Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin stared at the fire in a daze, swallowing for a while. The sound of water interrupted, and when he turned around, he saw the middle-aged man not far away, looking at the dry food in his hand, licking his lips constantly, with a look of pity in his eyes.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Wang Lin smiled. "At this moment, he seemed to be no longer unfamiliar with this middle-aged man, but felt pity for him.

"Here you go." Wang Lin took out the dry food from the bamboo raft and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He swallowed hard and ran over quickly. He grabbed a handful of dry food, put it in his mouth and swallowed it in two mouthfuls.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. I haven't eaten for several days... Hey, this king? How could I say this?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and shook his head no longer thinking about it, but looking at it eagerly. looked at Wang Lin.

"What's your name? Why are you here? Where is your family?" Wang Lin took out some more dry food, handed it to the place, and asked softly.

This middle-aged man gave him an indescribable feeling. This feeling became stronger and stronger as he came into contact with the other person. It was as if he had gotten acquainted with the other person somewhere and vaguely had a puppet in his heart. , a look of guilt.

The middle-aged man took the dry food and was about to put it to his mouth. He paused for a moment after hearing Wang Lin's words. He looked at the dry food in his hand and burst into tears again.

"I don't know what my name is... I was in the mountains when I woke up. I can't remember... golden light, I remember there was golden light all around when I woke up, and there were many people trying to catch me, hum, But they can't find me." The middle-aged man's voice was blurry as he cried.

Wang Lin's eyes became softer. He watched the other person swallow his small amount of dry food in a few mouthfuls. He shook his head and laughed while taking out the kettle from the bamboo raft and handed it to the other person.

The middle-aged man drank a few big sips, burped, looked at Wang Lin with a smile, and handed over the chicken drumstick he had been holding.

"Here you go, this chicken leg doesn't taste good.",,

Wang Lin laughed and took the chicken legs. Instead of eating them, he wrapped them and put them in a bamboo bookcase.

The rain outside the temple became heavier, and thunder and lightning crisscrossed, causing the temple door to shake continuously, sometimes hitting the wall next to it. Along with the creaking sound, there was also a banging sound echoed.

The whole place was pitch black, with only the light of the fire in the temple faintly shining through, emitting a faint light in this gloomy world.

Wang Lin and the middle-aged man were sitting by the fire, their wet clothes slowly getting warm.

"Maybe it's good not to know who you are. Sometimes even if you know, you still wonder if you are someone else's dream... I have been dreaming recently, and the world in the dream is very real and makes people feel... Can't tell..., Wang Lin looked at the fire and spoke softly.

The middle-aged man drank. Water, shaking his head and muttering.

"Who said that? Go and try how painful it is not to know who you are. Hum, let me tell you, no matter if it is a dream or not, as long as you are happy, as long as you feel happy." No matter if it is a dream or not, it is good. "

Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he was faintly touched by the other party's words.

"As long as you are happy, as long as you feel happy, that's good... My ideal is to become an official in the imperial examination, so that my parents can live a good life in the future, so that they will no longer look at the mouths of their relatives..." Wang Lin was silent for a long time. After that, he nodded.

"What about you, what are your ideals?" Wang Lin raised his head, filled some dry branches into the fire, and asked.

The middle-aged man took a breath and seemed a little sleepy. After hearing this, he perked up, with a proud look on his face and spoke excitedly.

"I have many ideals. I want to have many spiritual stones, many silver taels, and many delicious foods..."..." He swallowed as he spoke.

"What is a spirit stone?" Wang Lin was stunned.

"Spiritual stone? Hey, did I mention the spiritual stone? What is the spiritual stone?" The middle-aged man was also startled, scratching his head and looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, smiled dumbly, and stopped asking this question. Instead, he slowly started talking with the madman in the temple on this rainy night.

There seemed to be endless words between the two of them. The lunatic was still sleepy at first, but as he talked, he became more and more energetic. He didn't know why, but after seeing Wang Lin, his heart felt warm, and the other party gave him a warm smile. He feels like a family member.

The wind outside was whistling, whining and blowing in from time to time. It shook the fire violently and sent a damp and cold air in, but it no longer gave the two of them a cold feeling.

Even the impenetrable smile on the corners of the huge earth statue behind them slowly softened, covering the entire temple and dispelling the coldness here.

It was late at night, and instead of getting lighter, the rain became even heavier, raging outside the temple. The fire in front of Wang Lin gradually became weaker without the addition of dry branches, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

"I'll tell you a secret. I haven't told anyone this secret." The middle-aged man whispered mysteriously next to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glanced at him, nodded with a smile, and showed interest in his eyes.

The middle-aged man proudly stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of Wang Lin.

"Look, look here, what do you see?", the middle-aged man pointed to his right wrist, his expression even more proud.

There was nothing but dirt on his right wrist. Wang Lin looked at it for a while and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Eh? You didn't see anything? It's impossible. Just wait, wait for me to wash it." The middle-aged man quickly got up and ran to the water in the temple nearby to wash his right arm. Then he returned to Wang Lin, raised it again, and whispered mysteriously! "You saw it this time, right?" ,

Wang Lin looked strange and shook his head again. He indeed didn't see anything.

The middle-aged man became angry and roared loudly at Wang Lin.

"Look carefully, open your eyes to see, you... you... how could you not see it? You are lying, you obviously saw it."

Wang Lin rubbed his forehead, held the middle-aged man's right hand in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, nodded with a wry smile, and said: "I saw it, I did see it."

"Hey, how about it? I'm awesome, huh. I want to find this person. I guess he should know me." The middle-aged man sat aside with satisfaction, looked at his right arm, and slowly became stunned. Come.

"I want to find him. I have a vague feeling that he seemed to have promised to take care of me. He promised to take me to play, but he left... No one cares about me anymore, only I am left... I want to find him, I must find him.

As he murmured, his expression became gloomy, he curled up and looked at his right arm blankly, his voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and he finally fell asleep.

Wang Lin sighed lightly. He stood up and took out a thick piece of clothing. He didn't mind the dirty look of the other party, but covered him. Perhaps the action of covering the clothes disturbed the middle-aged man, and he raised his right car As soon as he grabbed it, he turned around, bent over, and fell asleep, with his right hand facing Wang Lin.

Wang Lin sat by the fire, looking at the fire that was getting weaker and weaker and slowly extinguishing. In the silent temple and the pounding rain outside, he fell silent.

His heart was gradually no longer confused. Dreams were just dreams and could not change anything. Even if this life was really just a dream, then in this dream, he should be happy and he should go on firmly.

"Just think of that dream as another life for me, Wang Lin! That life may be wonderful or magnificent, but the isolation and loneliness and sadness brought about by that dream are heart-stopping and heartbreaking... "Wang Lin seemed to understand a little bit.

"At this moment, the fire dimmed." The fire was completely extinguished, a ray of green tone rose, and darkness once again enveloped the temple. Wang Lin leaned on the pillar of the temple nearby, feeling sleepy in the middle-aged man's dancing sound, and was about to After closing his eyes and falling asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the middle-aged man.

On the opponent's right arm, when the temple was dark, there was a faint golden light flickering. The golden light emanated from the man's arm, and there was a vague handprint there!

It seemed that an invisible hand had grabbed the lunatic's right arm and left this mark.

Looking at the handprint, a very familiar and familiar feeling kept rising from Wang Lin's heart. He was stunned for a long time and looked down at his hand. However, because the handprint was blurry, he could not identify it from the fingerprint. Wang Lin was stunned. He stood up in the air and shook his head.

It rained all night, and it slowly stopped at dawn." After the rain, the fragrance of the earth permeated the heaven and earth, and drifted into the temple.

One night, dreamless.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, stretched his body, looked at the skylight outside the temple, stood up and moved his slightly stiff body. When he looked back, he saw that the middle-aged man was still sleeping soundly, and his right arm had recovered. In its original state, the golden handprint from last night is no longer visible.

Hiding his doubts in his heart, Wang Lin packed his luggage and changed into a clean cloth jacket. He stepped forward and pushed the middle-aged man a few times. When he saw the other man opened his eyes sparsely, he smiled and clasped his fists.

"We met one night, it's a fate. I, Wang Lin, have to go to the county for scientific examination. If I can..." Wang Lin was saying, he slowly stopped. The madman lowered his head, looking very depressed and lonely.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lin only left the dry food for one day, took out the rest and placed it in front of the other party, and whispered: "I'm leaving, you will definitely find that person, for sure.",,

Somehow, he felt reluctance in his heart. He glanced at the other party, sighed secretly, turned around and walked towards the outside of the temple. However, before he could step out of the temple door, he heard the cry from the other party behind him.

"No one cares about me anymore, he's gone, you're gone too, no one cares about me anymore...,,

Wang Lin paused and looked at the sky after the rain outside. After a while, he turned around, looked at the crying middle-aged man in the temple, and spoke softly. Baidu Xianni Bar

"I...I need a bookboy. Even though you are a little older, you probably won't be able to get one..."

At this moment, Wang Lin did not know that his words were a reincarnation. Back then, he had seen that the madman vaguely looked like a person. That person was him in the human realm of the Suzaku Trial in the Land of Trouble. I saw myself in another life, surrounded by a book boy who was like a butler.

That man, holding Su City's sweet-scented osmanthus wine, kept worrying about the money.

Many Taoist friends have seen the cause and effect between the human world and Mengfan. This is Ergen's foreshadowing. I remember when I first wrote the plot of the Three Treasures between Madman, Xu Liguo and Liu Jinbiao, some Taoist friends thought it was inappropriate, but I didn’t know when that plot was also part of the foreshadowing.

Please see to the end.

How do you know that there is no foreshadowing in the first few chapters of Meng Fan? Ergen writes a book, hoping that when a fellow Taoist reads a certain chapter, he will have a sudden enlightenment and a feeling of admiration.

This feeling, in my opinion, is priceless. Do you still remember the life of Wang Lin and his son in the second mortal world? At that time, many people were saying that they hated Wang Lin, were angry about why Wang Lin did not let Wang Ping practice Taoism, and felt that Wang Lin was selfish and unforgivable.

But in the end, did you have that feeling of sudden enlightenment? That’s it, any more would be spoilers, haha. (To be continued)