He broke into the formation here and almost died in it, but the commoner monk is now unscathed, and it doesn't look like he just came out of the protective formation.
"This is impossible. This bald man is not stronger than me. Even I can only get to the fourth floor. There is absolutely no way he can get in!"
Lin Bei became interested and asked, "Do you know this monk very well?"
Ling Xiaofeng said: "Our three major mountains, each period will send an outstanding disciple down the mountain to walk in the world. This time it is me in Linghua Mountain, and it is this bald man from Jituo Mountain."
"So that's it."
Lin Bei understood and smiled lightly and said: "Actually, this monk didn't break in by himself. He followed you and came in with you."
"What!!"
Ling Xiaofeng was so shocked that he jumped up on the spot, but calmed down the next second and whispered:
"I understand. This bald man practices the closed-mouthed meditation of Jituo Mountain. He is best at concealment and body skills. He is almost undetectable at the same level. He must have used Jituo's secret method to secretly follow me and take the opportunity to come in together.
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Lin Bei recalled the scene when he and the commoner monk met for the first time a month ago, and said: "So that's it, this guy's hiding method and speed are really amazing."
Ling Xiaofeng woke up again and exclaimed: "Master Lin, could you be aware of the existence of this bald man?"
Lin Bei nodded calmly: "Yes, I noticed that he was following you from the beginning."
Ling Xiaofeng's hair stood on end instantly.
He was followed all the way by the commoner monk and almost died without realizing it. But Lin Bei knew about it from the beginning?
Doesn’t this mean that Master Lin’s insight is far superior to his?
"Qingya, come back."
At this time, Lin Bei waved his hand. Although Zhou Qingya was confused, she still came back obediently.
Lin Bei took out another tea cup, poured it on it, and shouted to the commoner monk: "Since we are from Kunlun, let's come over and have a cup of tea together."
After hearing this, the commoner monk came over and sat down. He raised his tea cup and drank it all without any politeness in front of everyone.
His eyes lit up, and he finally responded to Lin Bei for the first time, but not with words, but with words.
The commoner monk dipped his finger into some tea and wrote two words on the stone table: "Good tea!"
"You bald man, I worked my butt off to get in, but you drank the tea first?"
"No, I have to drink too!"
Ling Xiaofeng was a little angry, raised the tea cup and poured it into his mouth.
His eyes also lit up and he exclaimed: "Wow! This is actually spiritual tea, and the quality is not low."
"Have you drunk it?" Lin Bei asked.
Ling Xiaofeng nodded: "Our master has no shortage of spiritual tea, but such high-quality tea is very rare. Only when meeting distinguished guests, my master will take out some of the treasures and share them with the guests."
The commoner monk also wrote with tea: "There are some teachers, but not many."
Lin Bei was a little surprised. Kunlun had spiritual tea, which meant that their spiritual energy concentration was not low.
But the fact that the quality of such ripened tea can be of the highest quality shows that Kunlun's spiritual energy is not of a high grade, or that the cultivation technology of spiritual tea is not mature yet.
Lin Bei asked: "Monk, so you really can't speak?"
The Buyi monk wrote: "The young monk has practiced closed-mouthed meditation and has not opened his mouth for twenty-five years."
Ling Xiaofeng's eyes widened: "Twenty years? I remember you were only twenty-nine years old, and you, a bald man, stopped talking when you were five years old? Didn't you suffocate you to death?"
"Master Lin, the longer you keep silent, the stronger your abilities become. No wonder this bald man can hide under my nose. He has been pretending to be mute since he was a child."
Lin Bei was also a little surprised.
At the age of five, children are at their most innocent. If they start to keep silent at that time, how much torture must it be and how much pain must they endure?
Lin Bei asked the commoner monk: "Why didn't you write when you came here last time?"
The commoner monk put his hands together and wrote: "At that time, I just wanted to pay a visit and had no intention of contacting him. Moreover, Master Lin did not give me a chance to leave a message."
Ling Xiaofeng glared again: "What? Master Lin, have you seen him?"
Lin Bei nodded: "Yes, I met this monk once a month ago. He kept following me and didn't talk, so I got rid of him."
Ling Xiaofeng was even more shocked: "You can actually get rid of this bald man? His movement skills are undoubtedly the best in our generation, I can't even compare!"
The Buyi monk wrote: "Master Lin's talents are beyond common sense. You and I cannot measure them by normal standards."
Ling Xiaofeng rarely agreed with him and said: "That's right. To be able to build such a formation at the foot of the mountain and to achieve such a prestigious reputation at such an age is indeed beyond common sense."
At this time, Lin Bei said lightly: "I think we already understand each other somewhat. It's time to tell us your purpose, right?"
Ling Xiaofeng didn't hide anything and said directly: "Master Lin, in the name of my sect, I came to meet you and test your depth."
"What's the result?" Lin Bei smiled lightly.
Ling Xiaofeng sighed softly: "Master Lin is unparalleled in talent and can easily master a formation. As for personal strength, judging from the depth of your true energy, I am no match for you."
Lin Bei looked at the commoner monk: "What about you?"
The Buyi monk wrote: "On the orders of my master, I invite Master Lin to join Kunlun and join me in Jituo Mountain!"
Upon seeing this, Ling Xiaofeng couldn't sit still for a moment and shouted: "What are you doing, you bald guy? Are you going to directly invite Master Lin to join?"
The commoner monk rolled his eyes at him and wrote: "We at Jituo Mountain have met Master Lin in the past month. The host feels that Master Lin has unlimited potential and is suitable to win over."
Ling Xiaofeng immediately shouted: "Master Lin, don't be deceived. This Jituo Mountain looks like a monk, but his style is completely different from the monks at the foot of your mountain. They are a group of people who are sneaking around all day long and don't do anything about human affairs!
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The commoner monk suddenly became angry and wrote angrily: "Ling Xiaofeng, how dare you smear our Jituo?"
Ling Xiaofeng sneered: "Did I slander you? The three major mountains of Kunlun didn't have your Jituo back then. You stole the mountain sect traditions from the previous generation!"
The commoner monk was furious: "Niubi, you are not allowed to insult the ancestors of our sect!"
Ling Xiaofeng's sneer got even louder: "I'm telling the truth. Do you want to fight if you don't accept it? I'm not as good as you in terms of hiding and rubbing my feet, but in a head-on fight, you may not be my opponent."
Lin Bei suddenly became more and more interested.
It can be seen from the scoldings of the two that Kunlun is not at peace inside, and things have not been smooth sailing in the past.
Ling Xiaofeng's ability to break into the fourth level of the formation was impressive, and the monk's silent words were also strange and incomprehensible. Lin Bei really wanted to see them fight.
At this moment, the commoner monk suddenly clasped his hands together, all the anger on his face disappeared, and wrote again: "Master Lin is inviting us to drink spiritual tea now. It would be too rude for us to do anything here."