Chapter 50 [Master Lin’s Favor Is Not Over Yet] As the reincarnation of the Hades and the true master of the underworld, Duan De can be called the supreme master of tomb robbing. He has reached a realm where his skills are comparable to those of nature, and his sensitivity to tombs can be described as instinctive. If no one reminded him, he would still be in a daze and deceived by the methods of the great emperor Wan Qing. But with Lin Xian's reminder, the tomb-robbing master's instinct was activated, and Duan De instantly realized that something was wrong. "Wulian Fucking Heavenly Venerable, there is a problem, definitely a big problem, one yang and one yin, holding on to Tai Chi..." Duan De flew around in the sky, extremely excited, muttering non-stop, and his hands moved quickly, forming seals with his five fingers, leaving a trail of afterimages, exploring the feng shui and searching for the tomb. Duan De was working on top while Lin Xian was training Ye Fan on the bottom. He has some tricks. Before, when he was pulling the coffin with nine dragons, Ye Fan had not yet started practicing and had not opened up the sea of suffering. Although he had a university degree, he was illiterate on the road of practice. He could not understand the scriptures and it was difficult to teach magic. Although Ye Fan’s realm is not high now, he is a serious cultivator and his ability to withstand has increased a lot. "Ye Fan, how long have you been in Beidou?" Lin Xian asked "There is no time in the mountains. I only remember the blooming and falling of flowers, and the ripening of wild fruits." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "It should be a year."
"I have been practicing for a year. I have made some progress in the sea of suffering. It is time to practice some divine arts." Lin Xian said slowly, and his divine consciousness appeared: "Although you are an ancient holy body, your physical body is invincible, you are more than enough to protect yourself, but not enough to attack. Come forward, I will teach you a few tricks." Ye Fan was stunned, and answered subconsciously: "Can you achieve immortality like this?" Lin Xian was stunned when he heard this, then burst into laughter and said jokingly, "It's like trying to catch the moon in the water. The moon is in the sky, and there is a shadow in the water. Although you can see it, there is no place to catch it, so it will end up in vain." Ye Fan's delicate face turned red, and he realized what stupid things he had said. "Come, come, come." Lin Xian waved her hand and patted Ye Fan on the head three times. His spiritual consciousness was connected to the Sea of Bitterness. He imprinted all the knowledge about the origin of the Qi body, the meditation mantra, the Five Thunders Method, etc. onto it, especially the skill of summoning spirits and sending generals, which he focused on teaching. "Tianshi...I can't hold any more!" "Don't talk, digest it quickly." Ye Fan practiced the mysterious method of "Tao Te Ching". From his golden sea of suffering, golden threads overflowed and flowed to all parts of his body, nourishing his flesh, blood, internal organs and bones, making him feel full of strength. The bronze block flew into the golden sea of suffering as big as a soybean, like a bright moon hanging in the darkness. It was in the center and actually pushed the golden book of Taoist scriptures aside. The golden book shone with brilliance, the copper blocks intertwined with the rhythm of Taoism, the Bodhi seed in his arms moved gently, and Ye Fan suddenly had a flash of enlightenment, and understood the magical powers and spells one by one. His strength increased to a degree visible to the naked eye. When he opened his eyes again, looking at the smiling Lin Xian, Ye Fan's heart warmed. Since coming to Beidou, most of his experiences were intrigues and deceptions, with little care. There are only a few true relatives and friends. Ye Fan clasped his fists in gratitude and said, "Thank you, Master Lin, for the gift." "It doesn't matter. It would be a waste if I kept all this Taoist skills." Lin Xian sighed softly, but did not say anything else. He just shook his head, with three parts of bitterness and seven parts of helplessness appearing in his clear eyes. Ye Fan was shocked and asked in confusion: "Why did Master Lin say that?" "I was originally a mortal, but I occasionally glimpsed a few pages of the incomplete scriptures, and luckily embarked on the path of cultivation. I thought that by coming to Beidou, I could continue my broken path." Lin Xian sat cross-legged on a piece of blue stone, looking melancholy, and sighed: "But when I arrived at Beidou, I realized that the sky is high and the road is long, and there are countless disasters. The road is like the sky, the realm is high, there are countless geniuses in the world, and I am just an ordinary person." "How far can you go if you are lucky enough to enter the palace of cultivation? Not to mention your physique, you don't even have a volume of the Emperor's Scripture, so how can you talk about enlightenment?" "Ye Fan, you have an ancient holy body. Although cultivation is difficult, you still have a glimmer of hope and hope to achieve enlightenment, unlike me who is doing nothing."
"Climb the road to heaven, sing and walk, cover the sky with a snap of your fingers, there are so many beautiful sights in this world, please go and see them for me." Lin Xian stood up and walked slowly, watching the sunset, leaving Ye Fan with only a lonely figure. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and there were some crystal tears in the corners of his eyes. "Master Lin..." Ye Fan was speechless. Recalling the support that Lin Xian had given them along the way, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. If he ignored Lin Xian now, he would be doomed to feel guilty for the rest of his life and would slap himself in the face every time he woke up in the middle of the night. "Host, doesn't your conscience hurt?" At this moment, even System 10086 couldn't stand it anymore and condemned him, "Be a decent person." "Sincerity is a killer skill. I'm just telling the truth. Is there anything wrong with that?" Lin Xian looked innocent. What he said was all true, and the rest was all Ye Fan's imagination. No matter how precious the scriptures and sacred objects are, they are not as precious as people. One’s family and friends are the most important. I don’t know if it is the blood inheritance of the ancient holy body or the genetic inheritance of the ancient great holy body. Ye Fan has perseverance and determination, as well as a strong sense of responsibility. If he didn't even save his benefactor, how could he still be a human being? Ye Fan's eyes became firm in an instant, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Lin, wait a minute, I have a complete page of the Taoist scripture." "That sutra is in my sea of suffering and cannot be borrowed. If Master Lin wants to read it, you can use your spiritual consciousness to observe my sea of suffering." "The sea of suffering is the foundation of human life." Lin Xian shook his head and said righteously, "How could I, Lin Xian, be the kind of villain who would pry into other people's secrets?" “I can’t trust others, but if Master Lin wants to kill me, I don’t know how many times I have died.” Ye Fan said sincerely. In his eyes, Master Lin has always been unfathomable. If they wanted to take action, they should have killed people and taken the treasure when the Nine Dragons were pulling the coffin. Why delay until now? Ye Fan is not stupid, he keenly perceives some essential things. Lin Xian had no ill will towards him and had done him a favor. This was the fundamental reason why he felt at ease. “No, no.” Lin Xian displayed the spirit of refusing red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. After three refusals, she finally agreed to enter Ye Fan’s sea of suffering. "Host, you seem like a scumbag." System 10086 complained. He had only seen this kind of gameplay on the girls' channel next door. This routine seemed familiar. Master Lin’s kindness is not over yet, and the kindness of Lin Xian is compounded, and he is really relying on Ye Fan to take advantage of it. "No matter if it's the male or female channel, it's a good comment if you can get some benefits from it." Lin Xian smiled slightly, and her spiritual consciousness probed into Ye Fan's sea of suffering. Ye Fan's tiger body shook, and his ancient holy body instinctively rejected everything. However, under the master's deliberate restraint, there was no spiritual consciousness directed against Lin Xian. The golden blood roared like a rushing river, as if questioning Ye Fan: "I am ready to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first?" (End of this chapter)