Lin Xiaodong asked: "Where does Lingxiao Vine come from?
Where did these two treasures that were born at the same time come from?"
Master Yinghua's face gradually turned ugly, and he said: "If there is indeed someone behind these things who is secretly planning, then at this moment, Shannan Daomen has been severely damaged, and it is the best time to take action."
Lin Xiaodong thought for a while, Shiyue Guan and Yunyang Sect were the backbone of Shannan Dao Sect. If there was really someone behind the scenes, they would definitely start with these two sects.
So he asked Master Yinghua: "How is the Master's injury?"
Master Yinghua said: "The injury is not harmful, but the cultivation level is damaged and it will take some time to recover."
Lin Xiaodong said: "The student is not talented, but he is willing to heal the master's wounds."
Master Yinghua waved his hand: "That's not necessary. If the Taoist sect is in danger in the future, I will still count on you. How can you waste your cultivation to heal me?"
Lin Xiaodong insisted: "That day in Dinglu Mountain, the real person should have seen my ability. When I treated your injuries, it was not my cultivation that was wasted, but your Baotong Mountain's spiritual energy."
Only then did Master Yinghua remember that Lin Xiaodong's technique was to directly absorb external spiritual energy for his own use. It did not require his own cultivation at all. He actually had no magic power at all.
"The elder's realm is so delicate that the old Taoist can't reach it, so please help me heal my injury."
Master Yinghua agreed.
Lin Xiaodong was a little embarrassed: "Uh... Lin's spell casting is similar to the escape technique and requires..." Master Yinghua understood immediately, raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart: "It requires physical contact."
At least they have to hold hands and connect their blood and energy, so that Lin Xiaodong can use his own skills to drive the magic power in Master Yinghua's body to heal her.
Master Yinghua was the leader of the Taoist sect after all. He could keep his composure and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I'll give you my hand."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand, which was as white as jade and exposed a small part of his wrist.
"excuse me."
Lin Xiaodong lowered his head and saluted, sat across from Yinghua, and held her hand.
Master Yinghua's breathing suddenly stopped, his whole body froze, he frowned slightly, trying to calm down.
Lin Xiaodong took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Master Yinghua suddenly felt that he had no body and no physical restraints. That kind of lightness and freedom made people extremely comfortable.
Immediately afterwards, the abundant water spirit energy on Baotong Mountain gathered together, running smoothly through the body, and turned into its own mana at an incredible speed.
After just a moment, Lin Xiaodong let go of his hand, and Yinghua Zhenren felt as if he suddenly fell among the clouds and returned to his own body. The heavy feeling of restraint followed one after another, which was frustrating.
"The elder's realm is subtle, today is really an eye-opener!"
Master Yinghua was so excited that she saluted Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong asked: "The leader is conducting a self-examination, how is his cultivation level?"
Master Yinghua closed his eyes to investigate, and found that all his magic power had been restored. He couldn't help but said in surprise: "I didn't expect that there really is such a wonderful Taoism in the world!"
Lin Xiaodong said: "It's just that the leader has regained his cultivation, but what he has lost is the Feng Shui of the entire Baotong Mountain."
Cultivation is meant to steal heaven and earth. Master Yinghua nodded and said: "Heaven and earth are still limited, so this method also has limitations."
Lin Xiaodong nodded: "Yes, the way of heaven has damaged more than it can make up for. This method is contrary to the way of heaven. If you use it on a daily basis, you can only follow the trend."
Master Yinghua praised: "Act with moderation, good, good. The future of Taoism depends on you!"
Lin Xiaodong lowered his head: "I will definitely live up to the real person's trust."
After curing the injury for Master Yinghua, Lin Xiaodong said goodbye and went down the mountain, while Chen Mengyun was reluctant to leave.
Master Yinghua recovered his magic power and continued to practice. Unconsciously, he recalled the peace and tranquility without the body when he was treating his injuries. He sighed melancholy: "After a hundred years of hard work, it is not as good as a young man. If I were not the leader, I would definitely worship Lin Xiaodong."
Be a teacher."
Thinking of the two holding hands again, Master Yinghua had not been in contact with a man for more than a hundred years and had long forgotten about it. After today's treatment, his old love suddenly returned. He couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and continued to practice.
This is where Yinghua's level is higher than that of Yu Fengjun. When Yu Fengjun encountered this matter, he couldn't stop thinking about it, but she was able to maintain a steady view and ignore her thoughts.
Within a few days, Master Yinghua forgot about holding hands with Lin Xiaodong, and his concentration and cultivation returned to normal.
Shannan Road was silent, and she felt relieved, thinking that what Lin Xiaodong said was the mastermind behind the scenes was that he was overthinking it.
Unexpectedly, that morning, a group of people came to the mountain gate.
There were six people in the group, led by the scholar in white, still dressed in white, dressed as a scholar, followed by five people, all wearing red cloaks, with red paint on their faces, like chili peppers.
Several people came to the mountain field, and one of them, a man in red robe, stood up and shouted loudly: "The Holy Lord Ranchen of Qianli Sect is here. People from Shiyueguan quickly come out to pay their respects!"
The second-generation disciples in the mountain and the outer disciples rushed out. Seeing that these people were dressed strangely and not in the right way, they hurriedly went back to find a few master uncles, Chen Mengyun, Wei Hongyuan, Zheng Xingxue, and Huang Wenyan, who hurried over.
When Chen Mengyun saw that the person was not kind, he turned sideways and asked with a cold face: "Who are you?
Why do you come to my mountain gate?"
The man in red robe pointed at the scholar in white and said, "This is the Holy Lord Ranchen of Qianli Sect, come and pay your respects!"
Chen Mengyun laughed loudly after hearing this: "This is the Shiyue Temple. It has a transcendent status among the Taoist sects in Shannan. What qualifications do you have from Qianli Sect to ask us to visit you?"
The man in red robe said loudly: "Shannan Taoist sect, we, the Qianli Sect, must be respected from now on!"
Wei Hongyuan showed his magic sword with a cold face, pointed at the red robe and said: "What Qianli Sect? I've never heard of it. Stop making noise at my mountain gate. Come down the mountain quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
The scholar in white, who was known as the Holy Lord Ranchen, finally spoke at this time, calmly and arrogantly: "You Shiyue Guan, you must surrender at the feet of my Qianli Sect!"
Chen Mengyun scolded angrily: "You are so presumptuous! What means do you have to dare to say such big words?
Apart from Zhenren Chongxiang, who in Shannan Dao can be my teacher’s opponent?”
The man in red robe pointed at Chen Mengyun and shouted: "Your teacher is seriously injured, how dare you be so arrogant here?"
Chen Mengyun puffed up his chest and pouted: "How dare you come to my monastery to act wild while my teacher is seriously injured, but let me tell you, we are not just disciples!"
Saint Lord Ranchen changed his expression and said coldly: "I will give you one last chance, either submit to my Qianli Sect or die."
Chen Mengyun took out the Bingfeng nail and said: "Chen Mengyun, the second disciple of Baotong Mountain Shiyue Temple, is here. Who dares to come up and die?"
The man in red robe who barked just now took a step forward and said loudly: "Qianli Sect Elder Su Deyao is here! Watch the move!"
Su Deyao took out the dust-free whip from his waist. It flashed with red light and hit the air with a snap, making a whip sound.
Chen Mengyun was not afraid at all, he took out the Yue Lansuo and swung it violently, and then twisted it together with the Wuchen Whip, making people tremble with fear.