: Returning to Hidden

Time passed slowly in the red fog of Wang Lin. Apart from some mosquitoes that sometimes buzzed, there were only the sound of sleeping sounds made by some sleeping men.

Gradually, a round of sun appeared on the edge of the sky, and the light slowly dispelled the night.

Wang Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath at Dongfang. Suddenly, two purple qi dragons that were unaware of by mortals were inhaled from his nostrils, wandered around in his body, and then spit out from his mouth.

After this cycle, Wang Lin clearly felt that his whole body felt like he was floating and ecstatic, as if he could step through the void and sway and ascend.

Wang Lin never had this feeling in the past four hundred years. Obviously, only by reaching a certain degree of peace can we feel the breath between heaven and earth.

Over the past night, the red fog outside Wang Lin's body condensed by one tenth. Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He knew that condensed red fog was obviously not something that could be accomplished in a short time, and it would take a relatively short time.

In the early morning, everyone in the convoy woke up one by one and washed up. At this time, the accompanying doctor who was always in the carriage, the old man, walked down from the carriage, took a deep breath, and moved his hands and feet in an open space. Gradually, he made various movements.

Wang Lin took a look and was quite surprised. Although the actions performed by this person did not have any attack power, each of them could play a role in strengthening the body. After coherence, the effect would be better.

A little, the old man closed his fist, let out a long breath, then hesitated for a moment and walked towards Wang Lin.

As I approached, the old man smiled and said, "Brother, did you have a good rest last night?"

Wang Lin nodded slightly and said nothing.

The old man hesitated for a little while and asked, "Brother, I wonder where you came from for the century-old willow leaves?" After saying that, he looked for knowledge in his eyes.

"Picked it up on the roadside." Wang Lin said.

The old man suddenly stopped, thought for a long time, and smiled bitterly: "Brother...good luck!"

After chatting with Wang Lin for a few more words. No matter how indirect he could not get the information he wanted from Wang Lin, the old man sighed and turned around and left.

If it is true, Wang Lin is of age and the ancestors of the old man, and the indirect attacks of the old man may be useful to young people who have just debuted, but for Wang Lin, it has no effect at all.

Following the convoy, Wang Lin gradually adjusted his mentality and slowly integrated into it. A few days passed by. During these days, the little maid often came to Wang Lin to talk, but every time she said, her face turned red and her eyes showed a strange light, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing the light in this woman's eyes, Wang Lin smiled bitterly. He could often see this light in Li Muwan, and he knew it very well at this time.

However, Wang Lin was considering his own age, even the ancestors of this girl were even more than that, so he always felt a strange feeling in his heart.

On this day, the capital was already within sight.

Although the capital of the mortals in the fourth-level cultivation country is gorgeous, it is extremely plain in Wang Lin's eyes and has no excellence. If it weren't for the fact that there were actually spiritual vortexes above the capital, Wang Lin wouldn't have looked at it.

Wang Lin's spiritual sense swept away, and the entire capital had already formed in his heart. In the capital, there were nine spiritual vortexes. As for the one who emitted this spiritual vortex, they were not monks, but nine towering black cylinders. According to the size of the pillars, the spiritual power they emitted was also divided into strength. Except for one of the largest, the other eight were all second.

This pillar is very large, and the smallest one needs to be surrounded by ten people before it can be reached. As for the largest one, it needs to be surrounded by hundreds of people.

There are people meditating within these nine pillars, and there is a layer of formation outside the pillar to prevent any spiritual sense from spying on it. However, this formation is useless for Wang Lin. He could see at a glance that all the meditators in the pillar were monks.

Among them, those with the highest cultivation level have reached the late stage of the Pill Cultivation, and those with the lowest level also have the cultivation level of the late stage of the Foundation Establishment.

Wang Lin was quite interested in this strange building. After the convoy entered the city, Lu Xing found that Wang Lin's eyes were always looking at the nine black pillars in the center of the city, so he whispered: "Brother Wang, don't keep staring at me. If someone discovers it, there will be trouble."

Wang Lin touched the mane of the foal under his crotch and said in confusion: "Brother Lu, what is this black pillar?"

Lu Xing's eyes showed envy and whispered: "That is an immortal wood. This place is the Kyoto of our country, and the immortals are protected. Then the Immortal Order was brought down. The emperor recruited craftsmen from all over the country and built these nine immortal trees according to the requirements of the Immortal Order."

"Xianmu..." Wang Lin's expression was a little strange.

"There are immortals living in this fairy tree. My father saw immortals flying out with his own eyes when he was young." Lu Xing showed a sense of pride in his tone, as if his ancestors had seen immortals, which made him feel so proud.

If he knew that Wang Lin, who had been with him for seven days, was a person who was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the one his ancestors had seen, I wonder what he would think.

You should know that the monk his ancestors had met should respectfully call him Senior even if he saw Wang Lin.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, smiled, and said nothing.

Between the north and south of the city, Wang Lin and Lu Xing and others said goodbye. Although Lu Xing didn't know Wang Lin for a long time, he felt like he was still the same. He patted his chest and promised Wang Lin that if Wang Lin encountered any trouble, he would just find him.

There is also the Sun Laoer who gave up his horse. During the drinking game these days, he was convinced by Wang Lin. At this time of separation, he, like Lu Xing, told Wang Lin that if he was bullied, Sun Laoer would definitely take action.

Finally, the old doctor got off the carriage, and behind him was a woman with a white veil. Next to the woman was the pretty maid.

Seeing Wang Lin leaving, a hint of melancholy appeared in the maid's eyes.

After the old doctor came forward to talk to Wang Lin for a few words, the woman with white veil did not take a step, but bowed slightly to Wang Lin in the distance. Then, without saying a word, he turned around and returned to the car again.

As for the maid, she leaned over to talk to the white veil woman for a few words, took an ice silk pocket, quickly walked to Wang Lin, handed the pocket to Wang Lin, and whispered: "Miss, please thank you. There are ten taels of gold in it, which is considered a medical treatment."

Wang Lin did not refuse and took it over. This was the first time he had obtained this kind of money from the mortal world, except for a slight touch of four hundred years ago.

Wang Lin clasped his fists and turned around and left.

It was not until he walked far that the maid sighed quietly, turned around and returned to the carriage, and the convoy followed the floating bridge and entered the southern city.

After pinching the ten taels of gold in his hand, Wang Lin walked in Kyoto. Kyoto was worthy of being at the foot of the emperor. There were many pedestrians, and there were many shops on both sides of the street, all kinds of inclusive.

Not long after, Wang Lin's eyes flashed undetectable. He had seen no less than ten monks in this mortal Kyoto.

Although the highest level of cultivation of these monks is only at the twelfth and third level of Qi Condensation, Wang Lin rarely encounters this phenomenon in other countries.

After pondering for a little, Wang Lin glanced at the nine black pillars in the center of the city and had an answer in his heart. I guess this is the characteristic of the fourth-level cultivation country.

Until the afternoon, Wang Lin was still wandering on the street. Among the shops in Kyoto, some of them were obviously not for mortals, but for monks, and they actually sold jade slips, magic weapons and other things.

But there is a layer of ban outside these shops, and mortals cannot enter.

People in Kyoto are obviously familiar with this phenomenon, so almost no mortal will enter this type of store.

While Wang Lin was walking, he entered the shop to watch casually. When he walked out of a shop, there were suddenly a burst of noise not far away. He saw an old man with a sloppy body pressed to the ground by a big man, and his fist as big as a bowl smashed the old man's chest.

The old man screamed, his voice was quite shrill. At the same time, a large mouthful of blood was sprayed out of the old man's mouth, as if it had a certain rhythm. Every time the big man punched, he would spray out a mouthful of blood.

The big man punched a few times, then stood up and cursed, "Old guy, come to my shop again. I will see you hit you once and every time. You are so old and so dirty!" After the big man scolded, he spat out a spit.

At this time, a middle-aged man standing next to Wang Lin shook his head and sighed: "Oh, the world is getting worse and worse. This old man is going to be beaten almost every day, just to see if those women change their clothes. Is it worth it? Alas."

Wang Lin was stunned when he heard this, glanced at the old man, and turned around and left.

But he didn't take a few steps, and suddenly turned around and saw the old man walking proudly in the direction he was in while wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Lin's body opened sideways and his eyes gradually became cold.

The old man walked past Wang Lin and took a few steps. He suddenly turned around, looked at Wang Lin for a few times, and suddenly said, "Little brother, I see that your heaven is full and your purple light is translucent, and you are definitely not an ordinary person."

Wang Lin frowned. With his spiritual sense, he could tell at a glance that the old man was just a mortal, without any cultivation, and even had many bruises in his body, which was obviously often caused by being beaten.

Wang Lin had no interest in this person and turned around and left. If the old man continued to follow, then Wang Lin would not mind sending him a ride.

The old man looked at Wang Lin's back and shook his head and said, "If no one has given me guidance, I'm afraid I will not be able to transform into a god in this life, which is a pity."

Wang Lin suddenly paused, and his breath suddenly raged at this moment. He slowly turned around, stared at the old man, and said coldly: "Who are you!"

The old man was not at all discomfort when facing Wang Lin's raging aura. He looked up at the sky behind his hands, his mouth filled with vicissitudes of life and said, "You don't need to know who I am, but I know how to make you reach the realm of transformation."

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. No matter how he looked at this old man, he was just a mortal, but this person could see through his cultivation at a glance. There was only one explanation for this kind of thing, that is, this person's cultivation was far beyond the God Transformation Stage, so Wang Lin could not see anything when he was hiding.

"How can I reach the realm of transformation of God?" Wang Lin frowned and said.

The old man glanced at Wang Lin and said, "When people are old, they can't remember anything when they are hungry. I know that there is a restaurant that is good, so why don't we eat and chat?" After that, he added lips and made several hungry sounds in his stomach.

Fushun Restaurant, one of the most luxurious restaurants in Kyoto, the old man held his head and walked in.

Eating in the hall was obviously not in the eyes of the old man. After entering, he walked directly to the single room. When the waiter on the shop side saw the old man appear, he immediately looked at Wang Lin behind the old man with a strange look on his face and immediately stepped forward to entertain him.

Wang Lin frowned. He always felt that this matter was strange.

The old man was obviously very familiar with this restaurant. He ordered a big meal that Wang Lin had never heard of before. The whole table was covered. The old man seemed to have not eaten for many days, sweeping it like a wind storm.

Wang Lin said nothing, drinking a pot of water and wine, his eyes swept at the old man from time to time, and it became colder and colder.

"Tell me, listen carefully." After the old man ate for a while, Wang Lin said coldly.

The old man grabbed an elbow and chewed a big mouthful, and said with a fishy look on his face: "It's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about. Wait until I finish the elbow."

The old man said, swallowing his entire elbow into his mouth in a few seconds, then burped, and wiped his hands on his body, saying, "In the stage of God Transformation, you need to understand the way of heaven. I think you should also understand this. In addition, if you want to achieve God Transformation, you must have a kind of artistic conception. Do you understand it? Young man, let's understand it well. Once you have experienced the artistic conception, then it will be not far from God Transformation... I'll go and make some changes. I'll continue to talk to you when I come back." The old man suddenly touched his stomach, with a bitter face, and quickly stood up.

As if worried that Wang Lin would not let him go out, when he got up, he let out a "pop" sound, and a loud fart, and a foul smell filled the entire room.

The old man smiled awkwardly and left in a hurry.

Wang Lin waved his right hand, and a breeze suddenly appeared, blowing away the stench in the room. At the same time, his spiritual sense kept following the old man. The old man's series of performances were all completely strange, but the incarnation realm he mentioned was consistent with what Wang Lin knew. This kind of thing was impossible for mortals to know.

As he was puzzled, Wang Lin suddenly had a cold light in his eyes and stood up. In his spiritual sense, he saw the old man leaving the back door of the hotel with a proud look on his face. After running a few steps, he disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Lin's body flashed and disappeared into the restaurant. When he appeared, he was already outside. His eyes were cold and he followed the old man slowly.

I saw that the old man changed his clothes at some point, took a small stick and clenched it in his mouth for a long time, and pulled out a piece of minced meat. He did not throw it away, but stuffed it into his mouth.

While walking, the old man suddenly stopped and looked at a middle-aged man in a purple robe in the distance. His eyes lit up, his mouth smiled, and he quickly stepped forward.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice it, turned around and frowned and looked at the old man, then ignored it.

At this moment, the old man suddenly said loudly: "Little brother, I see that your heaven is full and your purple light is translucent, and you are definitely not an ordinary person."

The middle-aged man was stunned, stopped, turned around and looked at the old man, his eyes showing a cold light.

The old man looked sad and shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if no one has given me guidance, I'm afraid I will not be able to form a pill in this life."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The old man shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. Why don't we find a place to relax and say how to relax while relaxing?"

Wang Lin's face was gloomy. The middle-aged man was also a monk, but his cultivation was only in the foundation-building stage. Obviously, the old man didn't know where to learn these words and tricked some immortal cultivators.
To be continued...