasury of the Supreme Sect. I happen to have the token and account book of the sect's inner treasury."
This wine is not available anywhere else. It is a specialty of the Supreme Sect. What is in the inner warehouse is aged wine that is not sold to the outside world.
Even if he is a monk in the Taiqing Realm of the seventh period, he will collapse like a jade mountain after drinking it, so he is called Drunken Jade Mountain.
Lin Tuan glanced at her in surprise, "Feng Chao is becoming more and more careless, abusing child labor."
Lin Du's little face finally showed the vividness of the past. She nodded vigorously with a miserable look on her face, "I just came here after repairing the farm tools today."
Lin Tuan hissed, "But your master also practiced those things when he was a child. Does this count as... a master-disciple inheritance?"
Lin Du felt that among the two heads of this sect, he couldn't tell who was more reliable.
It is also to a certain extent, sect inheritance.
"To be honest, this kid's master is not good enough." Wei Zhi suddenly interrupted.
Lin Tuan hit Wei Zhi on the head with a wine pot and called him by his first name, "Lou Wei Zhi, there is no one like you who can pry me in front of my face."
"Lou Lintuan, I did your Supreme Sect a favor." Wei Zhi turned to look at her.
"Please call me by my Taoist name." Lin Tuan's peach blossom eyes met the Buddha's gaze without fear, with the late night snow in their eyes.
"Then please call me my Dharma name." Wei Zhi raised his hand slightly and helped Ruo Li up without giving in.
Lin Du only felt that sparks were about to splash on her. In line with the principle of helping relatives and friends, she restrained the interest and scrutiny in her eyes, and cut off the deadlock between the two of them, "You know that my master is from the Supreme Sect. How long will it take to get down?"
"If this person can kill me in one breath, then I really shouldn't advance without any precautions today."
"But..." Lin Du raised his chin slightly, curled his lips and smiled scornfully, "Is it possible?"
Wei Zhi choked, but he could not always deal with this little sick man.
The Buddhist cultivator continued to work silently with his head lowered. He picked up the man who had become like a dead dog at some point, packed him up and threw him into a burlap bag. The sound of clicking was heard endlessly.
"Lintuan Immortal Lord... that person is probably one of the people our Supreme Sect is chasing." Lin Du did not forget about business.
"I have seen the totem on the mask before in the Lanju world."
"I know, I saw the sect's death order signed by Feng Chao."
Lin Tuan paused and then added, "You should be killed if you dare to intercept and kill Supreme Sect disciples."
Lin Du hesitated to speak. Since it was a fatwa, what did this Buddhist cultivator mean when he looked like he was going to pack up the people and take them away without finishing the killing?
That's not one of our own, not even from Zhongzhou.
There are very few Buddhist cultivators in Zhongzhou. The gathering place of Buddhist cultivators is Yunmoluo, which is a long way to the southeast from Zhongzhou.
Among the eight Buddhist schools of Yunmoluo, Tantric Buddhism is the most important, and danger comes from that Tantric Buddhism.
The main practice of Taoist cultivators in Zhongzhou is the practice of inner alchemy, which is not the same as Buddhist practice.
This person is a real outsider.
Lin Tuan went over and gently touched Lin Du's head, "This matter belongs to us adults, please don't worry about it."
Her fingertips were warm and cool. Lin Du blinked and suddenly subconsciously pulled on Lin Tuan's sleeve.
The more than 2,000-year-old high-level monk was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he thought of. He didn't move for a moment. He acquiesced to this somewhat offensive action and turned his attention to this young nephew who had exceeded the rules.
The child raised his head to look at the person. His palm-sized face was full of inexplicable admiration. His eyes were black and white. Just now it was clear that he was indifferent to the danger and even had a vigilant murderous intention, like a vigilant fox. At this moment, he looked at himself with completely dependent eyes, like a newborn kitten.
Lin Tuan was stunned for a moment, and the coldness in her previously indifferent peach blossom eyes melted away. She stretched out her hand and touched her face again, "It doesn't matter, trust me."
"Then, Master, are you leaving now? Don't you want to have a New Year's Eve dinner with our new disciple?"
Lin Du thought, once she let go this time, she didn't know that she would only be able to meet this mission target once in the year of the monkey. She had to at least leave a reason to meet again next time, or else she could leave a breath to facilitate communication later.
She didn't know what this sentence touched Lin Tuan's heart. Her eyes became distant, and she stared at Lin Du in front of her for a while, then she laughed softly, her voice slightly hoarse due to alcohol, "Sure enough, he is still a little kid. child."
"I won't go. When you grow up, come to the forbidden Taolin and have a drink with me."
Wei Zhi suddenly interjected, "You kids who are just looking for food finally remembered to take a look at an advanced person like you."
Lin Tuan glanced at Wei Zhi and said, "Pack it up and take it away. No blood is allowed. It will scare my children."
Wei Zhi chuckled lightly, "I am a Buddhist cultivator, and I can't see blood in my eyes."
He had broken off the man's limbs and stuffed them into sacks, so there would be no blood.
Lin Tuan was clearly trying to scare the children, telling them to be afraid and not to interfere.
The space fluctuated slightly, and Xizhi was urged by the turbulence to disappear into the inner room.
Lin Du stayed there thoughtfully. Perhaps there was something hidden outside the plot that the system didn't even know about.
For example... Wei Zhi, who never appeared in the original plot, seems to be very familiar with Lintuan Immortal Lord.
She planned to go back and take a closer look at the plot of Lin Tuan's book, but suddenly she realized something.
"It's not...the barrier! Open the door! I'm still inside!!!"
If she breaks through the barrier that ranks third on the Chongxiao list, this restaurant may be blown up.
Lin Du looked helplessly at the barrier in front of him, silently thinking that it was unlucky to curse people during the New Year.
However, a few breaths later, the space fluctuated again, the barrier slowly dissipated, and a hasty apology passed into Lin Du's ears, "Sorry, I almost forgot, I will apologize to you next time."
Lin Du looked at the open window. The cold wind was carrying a thin layer of snow falling into the house. He reluctantly held the Fusheng fan against his forehead.
At this moment, the frantic sound of someone looking for someone outside the barrier reached her ears.
"Where's the junior uncle? How come the junior junior uncle is gone after advancing to the next level?"
"Little Master! Little Master, where have you been! Did you leave because I finished the one hundred and twenty plates of meat without leaving it for you? Come on, we can order more!"
"What the hell, little uncle! Where did you come from?"
The barrier of the high-level monks disappeared silently. From Mo Lin's perspective, they could only see that a green-robed monk suddenly appeared in the room that was so deserted. He was leaning against the wind and snow in front of the window. Fan laughed angrily.
Mo Lin looked at the scene in front of him and whispered, "Tianwu, do you think that the appearance of my junior uncle looks very much like the appearance of celebrities participating in the annual Oiran Competition in Nanfeng Valley?"
Xia Tianwu thought for a while, "There is no murderous look in the eyes of the celebrities in that hall."
"It's Chinese New Year, can I give you a surprise?"
Lin Du glanced at them and said, "Those who shout and yell do not have the demeanor of a major disciple at all."
The chef broke into the inner room with a kitchen knife, thinking that he had eaten everyone in the restaurant, but he happened to watch the young master perform a great transformation for him.
He silently clenched the kitchen knife, forget it, he can't adapt to it, a disciple of the Supreme Sect is really outrageous.
The chef's knife was almost unsteady.
