Renegade Immortal

Time passed slowly in Wang Lin's condensed red mist. Apart from the occasional buzzing of mosquitoes at night, there was only the sound of sleeping men.

Gradually, a ray of early sunshine appeared on the edge of the sky, and the light slowly dispersed the darkness of the night.

Wang Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath toward Dongfang. Suddenly, two purple air dragons that could not be detected by mortals were inhaled from his nostrils, traveled around in his body, and then exhaled from his mouth.

After repeating this process over and over again, Wang Lin clearly felt that his whole body had a sense of ecstasy, as if he could step through the void and rise up.

Wang Lin had never experienced this feeling in the past four hundred years. Obviously, only when one's mentality reaches a certain level of peace can one feel the breath of heaven and earth.

Over the course of one night, the red mist outside Wang Lin's body condensed by one-tenth. Wang Lin is not in a hurry. He knows that condensing the red mist is obviously not something that can be accomplished in a short time. It will take a relatively long time.

In the early morning, everyone in the motorcade woke up one by one and washed up. At this time, the old man who was always on the carriage stepped out of the carriage. After taking a deep breath, he stood in one place. He moved his hands and feet in the open space, and gradually, he made various movements.

Wang Lin took a look and was quite surprised in his heart. Although these movements performed by this person had no offensive power, each one could play a role in strengthening the body. The effect would be even better after being connected together.

After a while, the old man withdrew his fist, exhaled a long breath, then hesitated slightly and walked towards Wang Lin.

Approaching, 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 while and asked, "Brother, where did you find those hundred-year-old willow leaves?" After speaking, his eyes showed a look of curiosity.

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

The old man paused for a moment, thought for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "Brother... good luck!"

After chatting with Wang Lin for a few more words, no matter how he tried to make insinuations, he still couldn't get the information he wanted from Wang Lin. The old man sighed secretly and turned around to leave.

If we really compare, Wang Lin's age is more than that of his ancestors.

The old man's insinuations may be useful for the young people who have just debuted, but for Wang Lin, they have no effect at all.

Following the convoy, Wang Lin gradually adjusted his mentality and slowly integrated into it. The days passed by. During these days, the little maid often came to talk to Wang Lin, but every time she said it, she would blush. When he got up, his eyes showed a strange light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing the light in this woman's eyes, Wang Lin smiled bitterly inwardly. He could often see this light in Li Muwan, and he was already aware of it.

However, Wang Lin considers himself to be older than this girl's ancestors, so he always has a strange feeling in his heart.

On this day, the capital was already within sight.

Although the capital of the mortals of the fourth-level cultivation country was gorgeous, in Wang Lin's eyes, it was extremely bland and had nothing outstanding about it. If it weren't for the spiritual energy whirlpools above the capital, Wang Lin wouldn't have even looked at it.

With a sweep of Wang Lin's consciousness, the entire capital city had already taken shape in his mind. Within the capital city, there were nine spiritual energy vortexes. As for the ones emitting these spiritual energy vortexes, they were not cultivators, but nine towering black columns. Depending on the size of the pillar, the spiritual power emitted by it is also divided into strong and weak. Except for one of them, which is the largest, the other eight are all second.

This pillar is so large that the smallest one requires ten people to surround it before it can be touched, while the largest one requires a hundred people to surround it.

There are people meditating within these nine pillars, and there is a layer of formation outside the pillars to prevent any spiritual prying eyes. However, this formation is useless to Wang Lin. He can see at a glance that all the people meditating in the pillars are They are all monks.

Among them, the one with the highest level of cultivation has already reached the late stage of pill formation, and the one with the lowest level also has the level of cultivation of the late stage of foundation building.

Wang Lin was very interested in this strange building. After entering the city with the convoy, Lu Xing noticed that Wang Lin was always looking at the nine black pillars in the center of the city in the distance, so he whispered: "Brother Wang, don't stare so much." Just watch, if someone finds out, there will be trouble."

Wang Lin touched the foal's mane under his crotch and said doubtfully:

"Brother Lu, what is this black pillar?"

Lu Xingxian showed a look of envy in his face and whispered: "That is an immortal tree. This place is the capital of our country, and the immortals protect it. Only then did the immortal edict come down. The emperor recruited craftsmen from all over the country to build these nine trees in accordance with the requirements of the immortal edict." Immortal wood.”

"Immortal wood..." Wang Lin looked a little strange.

"There are immortals living in this fairy tree. My father once saw an immortal flying out of it when he was young." There was a sense of pride in Lu Xing's tone. It seemed that his ancestors had seen immortals, which impressed him so much. It's like a proud thing.

At this moment, if he knew that Wang Lin, who had been walking with him for seven days, was a hundred times stronger than the one his ancestors had seen, I wonder what he would think.

You must know that the monk his ancestors met, even if he saw Wang Lin, he would respectfully call him "senior".

Wang Lin looked away, smiled, and said nothing.

On a pontoon bridge between the north and south of the city, Wang Lin and Lu Xing and others said goodbye. Although Lu Xing had not known Wang Lin for a long time, he felt like they were the same as before. He patted his chest and assured Wang Lin that if Wang Lin If Lin encounters any trouble, just come to him.

There is also Sun Laoer who gave up his horse. During these few days of drinking, he was convinced of Wang Lin. At this time, when parting, he, like Lu Xing, told Wang Lin that if he was bullied Yes, he, Sun Laoer, will definitely take action.

Finally, the old man got off the carriage, and behind him, followed a woman with a white gauze face, and next to the woman was the pretty maid.

Seeing Wang Lin about to leave, the maid's eyes showed a hint of melancholy.

After the old man in the doctor stepped forward to chat with Wang Lin for a few words, the woman with a white gauze face did not move, but bowed slightly to Wang Lin in the distance, then turned around and returned to the car without saying a word.

As for the girl, she leaned over and chatted with the woman in white gauze for a few words, then quickly came to Wang Lin with an ice silk bag, handed the bag to Wang Lin, and said softly: "Miss asked me to thank you. There are ten taels of gold in it, which is considered a medical fee."

Wang Lin didn't refuse and took it. Apart from having a little touch of this kind of money in the mortal world four hundred years ago, this was the first time he had obtained it.

Wang Lin cupped his fists and turned to leave.

It wasn't until he was very far away that the maid sighed quietly and turned back to the carriage. The motorcade followed the pontoon bridge and entered Nancheng.

Wang Lin squeezed the ten taels of gold in his hand and walked in Kyoto. Kyoto is worthy of being at the feet of the Emperor. There are many pedestrians and shops on both sides of the streets are numerous and all-encompassing.

Not long after, Wang Lin's eyes flickered. In this mortal capital, he had actually seen no less than ten monks so far.

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

After pondering for a while, Wang Lin glanced at the nine black pillars in the center of the city, and he already had the answer in his heart. This must be the characteristic of the fourth-level cultivation country.

Until the afternoon, Wang Lin was still wandering on the streets. Among the shops in Kyoto, some were obviously not for mortals, but for monks. They actually sold jade slips, magic weapons and other items.

It's just that there is a layer of prohibition outside these shops, and mortals cannot enter.

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

While Wang Lin was walking, he occasionally entered a shop to take a look. When he walked out of a shop, suddenly there was a burst of noise not far away. He saw a slovenly old man being pushed to the ground by a big man. A big fist hit the old man's chest.

The old man let out bursts of screams, and the sound was quite sad. At the same time, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from the old man's mouth, seemingly with a certain rhythm. Every time the big man punched, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The big man punched a few times, then stood up and cursed:

"Old man, come to my shop again and I'll beat you again and again. You're so old, but you're so nasty!" After the big man finished cursing, he spat.

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

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

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

Wang Lin turned sideways, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

The old man walked past Wang Lin, and within a few steps, he suddenly turned around with surprise in his eyes. He looked Wang Lin up and down, and suddenly said: "Little brother, I see that your heaven is full, your body is filled with purple light, and you are absolutely stunning." Extraordinary person."

Wang Lin frowned. With his spiritual consciousness, he could tell at a glance that this old man was just a mortal, without any cultivation. He even had many bruises in his body, which were obviously caused by being beaten frequently.

Wang Lin didn't have the slightest interest in this person and turned around to leave. If the old man continued to follow him, Wang Lin wouldn't mind giving him a ride.

The old man had a look of pity in his eyes, looked at Wang Lin's back, shook his head and said, "If there is no one to guide me, I'm afraid I won't be able to transform into a god in this life. It's a pity."

Wang Lin suddenly paused, and the aura all over his body was suddenly raging at this moment. He slowly turned around, stared at the old man, and said coldly: "Who are you!"

The old man didn't feel any discomfort in the face of Wang Lin's raging aura. He put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said with a breath of vicissitudes in his mouth: "You don't need to know who I am, but I know how to make you reach your ideal state." The realm of gods.”

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. No matter how he looked at this old man, he was just a mortal, but this man could see through his own cultivation level at a glance. There was only one explanation for this kind of thing, and that was that this man's cultivation level far exceeded that of a god. Period, so Wang Lin couldn't see anything while hiding.

"How can I reach the state of becoming a god?" Wang Lin frowned and said.

The old man looked at Wang Lin and said, "As we get older, we can't think of anything when we are hungry. I know there is a good restaurant, why don't we chat while we eat?" After that, he added His lips and stomach made a few hungry sounds in unison.

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

Eating in the lobby was obviously not something the old man would like. After he entered, he walked directly towards the private room. When the waiter at the side saw the old man appearing, he glanced at Wang Lin behind him with a strange expression and immediately stepped forward. Entertain.

Wang Lin frowned. He always felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

The old man was obviously very familiar with this restaurant. He ordered a large number of dishes that Wang Lin had never heard of before. The whole table was covered. The old man seemed to have not eaten for many days and swept away like a whirlwind. .

Wang Lin said nothing, drinking a pot of water and wine, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the old man, becoming increasingly cold.

"Go on, I'm all ears." Wang Lin said coldly after the old man ate for a while.

The old man grabbed an elbow, took a big bite, and said with a greasy look on his face: "This is easy to talk about. It's easy to talk about. Just wait until I finish eating this elbow."

As the old man spoke, he swallowed the whole elbow into his mouth in a few times, then burped, wiped his hands on his body, and said: "In the stage of transformation, you need to understand the way of heaven. I think you should also understand this. In addition, if you want to achieve spiritual transformation, you must create an artistic conception. Do you understand artistic conception? Young man, come to understand it. Once you experience the artistic conception, you will not be far from spiritual transformation... This, I'll go Just for your convenience, I will continue talking to you when I get back." The old man suddenly touched his stomach, grimaced, and quickly stood up.

As if he was worried that Wang Lin wouldn't let him out, when he stood up, he made a "pop" sound and farted for a long time, and suddenly a foul smell filled the entire single 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 single room. At the same time, his consciousness kept following the old man. The old man's series of performances were all strange, but he said The realm of incarnation is consistent with what Wang Lin knows. It is impossible for a mortal to know this kind of thing.

In doubt, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and he stood up. In his consciousness, he saw the old man leaving the back door of the hotel with a proud look on his face. After running a few steps quickly, he disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Lin flashed and disappeared into the restaurant. When he appeared, he was already outside. His hands were cold and he followed the old man leisurely.

I saw the old man changed his clothes at some point, took a small stick and dug it into his mouth for a long time, pulled out a piece of minced meat, and stuffed it into his mouth again without throwing it away.

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, a smile appeared on his lips, and he stepped forward quickly.

The middle-aged man seemed to be aware of it, turned around and frowned at the old man, then ignored him.

At this time, the old man suddenly said loudly: "Little brother, I see that your heaven is full and your body is filled with purple light. You are absolutely extraordinary."

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

The old man had a look of pity in his eyes, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if no one gives guidance, I'm afraid I won't be able to form an elixir 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. How about we find a place to relax and talk while relaxing?"

Wang Lin's face was as gloomy as water. The middle-aged man was also a monk, but his cultivation was only in the foundation-building stage. It was obvious that this old man had learned these words from nowhere and was dedicated to deceiving those who were cultivating immortals.

But the old man has been alive until now, so this matter is not simple. Unless Wang Lin is the first person he has been deceived, otherwise, the old man will definitely not live to this day.

As a cultivator, he was actually played by a mortal. No one would spare this old man lightly.

Another strange thing is that this old man seems to be able to see through the monk's cultivation level at a glance. If it is the foundation building stage, then he will talk about pill formation. If it is the pill formation stage, then he will talk about Yuanying. As for the Yuanying stage like Wang Lin, Naturally, it means becoming a god.

Throughout the afternoon, Wang Lin kept staring at the old man. He wanted to see what secret this old man had.

In one afternoon, the old man, including Wang Lin, deceived four people in total. The things he deceived were quite interesting, including food and drink, and the most outrageous one was a trip to a brothel.

But the three people, including the man in purple robe, showed no signs of looking for trouble from him, as if what the old man said had some kind of magic power.

The more Wang Lin watched, the more frightened he became. The old man seemed to have a very good understanding of how to break through in cultivation. A few words of understatement could often make those monks suddenly enlightened.

In this way, no one thought he was a liar. Instead, he felt like he had met a senior expert, and everyone became polite.

Gradually, Wang Lin pondered a little and withdrew his consciousness and stopped checking. There was something mysterious about this man. Wang Lin had a hunch that it would be better for him not to mess with this old man.

After Wang Lin regained his consciousness, the old man was in the brothel, holding a charming woman in his arms. He glanced in the direction of Wang Lin with a half-smile, and then murmured to himself: "Nascent Soul" He is still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, do you want to help him?"

While he was thinking about it, the woman in his arms called him cooingly, and the old man immediately left Wang Lin behind and went away happily.

After no longer thinking about the old man, Wang Lin was silent for a moment and rented a small shop in a relatively remote place in the west of the city for eight taels of gold. After sorting it out, he moved in.

If you want to become a god, you must first transform into a mortal, understand life, and understand the way of heaven. This is what Wang Lin thought of as a way to break through the Nascent Soul. He looked at the shop calmly. Wang Lin sat cross-legged quietly in the back room. Quietly experience the mortal world.

As the saying goes, hiding in the wild and hiding in the city, Wang Lin was hiding in the prosperous mortal capital of Kyoto, quietly feeling the way of heaven and reincarnation, and making comprehensive preparations to break through the Nascent Soul and become a god.

I'm really sleepy. I owe a thousand words. I'll make up for it soon. Please forgive me. (To be continued)