The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 509 Mid-Year Task
"Two seniors, my Mr. Lin has just retreated, so please Haihan, after Mr. Lin leaves the customs, the two of us will report to him the intention of the two of you as soon as possible, and let my Mr. Lin come to thank you. Do you think it is possible?"

Qin Wufeng and Huang Daishan hurriedly stood up from the ground, bowed and cupped fists at Wei Ke and said apologetically.

In the world of cultivation, those who are masters come first. Therefore, after knowing that the two people in front of them are the masters of No. [-] and No. [-] caves, they dare not neglect them in the slightest and call them seniors.

"Retreat? Why are you so eager."

Hearing this, You Bing frowned slightly, with doubts in his eyes.

But at this moment, Wei Ke said: "Brother You, it must have been difficult for Protector Lin to kill Wan Wushan. He also suffered physical injuries. He is currently healing his wounds, and we were abrupt. We should visit again after a while."

"Brother Wei's words are very true. With the new innate strength of Protector Lin, killing the peak of Wanwu Mountain in the middle stage without paying the slightest price, I don't believe it. If that's the case, let's visit again later. .”

Hearing what Wei Ke said, You Bing nodded and thought of this.

Lin Yang's true state is clearly there, it is impossible to fake it, and the gap in the state cannot be easily bridged, and Lin Yang was injured after beheading Wanwu Mountain, this statement is still very happy to accept.

After all, no one can accept such a genius who is against the sky. Only when he is injured, will he feel that Lin Yang is also an ordinary person.

Immediately, You Bing said to Qin Wufeng and the two: "You two remember, when your master leaves the customs, remember to report us."

"Yes yes yes, definitely, definitely."

Qin Wufeng and Huang Daishan responded quickly.

Then he raised his head and watched Wei Ke and You Bing leave.

……

For the next month or so, the Zhenxing Pavilion was calm and calm, and it seemed that a storm was brewing.

And it has been a month since Lin Yang retreated.

this day.

In the retreat room of No. [-] cave mansion.

Lin Yang suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and patted the storage bag with his palm.

Immediately, a silver-white flying sword shot out, hanging in front of him.

On the flying sword, there are fish scale patterns all over, and a dense cold air radiates from the sword body.

The blade is sharp, and there is no doubt about its power.

This flying sword was refined during this one-month retreat, using the Frost Flying Sword of Wanwu Mountain as the basis, adding some materials, and redrawing the formation runes.

"It used to be fish intestines and jade, but you are a new sword, so name it Dragon Scale."

Looking at the silver-white flying sword, Lin Yang suddenly opened his mouth, and said softly, like a decree of immortality.

Immediately, the body of the silver-white flying sword vibrated softly, as if it had a spirituality, and responded, causing subtle energy ripples to appear in the space.

Seeing this, Lin Yang smiled lightly, flicked his sleeves, and put away the flying sword directly.

After retreating for a month, the injury recovered, and the cultivation base had reached the peak of the innate early stage, and it was time to leave the customs.

He stood up from the jade bed, and was about to step off the jade bed, but suddenly, the dharma protection token hanging around his waist was so bright that it was impossible to ignore it.

Lin Yang frowned.

The protection token is not only a symbol of status, but also a way for the protection hall to issue and convey orders. Now that the token is in such a situation, could it be that the protection hall has some order to convey?

With this in mind, he swiped the palm of his hand, and directly took the token around his waist in his hand, and pressed it between his eyebrows.

"The mid-year task of the Dharma Protector Hall... Lin Yang Dharma Protector's task: go to Huyun Mountain, recover the outstanding offerings owed by Huyun Mountain over the years, and this year's offerings, and execute immediately. If the task cannot be completed, it will be dealt with according to the Zongxing Pavilion's clan rules .”

A paragraph of words immediately appeared in Lin Yang's mind as the token was pressed between the eyebrows.

After reading it, he moved the token away, Lin Yang's eyes flickered, and he fell silent.

However, without thinking too much, he took a step forward, stepped off the jade bed, and headed towards the entrance of the stone gate of the cave.

"Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin!"

……

With one foot stepping out of the stone gate, the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami came suddenly, very magnificent.

Impressively, he saw that in the open space in front of No. [-] Cave Mansion, many Zhenxing Pavilion disciples in black gowns bowed towards Lin Yang, clasped their fists and shouted loudly.

Everyone's face is full of respect, everyone's face is full of excitement, and everyone's hair is almost white, which is enough to tell their age, and they are definitely not under eighty.

"How is this going?"

Lin Yang looked at the grand scene in front of him, like a gangster younger brother meeting his elder brother, and couldn't help frowning, and asked Qin Wufeng and Huang Daishan who were bowing on both sides of the stone gate.

"Mr. Lin, these are martial arts practitioners who have been promoted from the secular world, or their descendants. Most of them, in the spiritual world, live at the bottom, either as slaves or servants.

Now, when they heard that you were also promoted from the secular world, and that as a Dharma protector, you killed Wanwu Mountain, they all gathered here. They want to respect you, so please lead them to gain a foothold in the spiritual world. "

Qin Wufeng spoke hastily.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Lin Yang felt a little surprised, and couldn't help but look around, and found that among these people, there were a few familiar faces, who had a face on the island before the trial of immortality. Martial arts cultivator of fate.

As for more, they are gray-haired and unfamiliar faces.

"Since they are all fellows in the secular world, then, if you can help them, you and Huang Daishan can figure it out."

"Yes, Mr. Lin, we plan to set up an organization headed by Mr. Lin, please give us a name from Mr. Lin."

Seeing that Lin Yang didn't object, Qin Wufeng was overjoyed, and quickly bowed and clasped his fists, begging.

If we can unite the forces that can be united, we will definitely be able to gain a firm foothold and develop in the spiritual world.

"Let's name it 'Purple Bamboo Forest' first. Specifically, you can figure it out. But now, I still have tasks to deal with in the Dharma Hall. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of this in a short time."

Lin Yang waved his hand and said.

After saying that, he was about to step up, leave here, and go to the Huyun Mountain, but suddenly, his expression changed, and he asked: "Qin Wufeng, you go and ask these people, ask them if they know Huyun Mountain? If anyone knows the details, please bring them to me."

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to survive a hundred battles.

What kind of place is Huyun Mountain? He has no idea. If he is unprepared, he may step into a trap.

After all, he had been in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years in his previous life, and he already knew that beheading Wan Wushan a month ago had already aroused the hatred of some people.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, I'll ask right now."

Qin Wufeng nodded, turned around immediately, and walked into the crowd in front of the cave.

(End of this chapter)