High in the sky, Zhao Yian glared angrily with his big eyes.

"Godfather, you tricked me!"

"How did I trick you?"

"It was you who wanted to take me out for a flight, but you insisted that I just wanted to go out and play - it's over, it's over. When I get home, my mother will punish me by making me copy big characters again..."

Hearing Zhao Yian's mumbling in his arms, Lin Zhongtian smiled.

Gradually, Zhao Yian closed his mouth and stared at the wonderful scenery below in a trance. This high-altitude bird's-eye view was a magical experience he had never had since he was born.

Not long after, Lin Zhongtian brought Zhao Yian to land in front of the mountain temple at the entrance of the village.

Zhao Yian hugged his neck excitedly, muttering "Fly again, fly again".

But Lin Zhongtian ignored him, put away his bright silver armor, pushed the door open and walked into the mountain temple.

After pushing open the door, what caught my eye was a statue of a mountain god made of gold and iron. Under the altar in front of the statue lay an old man in Taoist robes. His robes were worn and white, and his yellowish hair was spread out like dead branches. He looked very sloppy and dirty, but the arm exposed under his sleeves was as white as a baby's skin.

Without combing or washing, yet without any dirt...

This is the external manifestation of the great achievement of internal energy.

Lin Zhongtian looked at him with interest.

"Is that him?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Yian nodded repeatedly, then jumped out of Lin Zhongtian's arms, ran under the altar and grabbed the Taoist robe of the old Taoist.

"Master, it's time to get up!"

“Alas~”

The old Taoist turned over helplessly and crawled out from under the altar with the help of Zhao Yian.

As soon as he stood up and before he could open his mouth, the old Taoist saw Lin Zhongtian standing in front of him and was slightly startled.

Zhao Yian quickly ran to Lin Zhongtian, grabbed his hand and boasted proudly: "Master Taoist, this is my godfather."

...Godfather?

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared on his old face.

This kid has the dragon energy in his body, and ordinary people cannot be his godfather. Could it be that this person also has a special fate?

The old Taoist priest carefully examined Lin Zhongtian's face, and then he was puzzled to find that although this man had a handsome appearance, he was not a long-lived person judging from his face. Moreover, he had a fate with flaws, so he was bound to suffer many disasters.

At my age now, having a broken arm or a lame leg is considered normal, but dying young is considered normal.

"It's really strange..."

The old Taoist priest walked around Lin Zhongtian in amazement, exclaiming in amazement.

I thought, could it be that the dragon energy on that boy covered up the disaster energy on this person?

When Lin Zhongtian saw him looking at him like this, he also felt a little interested.

"Master, can you read faces?"

"I know a thing or two."

"So what do you think of my appearance?"

“…It’s hard to say. It’s hard to say.”

The old Taoist shook his head, and a strange look appeared in his clear eyes.

Lin Zhongtian looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Why don't you open your eyes and take a closer look?"

The old Taoist was slightly startled, and then felt surprised.

How did this person know that he knew the skill of opening his eyes and observing qi?

After a slight hesitation, the old Taoist priest still couldn't suppress his curiosity.

I saw him biting the tip of his tongue, pressing it against the upper palate, pinching his hands to make hand gestures, and circulating his internal energy.

In Lin Zhongtian's almost white-eye perspective, his internal energy formed a wonderful circulation inside and outside the body. The circulation inside the body was mainly concentrated near the brain and eyes, the most vulnerable parts of the human body, as if it was sensing the outside world in the form of internal energy.

Afterwards, Lin Zhongtian suddenly felt a faint consciousness testing him.

...What the hell, is this spiritual consciousness or divine consciousness?

Lin Zhongtian looked at the old Taoist priest in amazement. This was the first time he saw someone being able to project his consciousness outside of himself.

Although the opponent's consciousness is still very fragile, in this low-level martial arts world of Embroidered Spring Blade, it is already a god-like method.

Lin Zhongtian became interested and immediately opened the overseas layer of his consciousness, allowing this ignorant consciousness to explore into it.

In an instant, an endless sea of ​​gray fog emerged before the old Taoist's eyes. In the sea of ​​fog was a black altar, on which sat a handsome young man wearing a gold and white jade robe and golden dragon-patterned boots. Beside him stood a bright silver three-pointed, double-edged sword, and at his feet lay a white thin dog.

At this moment, the young man seemed to have noticed the old Taoist's prying, and slightly opened his tightly closed eyes. The two silver lines on his forehead turned into silver vertical eyes and slowly opened.

A ray of divine light shot out from it, splitting the sea of ​​fog in front of it.

Before the young man could speak, that faint consciousness seemed to be extremely frightened and fled away from Lin Zhongtian's sea of ​​consciousness in a hurry.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest groaned, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Lin Zhongtian was very confused. How could this old Taoist be so easily frightened? He had just created this scene and hadn't done anything yet, but the other party was so frightened that he immediately cut off his consciousness and made him pass out.

Zhao Yian was also startled and hurried over to check on the old Taoist priest.

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

"He's fine, he was just frightened. After waking up, he was at most a little lethargic, but his life is not in danger."

Zhao Yian finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Lin Zhongtian's words.

At the same time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the mountain temple.

Lin Zhongtian turned his head and saw Zhao Lihe rushing in from outside. After entering the room, he saw the old Taoist priest lying unconscious on the ground with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but slap his forehead with his hand and looked at Lin Zhongtian helplessly.

“Brother…”

"Um?"

"You didn't hurt him?"

"Of course not."

"That's good." Zhao Lihe breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained, "This man's surname is Ma Zhenyi, and he is a Taoist master I invited. Some time ago, the White Lotus Sect in Shaanxi took advantage of the chaos to revive, and I sent troops to suppress it. After interrogation, I learned that they were looking for this Taoist priest Ma everywhere, and wanted to invite him to come out and serve as the leader of the White Lotus Sect."

"At first I thought he was a remnant of the White Lotus Sect, so I sent people to arrest him. But after much investigation, I found that he was just a well-known Taoist master, and he had no direct connection with the White Lotus Sect. The White Lotus Sect wanted to respect him as the leader just to use his name to strengthen their own momentum."

"Afterwards, my people found him at Yuanxu Temple in Qinling Mountains and invited him to Qijia Village..."

At this point, Zhao Lihe motioned Zhao Yian to leave, then approached Lin Zhongtian and whispered, "Brother, this man does have some magical means. He only met Bai Ying once and figured out her original fate. I was planning to bring him to see you tonight, but I didn't expect you to come to my house directly."

As he spoke, Zhao Lihe sighed helplessly.

Lin Zhongtian seemed to be thinking: "No wonder he was able to contact An'er, it turns out that he was an expert you invited. I was wondering when your base camp became so dilapidated that even an old Taoist priest could come in and out at will."

Zhao Lihe opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking when he was stopped by Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest on the ground and said calmly: "Since you have woken up, why don't you get up?"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, reluctantly got up from the ground, straightened his Taoist robe, and bowed solemnly.

"Master Zhenjun, I am blind and have offended you. I hope you will forgive me!"

"You are an old Taoist priest, you do have some skills."

Lin Zhongtian looked at him with interest and said.

The old Taoist priest gave a bitter smile and bowed: "Master, you are joking!"

Lin Zhongtian shook his head: "Don't be modest. In this Dharma Ending Age, it is really admirable that you can have such a high level of cultivation."

The old Taoist priest was delighted and thanked him immediately, "Your Majesty, your eyes are sharp. I am grateful for your kindness."

After saying that, the old Taoist turned and looked at Zhao Lihe with some hesitation on his face, as if he was quite curious and confused about his identity.

Lin Zhongtian explained: "He came from the same place as me in his previous life."

"It turns out to be a god descending to earth, a star reincarnated!"

The old Taoist priest suddenly understood and bowed to Zhao Lihe. He then said with emotion, "No wonder there are so many talented people in Qijia Village. It turns out that they are the stars who have come down to earth to reshape the Chinese world. Alas, it's another reincarnation!"

Lin Zhongtian smiled and said, "Since you know my true identity, are you willing to follow my brother to revive China?"

The old Taoist was slightly startled, and after pondering for a long time, his face straightened and he clasped his hands and said, "Since it is the order of the True Lord, how dare I disobey. However, I learned from Master Qiu that he emphasizes the dual cultivation of body and soul, and practices in seclusion. Once I enter this world, I am afraid..."

The old Taoist priest spoke hesitantly, obviously worried that entering the secular world would delay his own practice.

Lin Zhongtian smiled and shook his head: "You, you've been practicing Taoism so much that your brain has become rigid. Now that you've met a true immortal and are practicing the Great Dao, why bother to seek the ethereal and narrow paths? Isn't that giving up the near for the far?"

The old Taoist priest said ashamedly: "The Master is right."