After becoming an animal, I also have to farm

Master Cui's master is called Cui Yuan. After hearing Lin Miao's self-introduction, his hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease with excitement. He kept thanking Lin Miao.

"Hey! Thank you, Master Wuchang! Thank you! Thank you so much!

Lao Yang and I have been trapped here for almost a month. If it had been a few days later, you would have come to collect our bodies..."

Lin Miao shook the soul-locking chain in his hand, loosened the two of them a little, and strode forward with them, saying without turning his head,

"Then you should thank your disciple. If he hadn't noticed something was wrong, he would have asked me to come find you half a month ago.

And I guessed you were probably in Youdu Mountain, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find you at all."

Cui Yuan heard that his disciple was not only diligently practicing Taoism in the mortal world, but also worried about him so much. He was moved and burst into tears.

"My way is not alone, my way is not alone!

I said that Yingqi had great potential since he was young. If he hadn't discovered my abnormality, and if he hadn't discovered it a few days later, oh no! "

The old friend who was stroking his beard beside him was also full of emotion, praising Cui Yuan for having such a good disciple.

"Brother Cui, after this incident, your younger generation has shown signs of wanting to rebuild their family. It's a pity for my family's rebellious sons. Sigh, it's better not to talk about it..."

Cui Yuan and Yang Zhengdao learned that they were saved. On the way out, they couldn't help but talk about which of their younger generation was more troublesome.

Lin Miao was eavesdropping in front without turning his head. He just thought it was interesting that the two Taoists didn't compare the good ones but only the bad ones.

After hearing the last conversation between the two, Lin Miao secretly commented in his heart that old man Yang Zhengdao was the worst off.

Because according to his description, once the younger generations of the Yang family took on work beyond their capabilities in the world of the living, they would find ways to ask Grandpa Yang to appear and provide guidance at night.

Fearing that the reputation he had accumulated for a hundred years would be ruined by these brats, Old Man Yang didn't even dare to reincarnate.

He wanders around the underworld every day, always ready to be dragged back by the younger generation to clean up their mess.

As for how the two were trapped in Youdu Mountain and couldn't get out, the credit really has to go entirely to Mr. Yang's unfilial descendants.

His grandson, who was pretending to be dead, was showing off everywhere as soon as he had drawn the Qi into his body.

Not only did he spread the secrets of cultivation all over the Internet, he also fought with others and was eventually seriously injured.

After looking up ancient prescriptions, he discovered that the antidote to cure Taoist injuries was in Youdu Mountain.

Mr. Yang was afraid that he couldn't handle it, so he called on his best friend Cui Yuan for help.

Unexpectedly, Youdu Mountain was indeed not a place that mortals like them could come to. Not only did they fail to find the things, but they also lost their way and had to avoid danger and survive.

During their conversation, Lin Miao quickly brought them to the Naihe Bridge.

Respecting the choices and wishes of the two, Lin Miao let them go and planned to return to the world of the living.

On the way back, Lin Miao kept thinking about how Cui Yuan had thanked him repeatedly.

According to Cui Yuan's description, they did not expect that the living souls would not be able to turn back after entering Youdu Mountain.

The two were trapped in the mountains and couldn't get out for more than half a month.

Fortunately, Lin Miao has a special identity, so he can use the soul-locking chain to lead them away safely.

Cui Yuan was also thankful again that the person who came to find them was not his own disciple, otherwise the three of them would probably have died in the mountains.

Cui Yuan tried his best to express his gratitude to Lin Miao for saving his life.

Cui Yuan tried hard to find the reward for Lin Miao by searching his sleeves and chest.

But unfortunately, he had spent all the incense offerings in his last dream, and now he has nothing after spending all his time.

Lin Miao was not the kind of person who would fleece a sheep. Since she had already received the offering from Taoist Cui, she cruelly rejected Cui Yuan.

Another old Taoist priest named Yang Zhengdao also received Lin Miao's kindness, but his physical condition was very weak and he needed a few days of recuperation.

Lao Yang also said that he would come to thank Lin Miao in person after he recovered. It just so happened that he had some personal matters he wanted to ask Lin Miao for help.

Lin Miao felt that the two of them could not escape the temple even if the monk ran away, even if Lao Yang did not reward him.

Most of their disciples would need to use or come into contact with it in the future, so Lin Miao nodded and agreed to Lao Yang's request, allowing him to recover with peace of mind.

Seeing that it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening and the person had been found, Lin Miao went straight back to the world of the living to find Taoist Cui to complete the mission.

But as soon as Lin Miao arrived, she found Taoist Cui pacing back and forth in the yard, as if waiting for her.

As expected, as soon as Lin Miao floated down and said a word, he was stunned by the old Taoist priest whose face was filled with a mixture of gratitude, joy and other emotions.

Because the old Taoist priest actually lifted the hem of his Taoist robe and knelt down on the ground with a thud, thanking Lin Miao with red eyes.

"Thank you, sir! I have received Master's letter of safety!

You personally risked your life to rescue my master. I will never forget your kindness!"

This time the scene was a bit grand and serious, and Lin Miao felt embarrassed.

She scratched the back of her head, at a loss, and asked him to get up and talk quickly.

"It's nothing. I took so many things from you and entrusted you with my help. I'm just doing you a small favor. Don't take it to heart."

But the old Taoist priest Cui Yingqi was very stubborn. He asked Lin Miao to wait there for a while, and then rushed into the villa to tinker with something.

In less than five minutes, he hurried out with two young disciples in Taoist robes, carrying a mahogany tray and various offerings.

The leading Taoist priest Cui was holding a vivid paper crane in his hand.

No, to be precise, it should be a thousand paper cranes made of yellow paper.

Lin Miao saw Cui Yingqi's face full of reluctance, and then his resolute look.

I was secretly guessing in my heart that this old man was going to give me some treasure that was most precious to me. I was so conflicted.

While quietly waiting for the other three to burn a lot of incense as an offering, Lin Miao suddenly found that there was a white crane the size of a palm beside him.

The crane is all white and lifelike. It is the legendary mythical crane with auspicious clouds under its feet, red clouds on its head, and broad black feathers.

Cui Yingqi met Lin Miao's curious gaze, stroked his beard kindly and explained,

“Sir, I see you must be very tired flying around all day without a mount.

This is the Yellow Crane, the mount I originally found for my master. If you don't mind, please accept it!"

Lin Miao looked at the palm-sized little crane, then looked at his size 39 feet, not quite understanding what Cui Yingqi meant.

Fortunately, Master Cui seemed to notice Lin Miao's embarrassment, and he quickly added,

"Sir, you can just touch the crane's eyeball to form the contract."

Following the instructions of Taoist Cui, Lin Miao placed his fingers on the crane's eyes, which were dotted with cinnabar red.

Then he saw the white crane, which was originally the size of a palm, quickly transform into another shape and its body continued to grow larger.

In a short while, it transformed from a palm-sized white crane into a giant crane with its head stretched out as tall as Lin Miao.

Looking at the sacred and noble crane in front of him, which turned out to be his mount, Lin Miao couldn't bear to defile the crane's purity with his butt.

More importantly, Lin Miao was afraid that the crane mount was alive and needed spiritual energy or offerings before it would give up its seat.

Taoist Cui noticed Lin Miao's restraint, and he stroked his beard and said,

"Don't worry, sir. This mount is simply made of yellow paper mixed with souls. It's not a real living thing. Don't feel burdened when using it."

After hearing this explanation and knowing that the crane is a soulless means of transportation and can be compared to a luxury car, Lin Miao's eyes lit up.

Like riding a carousel, Lin Miao excitedly hugged the crane's neck and flew high into the sky with cheers.