Zombie Evil Emperor

The leader of Baiyun Temple, Lin Wuhen, is a middle-aged man with an elegant face who looks to be in his mid-thirties.

Of course, this is just his appearance. In fact, Lin Wuhen is over a hundred years old.

Yang Tian had seen this temple owner from a distance several times. But this is the first time we are sitting at the same table like this.

After all, this is Lin Xin's father, his future father-in-law. Yang Tian looked calm and composed at the dinner table, but he was still a little nervous in his heart.

Although the father-in-law in this world would not ask for a car or a house from his son-in-law, nor would he ask for a sky-high price as a betrothal gift. However, if you look down on yourself, it will be even more difficult.

Looking at the expressionless spectator opposite, Yang Tian wondered in his heart, what if this person who wanted to beat the mandarin ducks disagreed?

Then he...

He could only elope with Lin Xin for a few years, and then come back and bring some grandchildren to the man in front of him.

Fortunately, Lin Wuhen across from him couldn't read minds. If he knew what the young man across from him thought like this, he would definitely overturn the table and beat the young man across from him half to death.

While Yang Tian was looking at the face of his future father-in-law, Lin Wuhen was also looking at the young man in front of him who was likely to become his future son-in-law.

When he learned that his daughter was interested in someone, Lin Wuhen, as a father, couldn't explain how he felt. He felt as if the flower he had worked so hard to take care of was suddenly eaten by a cow in one bite. , that hurts.

Thinking of this, Lin Wuhen's expressionless face suddenly darkened, and he decided to give the young man opposite him a show of strength. An invisible and formless foundation-building pressure slowly moved towards the young man opposite him.

boom!

At the same time, Yang Tian's shoulders suddenly sank, as if two hundred-pound sacks suddenly appeared on his shoulders.

Then, the two hundred-pound sacks gradually gained weight, and finally they were like two invisible mountains pressing on his shoulders, needing to crush him and flatten him.

This was so sudden that Yang Tian almost fell down on the table as he was caught off guard.

No need to guess, everyone knows who did it.

There were five people at the wine table, including him and Lin Xin, Lin Xin's parents, and Lin Wuhen's senior brother.

That is, when Yang Tian went to Wangui Cave for the first time a few years ago, the old man named Ji was on duty there.

Lin Xin was smiling all over her face as she put vegetables in his bowl. It couldn't be that she had taken action against him, or that she wanted to take action. Firstly, there was no reason. Secondly, she was not in the foundation-building stage and could not properly build up the pressure.

Lin Xin's mother had a kind face. When he saw the future mother-in-law, Yang Tian knew that Lin Xin's personality was similar to her mother's, and it was impossible for her to do something secretly.

As for the elder, he is an old drunkard with a bad temper and a tough temper. Yang Tian often goes to Wangui Cave in the past two years, and every time he brings him a few bottles of good old wine. He mixes it very well with him. He knew very well that as long as he had good wine, he wouldn't care about anything. At this moment, he was busy pouring one glass after another of wine into his mouth, and he had no time to pay attention to himself.

The only person who could suddenly attack him was his future father-in-law, who was sitting across from him with a stern face.

Now the pressure on Yang Tian's shoulders is getting bigger and bigger. If it weren't for his physical strength, which is beyond ordinary people, and his gritted teeth and persistence, other monks in the Qi training period would have been lying on the table at this time.

Although he was under such pressure, Yang Tian still had a faint smile on his face, calm and composed, as if nothing happened.

But the more he behaved like this, the more unhappy Lin Wuhen, who was sitting across from him, felt, and the pressure he unleashed unknowingly became greater and greater.

In this way, a silent contest began between the future father-in-law and son-in-law.

As time goes by, Yang Tian, ​​who is under pressure, gradually has a layer of sweat on his forehead. Before, he could eat food and answer a few words to Lin Xin's mother. Now he puts his hands on the table, trembling slightly. With.

His change attracted the attention of Elder Ji and Lin Xin's mother. As for Lin Xin, she didn't notice anything. She continued to eat by herself and put delicious food in her lover's bowl.

The old drunkard Elder Cui noticed it, but pretended not to notice it, as if your husband-in-law's matter had nothing to do with me, and he should eat and drink as he should.

It is said that the mother-in-law feels sorry for her son-in-law, and it is indeed true. Lin Xin's mother pinched her husband under the table and scolded him: "You are so old, and you are still fighting with your children. Isn't it a shame?"

Hearing what his wife said, Lin Wuhen blushed and put away his pressure.

Immediately he looked at Yang Tian, ​​with a straight face, and asked: "If you marry Xin'er, and I will pass on the position of temple master to you in the future, how can you make Baiyun Temple more prosperous?"

Yang Tian was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that his future father-in-law would directly ask such a question. Was he testing his ambition? Still in...

Just when Yang Tian was thinking about whether to flatter him first and get over the problem in a careless manner, Lin Wuhen's words directly killed this idea in his heart.

"What I want to hear is the truth!"

Lin Wuhen looked serious, he was not testing.

You must know that with his daughter Lin Xin's spiritual root qualifications, her future achievements are destined to be extraordinary, and she has great hope of becoming a Golden Core monk.

However, Lin Xin's character is as gentle and kind as her mother. No matter how high her cultivation level is, she is not suitable to run a sect. Instead, she can be a deterrent to the surrounding forces.

Lin Wuhen has long had the idea of ​​passing on the position of Temple Master to his future son-in-law after he passes away in the future. His son-in-law can have poor aptitude for cultivating immortals, or he can have an ordinary appearance, but he must not lack decisive and arbitrary ideas. and courage.

Because, despite his poor aptitude for cultivating immortals, Lin Wuhen could use his power and status to make him reach the foundation-building stage. As for his ugly appearance, it didn't matter as long as his daughter liked it.

If Yang Tian's answer dissatisfied him, he might not beat the mandarin ducks, but the position of the temple master would never be passed on to Yang Tian.

At this time, Lin Wuhen felt somewhat regretful. He regretted that he had not kept an eye on his daughter and allowed her heart to be stolen easily. Otherwise, he would have personally found a son-in-law for his daughter.

Yang Tian fell into deep thought. In the past few years, he often went to the library to read books. He knew that the immortal cultivators in this world valued the sect's inheritance very much, and many of them even sacrificed themselves to preserve the sect's inheritance.

Yang Tian didn't quite understand the concept of people in the world of immortality, because he had seen many records in the library. Those records were stupid in his eyes, but in the eyes of people in this world, they were indeed the supreme glory. .

Although I don’t really understand the thoughts and concepts of people in this world, nor do I understand how to make a sect more prosperous.

However, Yang Tian has seen the shortcomings of Baiyun Temple's system in the past few years. As long as these shortcomings are removed or turned into advantages, it will not help the sect prosper.

After a long time, Yang Tian slowly opened his mouth and expressed his opinions and thoughts.