Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

Chapter 24 24. Want to be a transplanted person

Brother Jiang was very satisfied with Song He's speech.

Lingye Sect has always been united as one, and the teachers within the sect have been cultivating a sense of belonging to the sect.With the strength of Lingye Sect, it is really easy to solve the so-called troubles of a single monk.

The husbands of Lingzhi are bored farming every day. Although they don't take the initiative to cause trouble, they actually hope that someone will take the initiative to provoke and have a just group fight.

But...it also depends on whose trouble it is.

It is different from person to person.

Even sects will be biased, and due to various considerations, the degree of contribution will vary.

Of course, people like Song He, who are "loved by destiny", have some privileges.

Since Song He said this, of course he would also say a few words.

Looking at Song He with approval in his eyes, he also comforted him:

"Just listen to your cousin. If someone really dares to bully the family of a disciple of my Lingye Sect, then our Lingye Sect will not sit idly by and ignore it."

It stands to reason that Song Lin should feel at ease if two people comforted him together, but seeing his expression, he didn't relax, instead he hesitated to speak.

Twitching, Song He felt a headache from watching.

He knew it wasn't that simple.

But Yingke Peak was crowded with people, and it was not a good place to talk about things, so he simply took him back to Cuihe Peak, back to his cave.

Considering that his "cousin" might be hungry from afar, Song He took him directly to the yard in front of the bamboo house.

After all, I have worked so hard for so long to prepare the meal, so it would be too wasteful not to eat it, right?

Because I didn't take care to turn off the switch of the "hot pot" when I went there, it was still gurgling white mist.

But the smell is very pungent.

Stimulates the appetite.

"Did you use the leaves of the red leaf tree for this pot? The smell is really exciting." Brother Jiang noticed the copper pot for the first time.

His tone was a little curious, and he took the initiative to step forward and take a look.

Very interested.

As someone who owns a restaurant at home, I don’t know how many generations he has. Of course, he doesn’t need to worry about his usual cultivation resources. His more hobbies are eating, eating and playing.

Although he had never eaten it, he could tell at a glance that it must taste good.

"Yes, this thing has something to do with my hometown."

Song He entertained several people to sit down and explained: "The climate in my hometown is cold. I remember my father once took me to a mortal tavern to rest.

The boss stewed a large pot full of various delicacies with chili and other condiments.The smell is pungent and the taste is irritating. At that time, I only felt sweaty after eating, which was quite refreshing.

It seems that even the cold wind and blizzard outside have calmed down. "

The reason why he said this was firstly to explain the origin of this hot pot, and secondly to let Song Lin relax a bit.

He didn't even make this up.

It really happened.

"Junior brother does know how to eat it. If the spiritual plant is only used for cultivation needs, it would indeed be a waste of natural resources."

Brother Jiang's tone was obviously more cordial than before, as if meeting a bosom friend.

Actively invited:

"Junior Brother, if you have time, we can talk more about Lingzhi."

"Senior brother, don't dislike your junior brother for disturbing you." Of course, Song He would not let go of this good opportunity.

It never hurts to have more friends.

"Don't bother, don't bother~"

They say food is the most comforting thing, and in such a safe environment, there is a big pot of hot food.

In addition, the monks present were not the kind of arrogant people.

Naturally, the atmosphere is extremely harmonious.

The relationship is obviously much closer.

finally,
A large table of dishes was completely eaten, and Senior Brother Jiang even had a few jars of spiritual wine brought to him at the last minute, which he drank heavily.

But except for Song Lin who was slightly drunk, the other three were all conscious.It was also under such circumstances that Song Lin finally revealed his intention for coming——

"Cousin, I want to become a monk!"

When he said this, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Song He full of longing and hope, hoping that Song He would nod his head.

Well...how should I put it, neither surprising nor unexpected.

The desire to become a monk and pursue the path of immortality is everyone's dream, especially those who have enjoyed such great power but cannot move forward.

If you don't get it, you won't ask for it naturally.

But if you get it... then you can't bear to be stuck here forever.

But Song He met his gaze, sighed softly, shook his head and said: "Cultivators need spiritual roots. If you have spiritual roots, I will definitely try my best to help you enter the sect to practice.

But... without spiritual roots, let alone me, even the powerful Nascent Soul Patriarchs should be helpless. "

He was not going to say anything like "I will try" or "I will do my best". This kind of thing was not what he, a monk who had not yet established a foundation, should think about.

Nor does it give him any unrealistic hopes.

Anyway, he didn't care much about the original owner's family. He just shouldered the cause and effect, so he would protect it within his ability.

"But I... I heard that there is a secret method in the Lingye Sect to make people become monks!" After hesitating again and again, Song Lin still said it.

"Huh? Where did you hear about it?" Brother Jiang's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

Song Lin, who was stared at by him, suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a giant beast.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

In fact, it's no wonder that senior brother Jiang reacted so strongly, because it's really not a good thing to say.

You must know that in the world of cultivation, even the children born by great powers are not [-]% possessed of spiritual roots. Even great powers who can easily destroy an area can only watch their offspring die of old age due to their lifespan.

Limited by the rules of heaven and earth, manpower is completely irresistible.

If Lingye Sect really had the ability to allow mortals to practice, then people would probably have come to their door long ago to intimidate and lure them.

But Song He remembered something, thoughtfully said:

"Senior brother, don't be anxious. I remember that when I went to Xiaole Peak to buy elixirs, I once saw a being called Zhiren in the elixir pavilion.

They obviously don't have spiritual roots, but they have the ability to refine Qi.I guess what he said should be this kind of existence. "

After hearing Song He's words, Senior Brother Jiang's expression turned pale.

"Oh, I also know this kind of planting people. They live with a special kind of spiritual plant, so they have the ability to refine Qi. But they can't move forward for a lifetime, and they are permanently trapped in the Qi refining period."

He deliberately emphasized the word "sleep to death" and glanced at Song Lin.

Then he stopped talking, picked up the wine glass, and drank.

"I'm willing to be trapped to death. Cousin, the tree I brought was asked by my father. He said that if one tree is not enough, he can think of more ways."

Song Lin gritted his teeth, stood up and knelt down towards Song He.

Kowtowing heavily, I could even hear the sound of the head touching the ground: "As long as you are willing to help me, it doesn't matter whether you are a cow or a horse. In this life and the next life, I will repay your kindness!"

Song He: "..."

Song, who had never been particularly worried about anything, couldn't help rubbing his temples with his hands on his forehead.

It turned out that co-authoring the tree was a deposit.

But in my impression, my uncle is also a very smart person. Why would he support his son's pursuit of immortality? Doesn't he not know that this road will never work?

For a moment, even Song He fell into deep thought.

He was considering whether to help his cousin, and besides, how many spirit stones would it take to become a Zhiren?
(End of this chapter)