Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 167: Hit or miss

"I'm a genius." Lin Jian explained as a matter of course.

It's actually the God's Lock...

All mental attacks were unable to penetrate the Divine Chain's defenses. It had to be said that a single spell flowing from Haruyuki-sama's fingers was enough to benefit Lin Jian endlessly.

The first time he encountered the gaze, Lin Jian noticed that the God's Chain fell immediately.

This is a large-scale mental attack technique, and it is not performed in real time by anyone, but is a triggering mechanism in this place.

This is a magic circle, some kind of super-large magic circle cast by all believers together!
But this magic circle... I have never heard of it.

The faith of believers is enough to turn into real attacks.

"Is this the Buddhist method?"

"But why are they both okay?" The other three disciples following behind the leading disciple of Baicao Valley looked at the National Master and Chunxue curiously.

The Imperial Master raised his head proudly and straightened his clothes, "I am a distinguished guest of the Mingguang Temple. They dare not do anything to me!"

"He was put on the whitelist." Lin Jian explained for him.

"But what about her?"

Facing the doubts from the Baicao Valley disciples, Chunxue twisted her lips and tried to show off.

He was intercepted by Lin Jian in advance: "She is not human."

Haruyuki: “?”

"She's different from us." Lin Jian explained without changing his expression, "She's not an ordinary person."

"Oh?" The Baicao Valley disciple said with awe, "That's..."

"He is an extraordinary mortal."

The Baicao Valley disciples felt a deep sense of suffocation...

Aren’t they just ordinary people?
Yes, we are all monks, and only monks can fly.

As an ordinary person, she certainly cannot trigger this anti-monk mechanism.

Reasonable!

"So we really have to line up?" The national teacher asked, looking at Lin Jian.

He can go up by himself, but there is no point in him going up by himself.

He has been to Minguang Temple many times. If he could see anything, he would have seen it long ago. Why wait until today?

"Who would queue up if they were serious?" Lin Jian rolled his eyes. "Are you queuing?"

The Imperial Master shook his head, "I won't."

"I won't queue either." Lin Jian took the lead and walked towards the mountain path that the sweeper had taken them through yesterday.

The enemy's back door can be reached by the invaders or me.

As we walked along the mountain path, the spring snow jumped and danced like a cheerful and lively little deer, humming an unknown song.

If he hadn't been preoccupied with something, the Imperial Master would have felt like everyone was out for a spring outing.

"Didn't you tell her what we were doing here?"

"She knows..."

"You're still so happy after knowing this?" The Imperial Master pointed to his forehead. "Is she having trouble with this part?"

Everyone is going to investigate the possible enemy base. If they find out something, it is still unknown whether they can escape safely.

Just by looking at the large formation set up at the foot of the mountain, you can tell that the old monks have already made plans and preparations for various situations.

In this situation, even he, a Jindan stage cultivator, was nervous, let alone an ordinary person.

If a fight breaks out, they’ll be swept away by the aftermath in seconds, right?

How can he be so silly and happy in this situation? How careless is he?

"Even if you are not good at it, she will be good at it." Lin Jian pouted. Who is he arguing with?

If something really goes wrong that is difficult to control, you will know who is the real boss.

"And she's happy because of you."

In other words, all those who are fighting for this world, including the National Master and the disciples of Baicao Valley!

"What the hell?" The Imperial Master shuddered at the words and looked at Lin Jian with suspicion. "Brother, I'm already old, so don't joke with me like that. I don't like it."

"Nima!"

The Imperial Master quickly made up for his words, "Speaking of which, I'm puzzled. You're such a young and promising talent. I don't believe there aren't any female cultivators of your generation who admire you. Why do you have to keep a mortal like this with you all day long?"

"I'm happy to!" Lin Jian raised his head and strode forward. Looking at the two young men and women walking through the woods, the Imperial Master pressed his eyes.

'It's just like love!'

……

The novice monk guarding the mountain does not believe in love.

"Stop!" he said.

Looking at the two unfamiliar faces, Lin Jian and Haruyuki following behind him, the novice monk held his staff with a look of vigilance. "Who are you?! Who told you to go up the mountain from here? Believers who want to burn incense and make wishes should go ahead. No one else is allowed to enter or leave here!"

"No." Lin Jian was anxious. "I was here yesterday. Have you forgotten?"

The young monk glared at him, "Yesterday I turned a blind eye to your request because I was sweeping the floor, but why are you still here today?"

"..."

"Get out of the way." The Imperial Master pushed Lin Jian aside and strode forward, "Let me do it!"

"Boy, do you know me?"

The young monk stared at the Imperial Master for a long time before asking tentatively, "Imperial Master?"

"just……"

"What old bastard dares to pretend to be the Imperial Master?"

The novice monk sneered, almost poking the Imperial Master in the face with his stick. "How honorable is the Imperial Master? When has he ever come here so stealthily as you? If you were truly the Imperial Master, you could have just flown in through the main gate! Why would you have to sneak through me?"

"I am truly the Imperial Master!"

"Why would I care about you?" The little monk pounded his stick. "The Imperial Master is really going through the front door, so this place is blocked!"

"Nima!"

The imperial teacher became anxious.

If he could really go through the front door, why would he be here arguing with a little thing like you?

What should you say when the old monk asks?
"I stroll?"

You can say it, but can others believe it?

Moreover, by then all the monks in the courtyard would be staring at me. How could I still please Lin Jian, who came with me?

No!

"Why don't we kill him?" The Imperial Master turned his head and looked towards the forest, a dark look in his eyes.

"Isn't that necessary?" Lin Jian shook his head. What if the old monk was simply trying to contribute to the spiritual world?

After several contacts, Lin Jian felt that the old monk was a nice person, at least he didn't seem to be pretending to be nice.

What if there really is something hidden in it? Wouldn’t that offend people to death?

Besides, this is on someone else's territory. If anything is revealed, I'm afraid we will really have to ask the Sword Immortal to take action.

Just as I was hesitating, a voice came from behind me, "Huh? Let me see who's here? Why are they all standing here?"

Lin Jian looked back, as if he saw a savior, "Sweeper?!"

The sweeper frowned, "Hmm?"

Outside you can call me sweeper, but here what should you call me?
Lin Jianfu was moved and bowed his head, "Sweeping Immortal!"

"Hey~" The sweeper looked at the Imperial Master again and asked, "Huh? Isn't this our Imperial Master? Why is he standing there and not going in? Doesn't he like going in?"

The Imperial Master felt humiliated and turned his head away, "What do you care?"

"Well, if you beg me, I'll take you in."

The Imperial Master didn't want that. "Humph!"

Knowing that these high-ranking figures wouldn't be so servile, the sweeper, who just wanted to have a good time, sneered and said, "Then let me ask you, am I right?"

"Zhongle, Zhongle." Lin Jian responded from the side.

"I want him to say it." The sweeper curled his lips, "Is it right? Is it right? Is it right? Is it right?"

The Imperial Master rubbed his face, regained his old attitude, and began to smile playfully, "Zhongle, Zhongle, Zhongle, brother, shall we go in?"

The man sweeping the floor was startled by the word "brother" and immediately said proudly, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he came forward and whispered something to the young monk guarding the gate.

Then the young monk looked at the three of them, snorted coldly, and stepped aside with his stick in hand, "Go in!"

(End of this chapter)