The sun had set in the west, and the mountains were hazy. Wan Lin stood at the dim door of the Taoist temple and carefully looked inside the temple, then turned and looked at the steep rock wall outside.
At this time, he was holding a few steel needles tightly between the fingers of his right hand, and he had secretly raised his energy, and there was a faint light in his eyes. Just now, grandpa said that the chief seemed to be wary of something, which made him feel a kind of
Feeling unsteady.
He looked at the steep cliffs around him and thought with some doubts in his heart: "Didn't Grandpa say that Taoist Master Wu has accepted a disciple? Why was this disciple not around when the Taoist Master was dying? Could it be that something happened to this disciple?"
abnormal?"
At this time, the little flower lying on his shoulder seemed to feel the oppressive atmosphere in the Taoist temple. There was a faint blue light in its eyes, and it looked around quietly.
After a while, grandpa's deep voice suddenly came from a hall on the side of the Taoist temple: "Lin'er, please come in now to pay homage to Taoist Master Xian Wu." The old man's voice was very low, with a sense of sadness in his voice.
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Wan Lin's heart suddenly sank when he heard his grandfather's cry. He immediately realized that his grandfather's premonition was accurate. The Taoist Priest Wu was indeed dying, otherwise his grandfather's voice would not be so sad.
He quickly agreed in a low voice, and then whispered to Xiao Hua lying on his shoulder: "Xiao Hua, pay attention to your surroundings!" Xiao Hua shook her tail on his shoulder, then jumped up from his shoulder and walked directly to the side.
He jumped up from the top of the high hall.
Wan Lin raised his feet and walked quickly towards the row of halls under the cliff. He stopped in front of the middle hall door, quickly adjusted his camouflage uniform, and then whispered: "Grandpa, I'm coming in.
Already." As he spoke, he gently pushed open the two broken wooden doors that were leaking air everywhere.
Amidst the "squeaking" sound of the door opening, a tall statue immediately appeared in front of his eyes. In the darkness, the statue stood close to the cliff. The paint on its body had faded, but the statue's face was still lifelike, and a pair of big eyes were shooting out deep thoughts.
With a bright light, he lowered his head and looked down at Wan Lin who had just stepped into the door. The whole hall gave people a majestic and solemn feeling.
There are three black bronze incense burners placed on the incense table in front of the statue, and wisps of green smoke are rising from the three incense burners. The light in the hall is very dim, and the green smoke is lingering inside, and the faint aroma contains a strange taste.
It was refreshing. Wan Lin took a deep breath, and he immediately recognized that this fragrance mixed with precious medicinal materials that could make people feel physically and mentally comfortable and calm their mind. He then turned around and closed the door of the palace, turned around and looked into the main hall.
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In the lingering green smoke, an old Taoist priest in Taoist uniform was sitting quietly in front of the statue, with an antique guqin placed on the small incense table in front of him.
The Taoist priest had a haggard face, a pale complexion with a hint of dark blue, and a wisp of dark red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although his face was bleak, the two stars on his face were bright, and he looked quietly at the man pushing
Wan Lin walked through the door.
Wan Lin stepped into the hall and closed the door, quickly clasped his hands and bowed in salute. At this time, the Taoist priest looked at Wan Lin's camouflage uniform and was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the old man sitting next to him and asked: "Soldier, is this your grandson?"
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Grandpa sat cross-legged on the futon next to the incense table. He looked at Wan Lin who was saluting and waved his hand, then pointed to another futon next to him and asked him to come and sit down.
The old man followed and looked at the Taoist priest and replied in a low voice: "Yes, he is my grandson Lin'er. When he was a child, he followed me to visit you. Later, he joined our Chinese army and became a soldier who defended his family and country.
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After listening to Grandpa Wan Lin's introduction, Taoist Priest Wu suddenly lowered his head and was silent for a long time. After a while, he raised his head. With a look of regret on his face, he looked at Grandpa Wan Lin and said in a low voice: "Okay, still
You have farsightedness. My Xuanxu sect has lived here in seclusion for generations to cultivate. Not to mention world-class martial arts, it can be regarded as the only remaining internal martial arts sect in China. I never thought that this Xuanmen sect would be extinct here."
As he spoke, two lines of hot tears suddenly fell from his eyes. He then stretched out his hand to grab Grandpa Wan Lin's hand and said, "I have relied on my hard-working martial arts to punish evil and promote good all my life, and I have also relied on my supreme medical skills.
I saved countless people, but in the end, my Xuanxu sect’s unique skills were ruined in my hands, I regret it so much!”
When Taoist Master Xuanxu said this, his face suddenly turned livid, and his body sitting upright trembled violently at this moment. Grandpa Wan Lin's face changed drastically, and he immediately saw that Xuanxu's breath was disordered due to excessive excitement.
He grabbed the Taoist Master's hand and saw a flush of red on his face. A strong infuriating energy immediately surged into the meridians of the Taoist Master's hand. He then looked at Wan Lin and said hurriedly: "Lin'er, hurry up.
Give me a fragrant magic pill!"
Wan Lin was already sitting cross-legged on the futon. He quickly pulled out a small bamboo tube from his waist and was about to remove the stopper. At this time, Taoist Master Xuwu suddenly gently shook his lowered head. He looked up with a pale face.
At first, he looked at Wan Lin and said in a hoarse voice: "No need, I know that your Wan family's elixir is extremely precious and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. But I already know the extent of my injury, and my internal organs have been shattered. It's the Daluo elixir."
It's of no use anymore, don't waste such precious elixir on me, save it to save others." As he said that, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted a mouthful of blood to the side.
Wan Lin was stunned when he heard Taoist Master Xianwu's words. He had never noticed that this man who had just played the piano with the sound of an iron horse was actually so seriously injured. He quickly looked at his grandfather. Grandpa.
Holding Wu's hand tightly, he remained silent for a while with a gloomy expression, and then gently shook his head to Xiang Wanlin.
Wan Lin put away the bamboo tube helplessly and looked at the Taoist Master with a puzzled look in his eyes. He really didn't understand that this martial arts master with extremely high skills could not get close to anyone with evil intentions. How could he be subject to this?
Such a serious injury?
At this time, the Taoist Priest's spirit had improved due to the strong Qi that his grandfather had injected into his body. He spit out a mouthful of blood, took a few deep breaths, then raised his arm and gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
. He gently pushed Grandpa's hand away and whispered: "Well, I have no regrets in meeting you as an old friend before I emerge! Now that I have decided to go, my old friend no longer has to waste time on me.
I’m so angry.”
He pushed his grandfather's arm away, and looked at Wan Lin intently for a while with a sudden flash of light in his eyes. Then a soft look appeared in his eyes. He turned to look at Wan Lin's grandfather and said, "Okay, Ling Sun
His facial features are straight and his eyes are restrained and full of righteousness. It seems that he has inherited the mantle of your Wan family. I am very happy and congratulated."