Chapter 64 Even if the Taoist is reborn, you will not be able to define it.
The group captured the tiger demon and returned to the village. Yan Qing and Mo Lin didn't know why the junior master denied that she had set up the formation herself. All the way they were looking at the young man who was playing with a folding fan and smiling with his eyes lowered.
The fan that looked like it would freeze your hands took on a strange, iron-colored look in the snow. It didn't look like a folding fan, but rather a heavy killing weapon.
But they had seen Lin Du unfolding a fan before. The fan was shining brightly and had an image of ice and snow on it. However, they had never expected that the fan would become dim if it was not opened.
Lin Du was playing with the fan casually. The short straight piece of iron spun in the air, and the fan fell steadily into his open palm as if it had eyes.
She seemed nonchalant, but in fact she had already gone through all the details in her mind.
It is true that the cow was eaten by the tiger, but humans are not necessarily eaten by the tiger monster. The cub was too small and its hunting skills were limited, and there was blood and flesh splattering at the scene.
It looks like... someone deliberately crushed it.
This game is too crudely done. Is this too much of an underestimation of the intelligence of the disciples of the Supreme Sect?
"Fellow Daoist Shao, was your injured fellow disciple also injured by a monster?" Lin Du suddenly spoke.
Shao Fei was startled, and looked at the young man in a straw robe who was surrounded by the crowd, "Yes."
Lin Du tapped his chin with the handle of his fan and said, "Then let Tian Wu go and show that fellow Taoist a look."
Without waiting for Shao Fei to speak, she continued, "Daoyou, you don't have to refuse. In our Supreme Sect's territory, we have to fix the broken legs of passing ants before they leave. Don't you agree, Master Nephew?"
She tilted her head and glanced at Mo Lin with a smile.
Mo Lin, who was originally thinking about what kind of magical treasure Junior Master's fan was, straightened his back instantly, "Junior Master is right!"
Shao Fei sneered, "That's great, but my fellow disciple is shy and has a strange temper. He doesn't look very good after being injured, and he is afraid of seeing a doctor..."
"That's fine. At worst, we can treat him after he faints," Lin Du said with a bandit smile. "Your health is more important. We have to act quickly."
Shao Fei: What do you mean by emergency measures? Even if the Taoist master is reborn, he can’t define it like you.
She gave a fake smile, "Fellow Daoist Lin is really good at making jokes."
Lin Du had a faint smile on his face and met her gaze through Mo Lin Yuan Ye. "I never joke."
"Yes, our junior uncle never jokes." Yuan Ye added, "This is the style of our sect. We seek truth from facts."
After all, she said to crush the skull, so she crushed the skull.
Shao Fei was completely speechless.
Are all the disciples of the Supreme Sect somewhat abnormal?
Ni Jinxuan was in the village chief's main hall. She was sweet and easy-going, and it was easy for her to get along with the villagers. When she saw someone opening the door curtain, she immediately stood up and called out with a smile, "Little Master, you are here?"
Yuan Ye was still holding the curtain open, waiting for his junior uncle to come in first.
Lin Du's body became colder and colder as he walked through the door. Seeing the smiling faces inside, he slightly dispersed the murderous aura that he had been holding back all the way, mobilized his spiritual power to dispel the coldness on his body, and then stepped into the door.
"How's the mother?"
Ni Jinxuan said, "Second Senior Sister gave her some tranquilizing soup."
"Have you asked?" Village chief Lin Duchong nodded, took out a gold bag from his waist, grabbed a handful of orange candies and gave them to the child who was leaning against Jinxuan.
"Junior Master asked me to ask, so of course I have asked," Ni Jinxuan wanted to report, but Lin Du raised his hand and made a gesture to stop her.
Shao Fei said gently, "This is a bit inhumane. It just happened. Letting the mother recall it like this would be like stabbing her in the heart. Why not let the mother rest first?"
The village chief was about to say that there was nothing that could be done about it when the young master who was clearly the leader spoke up, "You're right."
"I can't tell what realm you are in, Brother Shao. I'd like to ask, what realm is it? The tiger demon ran away when it saw you. It must be at a very high level, right?"
Xia Tianwu happened to come out from the inner room and said softly, "She has fallen asleep after drinking the tranquilizing soup. I think she will be more stable after waking up. I will leave a few more packets of medicine for her. Please go back and take care of her, Aunt Li."
Mo Lin took the medicine pot and soup bowl from her hand and asked, "Junior sister, did you prepare the medicine yourself?"
Is this cooked okay?
Xia Tianwu used his telepathic consciousness to transmit: "I'm not the kind of person who would ruin a pot of medicine."
"But last time you cooked a pot of burnt cake for your junior uncle." Mo Lin sent it back.
"I wanted to try using my strange fire at that time, this time it's normal fire!"
Shao Fei's gaze moved back and forth between the two young men. The cold and lonely woman was also dressed in white, but the fabric was of excellent quality, with intricate dark patterns carved on it. The red plum blossoms on the collar and cuffs stood out from the cold. At this moment, when she looked at Mo Lin, her serious face also showed a fluctuation. The two looked at each other, with inexplicable emotions in their eyes.
She couldn't help but speak to divert everyone's attention.
"I am not like you. I was originally cut off from the meridians. Fortunately, I inherited the power of a dragon when I was in southern Yunnan. So now I can use this dragon to cultivate, but I have not reached a specific realm."
"But I believe that this is an opportunity given to me by God. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and repay Daoist Fellow Mo Lin for saving my life."
"No need, I didn't save you." Mo Lin noticed the reason, "I really didn't save you."
You can't just save a beauty on the street. Who knows how she will be repaid? My junior uncle said that great favors lead to great revenge.
[Host, you are asking even though you already know the answer. I didn't give you the script? ]
"You're asking questions even though you already know the answer. I'm asking questions without any shame."
【? Did you use the wrong word? 】
"That's not the case." Lin Du held the handle of the fan and tapped his chin unconsciously with the top of the fan. He glanced at Xia Tianwu and saw that she was indeed frowning slightly.
"It turns out to be Master Gu." Xia Tianwu's eyelashes trembled slightly and he looked at Mo Lin again.
Mo Lin raised his hand and scratched his head innocently, "We in the Supreme Sect really don't have this, I don't understand."
Master Gu's sect is a real side sect, not even a Taoist sect, and there are only legends about it in the outside world. This thing has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is no book that records the truth in detail.
“There are 3,600 side sects in Taoism, and there are also people who have achieved enlightenment among them. As long as you have a righteous heart and a solid foundation, you will surely succeed if Heaven calls on you to do so.” Lin Du stood behind Ni Jinxuan with a smile on his face.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Ni Jinxuan felt that Junior Master Uncle emphasized the word "righteousness" very strongly.
"Little Master is right." Ni Jinxuan tilted her head to look at Shao Fei, "Daoyou, would you like to sit down?"
"No hurry, Tianwu, come with me to visit the Taoist friend from Feixing Sect. It is said that he was injured by a monster and stayed here. Out of morality, we should also go to diagnose and treat him. Otherwise, what will we do if we can't treat him in time with the heavy snow blocking the mountain?"
Lin Du said this and pressed Ni Jinxuan's shoulder.
Ni Jinxuan understood and used her spiritual consciousness to transmit a message to Lin Du, "The village chief said that these two people came here to stay the night, and then the cow was eaten at night. Fellow Daoist Shao said that the monster might be at a higher level, and she couldn't handle it alone with her low ability. The village chief said that this is the territory of the Supreme Sect and is under the protection of the Supreme Sect. If something happens again, notify the Supreme Sect so that she doesn't have to bear the responsibility."
"But Daoist Shao said that it would be better to call them earlier. The monster's footprints were very large, so it must be at a very high level. Eating a cow might not be enough to fill its appetite. If it sees blood and turns its attention to humans, that would be bad. The village chief thought it made sense, so he notified our sect. Before we came, everyone stayed at home and didn't dare to come out. Suddenly, we heard a shout, and then Daoist Shao said to go out and take a look."
"What happened next was similar to what the village chief said. Fellow Daoist Shao chased the monster away, but he was a step too late. The child had already been eaten. The man of this family ventured into the mountains in the autumn to store food for the winter and fell to his death. Because there were no men to hunt, the widow and orphan had a hard time making a living in the winter. The mother went out to exchange two eggs for the child to eat something good."
After listening to this, Lin Du suddenly understood why that family didn't put up the talisman.
Because the Supreme Sect distributes talismans in Dingjiu City around October every year according to the registered farmers' information. The child is still young and it is difficult for the mother to leave to take care of him. Moreover, they are all ordinary people and can only maintain their livelihoods by being self-sufficient. They do not have any other means of transportation, and it is impossible for them to walk more than 20 miles into the city.
October was around the time the man in their family died.
The mother was probably too late or simply didn't have the heart to think about it.
The rope picks out the smallest details, and misfortune picks out the unfortunate.
She gripped the fan handle with a little force, thinking that one must not be forgiven for the evil one has done.
This matter is not over yet.