Wang Lin walked slowly in the jungle, and sometimes there were small snakes wandering in the mud under his feet. He even saw some toads as big as fists jumping in the mud, as if he was enjoying the rain.

When he first came to the sea of ​​clouds, Wang Lin was very unfamiliar with everything. He didn't know where he was. Walking in the mud, Wang Lin gradually fell into deep thought while walking.

He traveled to avoid Tuosen, but with Tuosen's cultivation level, he was enough to break through the barriers of the two realms. At that time, it seemed that there was no place for him to hide in the starry sky of the world.

"Instead of escaping, it is better to gain a foothold in this sea of ​​clouds as soon as possible, and then think about the future after I have survived three losses and seven disasters..." Wang Lin looked at his legs below his waist, and his expression showed worries.

"The most important thing is to truly integrate into the monks who are in the sea of ​​clouds as the person in the sea of ​​clouds..." Wang Lin looked up and looked at the rain falling from the sky, just like the snow of the alliance, which could be merged with the sea of ​​clouds. This is what he had to do.

As he moved forward, his body gradually became low, his hair gradually turned black, and his appearance also changed slightly. His whole body looked even more ordinary, like a down-and-out scholar, gradually walking out of the jungle in the rain.

The rainy season in the Morro continent often lasts for several months until the earth is completely wet, until the cracks of people's bones will feel sour and numb, and even the whole body will feel a faint smell of rust, so the rain will stop.

Whether it is a mortal or a mortal, the monks on Morrow have long been accustomed to the continuous rain. Most monks choose to retreat during this rainy season, or walk out of the Morrow continent and look for ferocious beasts to hunt in the starry sky. However, during this rainy season, almost all the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, the only cultivation sect in the Morrow continent, emerged in the rain, turning into long rainbows, and galloped towards the north of the Morrow continent.

The long rainbow is always empty, as if it separates the rainwater from a road. If you look up from the ground, you will naturally see the grand scene like a meteor.

As for mortals, when the rainy season comes, they often enjoy the warmth in the room next to the fire at home, and sometimes they look at the rain and fog outside the window, but in the plain, there is warmth.

Beishui Village is just like her name, located less than a thousand miles outside the Bingu jungle in the northern part of the Morro Continent. People in the village often make a living by plowing fields, and there are also hunters composed of villagers to hunt around the Bingu jungle.

During the rainy season, it is also the time when water clams appear. For mortals in the Morro continent, water clams are a food with extremely delicious taste. In big cities, the prices are often high, but the supply is still in short supply.

During every rainy season, the villagers of Beishui Village will organize experienced people to go outside the Bingu jungle to catch water clams. During the months of rainy season, generally speaking, these villagers will come and go four or five times. Every time they come back, they will carry large sacks, all of which are still alive.

Similarly, when these villagers who caught the water clams returned to the village, their families would wear straw raincoats, and some children even followed behind, looking excitedly at their father, brother, uncle or grandfather, and bringing bags of water clams back. At this time, these children would be very happy.

But this time, among the villagers who returned from the Bingu jungle in Beishui Village, in addition to bringing back bags of water clams, he also brought back a person. This was a very ordinary young man, slightly thin, and seemed to be unable to withstand the chill in the rain. On him, he was wearing a straw raincoat given by the villagers, standing there silently, with a strange expression in his eyes, as if he was feeling and as if he was reminiscent, looking quietly at the village in the rain in front of him.

"Brother Zeng, this is our Beishui Village. You can stay here for a while. When the rainy season passes, the mountain roads will be opened. You can go to Chuncheng along the mountain road." A big man in a straw raincoat handed the sack in his hand to the person next to him and smiled at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin smiled and thanked him with a fist.

The big man waved his hand and smiled, "We haven't been to a private school and don't know any etiquette. But since we meet on the road, we're just friends. Brother Zeng, don't be polite. It's raining heavily, go to the house. My goddamn, tidy up the back house and let Brother Zeng move in."

A woman in a straw raincoat next to the man looked at Wang Lin, with a smile on her face. Without asking about the origin of the young man in front of her, she hurriedly walked a few steps back home, tidied up the back room, and brought clean bedding.

This man has great prestige in the village. At night, many neighbors came to his home and naturally started drinking in the bustle. Wang Lin sat aside, holding a wine bowl in his hand, drinking while smiling at the mortals in front of him, and his heart was calm and peaceful.

After drinking for thirty years, these men laughed loudly. One of the middle-aged men in their forties stood up and came to Wang Lin with a bowl of wine. He smiled silly: "Brother Zeng, our third brother said that if it weren't for you, he wouldn't be able to survive after being bitten by the poisonous snake. The old man wouldn't forget his life-saving grace!" He said, drinking all the whole bowl of wine in one gulp.

Wang Lin smiled on his face, picked up the wine jar that had not yet been poured into the bowl, put it on his mouth and slurped it hard, rubbed his left hand at the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "This wine is not strong enough."

The men around him lit up their eyes and cheered in unison. The master here, the man who made Wang Lin live in the back room, smiled and said, "Wife, go and bring the three pots of Beishui wine left by the old man back then, so that Brother Zeng will know that there are strong wines in our Beishui Village!"

The man's wife shook her head and smiled. She went to the inner room. Two sons and nephews followed her. Soon after, she took out three jars of wine and put them aside.

Time passed slowly, and a month passed in a flash. Although the rainy season has not ended yet, it has become much smaller. Even for a short while every day, the sky will clear up briefly and the rain will stop.

In this village, Wang Lin is very popular. Everyone seems to have accepted this neighbor who is usually very quiet but generous when drinking, and even accepted his identity as a doctor. Many elderly people in the village, as well as those villagers with chronic diseases, have witnessed Wang Lin's medical skills one by one.

They even accepted the exquisite wood carvings and learned about the identity of a carpenter outside of Wang Lin's doctor.

If time goes by and forgets Tuosen's crisis, forgets the life and death in the practice of Taoism, and forgets the intrigues in life, then this kind of life is very much anticipated by Wang Lin.

He likes such peace and the peaceful atmosphere of the village. However, Wang Lin understands that such a life will soon disappear like a short sunny day in the rainy season.

The monks of Guiyuan Sect came to the north of the Moro Continent one after another. After searching again and again, they picked out qualified mortals, including young people and middle-aged people. As for the white-haired old people, they also looked for them, but they did not have qualified ones. Even if there were, at that age, they would obviously not have any results until they died.

On this day, a monk also came in Beishui Village. This monk seemed to be less than twenty years old, but his cultivation had already established a foundation. At his age, such cultivation was enough to become a leader among the younger generation.

The monk's attitude was cold. After coming to Beishui Village, the villagers were immediately frightened. They all walked out of the room and trembled in the rain. No mortals living in the Moro Continent did not know the monks, and they even understood that if the monk in front of them was angry, even if they were all over them, it would be a matter of a moment.

Zhao Yu frowned and looked at all the mortals in the small village ahead. The rain bounced three inches above him, keeping his clothes clean all the time.

However, the villagers in front of him were in the rain, letting the rain wet their clothes, and a biting cold air came from the body. Adults were better, but the children were trembling very hard at this moment, hugging their parents beside them tightly.

They were already here and stood for almost a stick of incense, but the monk ahead had no words.

"Good... Immortal, the rain is cold, and the children are weak, so I'm afraid I can't stand it, otherwise..." The man who took Wang Lin in front said tremblingly at this moment. The little daughter beside him was already cold and pale.

But before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yu's eyes flashed with cold light, which made the Han's words swallow.

With a cold snorting, Zhao Yu said coldly: "Xiao Xiaoxiaohan can't stand it, how can he become a monk?" His cold snorting contained a trace of cultivation, making the villagers ahead echo like thunder in their ears, and their faces turned pale.

Wang Lin stood in the crowd with a gloomy expression. He raised his foot and walked out of the crowd and walked towards Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu was stunned and was about to scold him, but immediately his eyes showed confusion. His eyes moved away from Wang Lin and landed on the villagers. He said calmly: "You all are back."

The villagers were stunned for a moment, but soon they held their children and quickly returned to the room. They did not notice that when they dissipated, Wang Lin's right hand waved casually, and an invisible heat flowed into the body of every villager, driving away all the chills in their bodies.

On a rainy night, Wang Lin walked in front, and Zhao Yu followed behind, no longer looking confused, but he seemed to have lost his soul.

The Guiyuan Sect's operation lasted for nearly a month. A total of thirty-one mortals were taken away in the northern part of Morro, seventeen of which were teenagers and the remaining young people. These people were sent to the Guiyuan Sect's mountain gate in the eastern part of Morro, and lived in the basin of the crater.
Chapter completed!