Time passed slowly in Wang Lin's condensed red mist. In the night, apart from the buzzing of some mosquitoes, there was only the sound of sleep from some sleeping men.
Gradually, a round of sun appeared on the edge of the sky, and the light slowly dissipated the night.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath towards Dongfang. Suddenly, two purple air dragons that mortals could not detect were inhaled from his nostrils, and after walking around in the body, they exhaled again.
After going back and forth like this, Wang Lin clearly felt that his whole body had a sense of ecstasy, as if he could step through the void and sway upright.
Wang Lin had never had this kind of feeling in the four hundred years before. Obviously, only when his mentality reached a certain level of peace can he realize the aura between the world and the earth.
Over the course of the night, the red mist outside Wang Lin's body shrank by another tenth. Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He knew that condensing the red mist was obviously not something that could be done in a short time. It would take a relatively long time.
In the early morning, everyone in the convoy woke up one by one and washed up. At this moment, the old man who was always on the carriage, walked off the carriage, and after taking a deep breath, he was in one place. He moved his hands and feet in the open space, and gradually, he made various movements.
Wang Lin glanced at it and was quite surprised. Although these actions performed by this person did not have any offensive power, each of them could play a role in strengthening the body, and the effect would be better after being coherent.
After a little, the old man closed his fist and let out a long breath, then hesitated for a while and walked towards Wang Lin.
Before approaching, the old man smiled and said, "Brother, how did you rest last night?"
Wang Lin nodded slightly. Did not speak.
The old man hesitated a little. Asked: "Brother. The hundred-year-old willow leaves. I don't know where you found it?" Finished. There was a curious look in his eyes.
"I picked it up by the road." Wang Lin said.
The old man suddenly stagnated. Thought for a long time. With a wry smile, "Brother... Good luck!"
I chatted with Wang Lin again. No matter how he hits sideways. After being unable to get the information he wanted from Wang Lin's mouth. The old man sighed secretly. Turn around and leave.
If it is really compared. The age of Wang Lin. There are more than ancestors who are old people. The old man's side-knack. It may be useful for young people who just debuted. But for Wang Lin, it had no effect at all.
Following the team, Wang Lin gradually adjusted his mentality and slowly integrated into it. A few days passed by. In these days, the little maid often came to talk to Wang Lin, but every time he talked, he blushed. When I got up, my eyes showed a strange light, and I didn't know what was in my mind.
Seeing the light in this woman's eyes, Wang Lin smiled bitterly in his heart. He could often see this light in Li Muwan's body, and he knew it well at this time.
It's just that Wang Lin asked himself about his age, even if the ancestors of this girl were surpassing them, there was always a weird feeling in his heart.
On this day, the capital is already within sight.
Even though the mortal capital of the fourth-level cultivation nation was gorgeous, in Wang Lin's eyes, it was extremely plain, without any brilliance. If it weren't for the spiritual energy vortex above the city, Wang Lin wouldn't even look at it.
Wang Lin swept away his spiritual consciousness, and the entire capital was already formed in his heart. Within the capital, there were nine spiritual energy vortexes. As for the one who emitted this spiritual energy vortex, it was not a monk, but nine towering black columns. According to the size of the pillar, the spiritual power it radiates can be divided into strong and weak points, except for one of the largest, the other eight, all of them second.
This column is very large, the smallest one needs to be surrounded by ten people to reach it, and the largest one needs to be surrounded by a hundred people.
Inside these nine pillars, there are people meditating, and there is a layer of formation outside the pillars to prevent any divine sense snooping, but this formation is useless to Wang Lin. He can see at a glance that all the meditators in the pillars are All monks.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level has reached the late stage of pill formation, and the lowest one also has the cultivation base of the latter stage of foundation building.
Wang Lin was very interested in this peculiar 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 Look, if someone finds out, there will be trouble."
Wang Lin touched the mane of the horse under his hips, and said in confusion, "Brother Lu, what is this black pillar?"
Lu Xing showed envy in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "That is the fairy tree, this place is our country’s Kyoto, where the immortals are sheltered. Only then did the emperor descend on the emperor. Wood."
"Xianmu..." Wang Lin's expression was a little weird.
"In this fairy wood, there are immortals. When my father was young, he saw immortals flying out of it with his own eyes." There was a hint of pride in Lu Xing's tone. It seemed that his ancestors had seen immortals. Like a proud thing.
At this time, 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, he would not know how he would feel.
You must know that the monk that his ancestors had met, even if he saw Wang Lin, he would respectfully call his predecessor.
Wang Lin retracted his gaze, smiled, and said nothing.
On a floating bridge between the north and the south of the city, Wang Lin and Lu Xing and others said their goodbyes. Although Lu Xing had not known Wang Lin for a long time, he felt the same as before. He patted his chest and assured Wang Lin that if it were Wang Lin If Lin is in trouble, just ask him.
And the second son of Sun who gave up his horse. In the past few days of fighting for wine, he was convinced of Wang Lin. At this time, he was like Lu Xing and told Wang Lin if he was bullied. Now, his second grandson must make a move.
Finally, the old man in the doctor got off the carriage, behind him, followed by a woman with a white gauze, beside the woman was the pretty maid.
Seeing Wang Lin about to leave, the maid's eyes showed a trace of melancholy.
After the old man in the doctor came forward to talk with Wang Linpan for a few words, the woman with the white gauze did not move, but leaned slightly towards Wang Lin in the distance. After that, without saying anything, she turned and returned to the car again.
As for the maid, she leaned forward and talked with the white yarn woman, holding an ice silk pocket, hurried to Wang Lin, handed the bag to Wang Lin, and whispered: "Miss let me thank you, inside. There are twelve taels of gold, which is considered to be the consultation fee."
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 four hundred years ago.
Wang Lin clasped his fists and turned to leave.
It wasn't until he walked far away that the maid sighed quietly, turned back to the carriage, and the convoy followed the pontoon and entered the South City.
Squeezing the twelve taels of gold in his hand, Wang Lin walked in Kyoto. Kyoto is worthy of the emperor's feet. There are many pedestrians, and shops on both sides of the street are everywhere.
It didn't take long for Wang Lin's eyes to flicker. In this mortal Kyoto, he has seen no less than ten monks for it up to now.
Although the cultivation base of these cultivators was only the twelfth or third level of Qi Condensation, Wang Lin rarely encountered this phenomenon in other countries.
After pondering a little, Wang Lin glanced at the nine black pillars in the center of the city, and he already had the answer in his heart, presumably 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 were obviously not for mortals, but for monks. They actually sold jade slips and magic treasures.
It's just that outside these shops, there is a barrier that mortals can't enter.
People in Kyoto are obviously already familiar with this phenomenon, so almost no mortal will walk into this type of shop.
When Wang Lin was walking, he sometimes entered the shop to take a leisurely look. When he walked out of a shop, suddenly there was a burst of noise not far away. He saw a sloppy old man who was pushed to the ground by a big man. The big fist hit the old man's chest.
The old man screamed screams and screams, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted from the old man's mouth, seeming to have a certain rhythm, every time the big man punched, he spewed a mouthful of blood.
After punching a few times, the big man stood up and cursed: "Old stuff, come to Lao Tzu's shop again, and see you hitting once, you are so old, so nasty!" The big man spit out after he finished cursing.
At this time, a middle-aged man standing next to Wang Lin shook his head and sighed: "Oh, the world is getting worse, this old man is beaten almost every day, just to see those female family members changing clothes, is it worth it?"
Wang Lin was stunned when he heard it, then glanced at the old man, then turned and left.
But he didn't take a few steps, turned around suddenly, and saw the old man walking towards him triumphantly while wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
Wang Lin opened his body sideways, his eyes gradually cold.
The old man walked past Wang Lin without taking a few steps. He suddenly turned around and looked surprised. He looked up and down Wang Lin a few times, and suddenly said, "Little brother, I see your heavenly court is full, purple light transparent, absolutely beautiful. Extraordinary person."
Wang Lin furrowed his brows, and with his spiritual sense, he could tell at a glance that this old man was just a mortal, without any cultivation skills, and even had many bruises in his body, which was obviously caused by frequent beatings.
For this person, Wang Lin didn't have the slightest interest, and turned and left. If the old man continued to follow, then Wang Lin wouldn't mind giving him a ride.
The old man showed a pity, looked at Wang Lin's back, shook his head and said: "If no one is pointing, I am afraid that this life will not be able to transform the gods, it is a pity."
Wang Lin had a sudden stop, his whole body aura suddenly raged at this moment, he slowly turned around, stared at the old man, and said coldly: "Who are you!"
Facing Wang Lin’s raging breath, the old man didn’t feel any discomfort. He looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. His mouth was full of vicissitudes. God Realm."
Wang Lin's eyes flickered. Whatever he thinks of this old man, he is nothing more than a mortal, but this person can see through his own cultivation level at a glance. There is only one explanation for this kind of thing, that is, this person's cultivation level is far beyond the gods. Period, so Wang Lin would not be able to see anything in hiding.
"How can I reach the realm of transforming gods?" Wang Lin frowned and said.
The old man glanced at Wang Lin and said, "I am old, and when I am hungry, I can't remember anything. I know that there is a good restaurant. Why don't we eat and talk?" After that, he added his lips. , He made a few hungry sounds in his stomach very cooperatively.
Fushun Restaurant, one of the most luxurious and luxurious restaurants in Kyoto, the old man walked in with his head held high.
Eating in the hall, obviously not in the eyes of the old man. After he entered, he walked directly to the single room. The shopkeeper on the side saw the old man appear, and he gave a weird look at Wang Lin behind the old man, and immediately stepped forward. Entertain.
Wang Lin frowned, he always felt that this incident was strange.
The old man is obviously very familiar with this restaurant. He ordered a large number of dishes that Wang Lin had never heard before, and the entire table was covered. The old man seemed to have not eaten for many days, and he swept away like a cloud. .
Without saying a word, Wang Lin drank a drink, his eyes turned to the old man from time to time, getting colder and colder.
"Let's talk, listen carefully." After the old man had eaten for a while, Wang Lin said coldly.
The old man grabbed a elbow and gnawed a big mouth, and said with a greasy expression: "This matter is easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about, you wait for me to finish eating this elbow."
As the old man said, he swallowed his entire elbow in two swallows, and then he hiccuped, rubbing his hands on his body, and said, "In the stage of god transformation, you need to understand the way of heaven. I think you should also understand this. In addition, in order to achieve the transformation of the gods, you must produce a kind of artistic conception. Do you understand the artistic conception? Young man, get a good understanding of it. Once you realize the artistic conception, then you are not far from the transformation of the god... After a while, I will continue to talk to you when I come back." The old man suddenly touched his stomach with a bitter face, and quickly stood up.
It seemed that Wang Lin was worried that Wang Lin would not let him out. When he got up, he let out a "poof" and let out a loud fart, and a stench immediately filled the entire single room.
The old man smiled awkwardly and left in a hurry.
Wang Lin waved his right hand and suddenly a breeze appeared, blowing away the stench in the single room. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness has been closely following the old man. The old man's series of performances are all completely strange, but what he said is changed. The realm of God, but it was consistent with Wang Lin's knowledge, it was impossible for a mortal to know this kind of thing.
Suddenly, Wang Lin flashed cold eyes and stood up. In his mind, he saw the old man leave the back door of the hotel triumphantly. After running a few steps, he disappeared into the crowd.
Wang Lin flickered and disappeared inside the restaurant. He was already outside when he appeared. His eyes were cold and he followed the old man unhurriedly.
I didn't know when the old man changed his clothes, held a small stick in his mouth for a long time, deducted a piece of minced meat, did not throw it away, but put it in his mouth again.
While he was walking, the old man suddenly stopped. He looked at a middle-aged man in a purple robe in the distance, his eyes lit up, his mouth was smiling, and he quickly stepped forward.
The middle-aged man seemed to be aware, turned around and frowned at the old man, then ignored it.
At this moment, the old man suddenly said loudly: "Little brother, I see your heavenly court is full, purple light translucent, extraordinary person."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, stopped, turned to look at the old man, his gaze showed a sense of coldness.
The old man looked regretful and shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, if no one is pointing, I am afraid that he will not be able to form a pill in this life."
The middle-aged man blinked his eyes and 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 let it go?"
Wang Lin's face was gloomy and watery. The middle-aged man was also a monk, but his cultivation was only the foundation stage. Obviously, this old man didn't know where to learn these words, and he specialized in cultivating immortals.
But this old man has been alive until now, this matter is a bit difficult, unless Wang Lin is the first person he was deceived, otherwise, this old man will definitely not live to this day.
As a cultivator, he was actually played around by a mortal, this kind of thing, changing anyone, definitely won't spare the old man lightly.
The most strange thing is that this old man seems to be able to see through the cultivation of the monks at a glance. If it is the foundation building period, then he will say the pill formation period, if it is the pill formation period, then he will say the Yuan Ying, as for the Yuan Ying like Wang Lin, naturally That is to say the god.
This whole afternoon, Wang Lin had been staring at the old man, he wanted to see what the old man had secret.
In the afternoon, the old man, including Wang Lin, deceived a total of four people. The things he deceived were also interesting. They were all food and drink, and the most excessive thing was just a trip to the brothel.
But the three people, including the purple-robed man, showed no signs of trouble looking for him. It seemed that what the old man said possessed some kind of magical power.
The more Wang Lin looked at it, the more frightened his heart became. The old man seemed to know very well how to break through his cultivation base, and a few words that were often understated could make the monks start to speak.
In this way, no one thinks he is a liar, but there is a feeling that he has met a senior expert, and he has become polite.
Gradually, Wang Lin hesitated a little, then withdrew his consciousness and no longer looked at it. There was a mystery in this person, and Wang Lin had a hunch that this old man would be better off himself.
After Wang Lin's spiritual knowledge was recovered, the old man was in the brothel, holding a charming woman in his arms, his eyes flashed, and he glanced at Wang Lin's direction with a smile, and then muttered to himself: "Yuan Ying Period, it's still the middle stage of Yuanying, do you want to help him?"
While he was thinking about it, the woman in his arms whispered to him, and immediately the old man left Wang Lin behind and happily left.
After he stopped thinking about the old man, Wang Lin was silent for a moment. In a relatively remote place in the west of the city, he rented a small shop at the price of eight taels of gold. After some sorting, he moved in.
If you want to transform the gods, you must first transform the mortal, understand life, and understand the way of heaven. This is Wang Lin's idea. It can break through the way of Yuanying. After a calm glance at this shop, Wang Lin sits quietly cross-legged in the back room. Feel the mortal world quietly.
The so-called small hiding in the wild and large hiding in the city, Wang Lin hides in this bustling mortal Kyoto at this time, quietly feeling its heaven and reincarnation, in order to break through the Nascent Soul and enter the transformation of God, making comprehensive preparations.