Chapter 39 This is what happened...

"Ouch! I'm scared to death..."

Auntie's voice came from outside. Lin Qing and others turned their heads and saw that it was the pilgrims who came back.

The people were in good health and had no problems, because when Lin Qing took action, they noticed the people and kept protecting them. They were just a little depressed and scared.

Originally, Lin Qing actually shielded the people or erased their memories.

But thinking that this is a high martial arts world, it's better to let everyone see these things. When similar things happen again in the future, they can calm down. This is just an ordinary thing.

Because, they have him as a backer behind them, so they don't have to be afraid of these....

"Mom, grandma, what's wrong with you..." Sun Linlin asked her mother and grandmother with some confusion.

"Oh! Don't mention it. Today, I went to Taohua Temple with Qing's aunt to ask for a house. Who knew that the abbot of Taohua Temple was actually a demon. I heard from the adults in the night watch that all the cases that happened here recently were committed by that abbot.

The purpose is to live forever, what a sin! The thing is...

... He has lived to such an old age, but he is not as open-minded as an old woman like me. I know that he will die of old age, but he, a Buddhist, still wants to live forever."

When the grandmother heard her granddaughter's words, she immediately talked about everything she encountered today.

The aunt on the side would also interject a few words.

The story was so good that Lin Qing could not imagine that her grandmother actually had the potential to be a storyteller.

"Old lady, are you all right?"

After hearing the last part, grandpa immediately asked worriedly.

In this life, grandpa said that who he felt most sorry for was grandma, because when he was studying in his early years, he relied on grandma to support the family. So, when he heard about this, he hurried over to ask.

"It's okay, we are all fine, isn't it? In the end, we were saved by an immortal who came from nowhere. That immortal summoned a thunderbolt to kill that..."

Speaking of the mysterious master who saved them, grandma said with gratitude and admiration.

"Then I really have to thank that immortal! Otherwise..." The little cousin patted her chest and said with some fear.

"That's right, Ni'er, do you think we should set up a longevity tablet for the immortal at home and worship him morning and evening? Maybe the immortal can bless us!" Grandma patted her aunt's hand and said.

"Mom, you are still thoughtful. When my man comes back, let him make one..."

The two of them discussed it as if no one was around.

They didn't realize that their grandson/nephew had a weird expression on his face.

Good guy, if you let the two of them discuss it, you will shorten your life!

"Grandma, aunt... Don't think too much. The immortal is probably for the safety of the entire Ping'an Town. Moreover, if you set up a tablet without the immortal's permission, what if the immortal knows and is unhappy..."

Lin Qing hurriedly persuaded.

"Qing, what you said is not right! How can someone not want the people to set up a longevity tablet for him? This is a great thing!" Auntie said.

Grandma beside her also nodded.

They have seen how happy those officials are when someone helps them set up a longevity tablet for them after they do a little bit of good.

"Grandma, auntie, everyone in this world has their own preferences. It is possible that the immortal does not want others to set up a longevity tablet! After all, he has not shown up, and even his name has not been left. It is definitely not possible for people to know his existence. Thank you in your heart."

"Qing, what you said seems to make sense!" Grandma nodded.

Then she turned around and asked her grandfather: "Master, what do you think about this tablet? Should we set it up or not..."

"Let's listen to your grandson! Let's keep it in mind and not set it up." Grandpa listened to the conversation of several people, looked at his grandson strangely, and said with a wave of his hand.

He knew that his grandson was learning martial arts now.

And there was a mysterious master.

So, the immortal who saved his wife and daughter-in-law would not be his grandson's master!

If so, it's better to listen to his grandson, after all, he is the closest person to the immortal.

Sun Yu would never have thought that the person who saved his wife and daughter-in-law was his grandson who was smiling and making a chair.

"Okay, then I will listen to the master. That's right, should we listen to the date calculated by the Taohua Temple...demon or not?" Grandma felt a headache when she thought of the date the abbot said.

"It's okay, grandma, just listen to the date he said! You see, many people from our town's villages went to him to calculate the date before, and nothing happened. He did those things to seek immortality. For ordinary people like us, he should not lie to us. After all, he is also accumulating virtues..."

"That's right, okay, then we will start the construction in three days. Ni'er, let's go cook! Qingxiao and Xiaoyao'er are also hungry, and Dazhen and Huaian should be back soon."

"Okay, mother..."

Looking at the backs of the two, Lin Qingxiao breathed a sigh of relief. This is good, and he doesn't have to be worshipped like an immortal by his elders.

Although it won't really shorten your lifespan, I feel a little uncomfortable thinking about that scene, and my grandma can really drag me to go and buy incense together, which makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

"Qingxiao, what's wrong with you? You feel uncomfortable..." Here, the grandfather noticed the situation of his grandson and asked with some doubts.

"It's okay, I just thought of something, so I was a little distracted."

"What's wrong with you today? You always get distracted..." The grandfather looked at Lin Qingxiao with a puzzled look, and then muttered and walked towards Lin Fan's position.

After this incident.

Lin Qingxiao and others lived a leisurely and warm life.

As time went by, a similar wooden house was built not far from Lin Qingxiao's house.

That was my grandfather's new home, because my grandfather said he would open a private school in the village, so every household in the village came to help.

In this world, there are two ways to get ahead, one is to learn martial arts, and the other is to learn literature.

As the saying goes, the poor learn literature and the rich learn martial arts.

They are just ordinary people, and there is no money for the children in the village to specialize in martial arts. At most, they can ask some hunters in the village to help with the basics.

It is also to exercise the body. Those with better talents may enter the first or second level of body forging, but this is already the highest level they can reach.

Unlike the village chief Lin Yuan, when he went out to make a living in his early years, he had an adventure, which enabled him to practice to the acquired realm.

When a warrior reaches the Qi Refining level, he uses many medicinal herbs to exercise his body.

This is not something they can supply.

The second way is not bad.

Learning literature can also make you stand out. Even if you are not talented, you can still learn to read and find a job in the town, which is better than those mud legs or fishermen who rely on the weather for food.

Learning literature actually costs money, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone also cost a lot of money.

Although it is not as scary as practicing martial arts.

But not many people can afford it.

Now, Lin Qing’s grandfather, Mr. Sun, said that he would open a private school for free to let the children in the village learn to read and write.

How could they not be grateful? When they heard that Mr. Sun had settled down in their village and was building a house, the strong men in the village came to help without paying.

Cutting trees, peeling bark...

Even my uncle wanted to work but was pushed away by them.

With the help of people from the village, the house was built quickly.

After Lin Qing went to the mountains to catch several prey and came back, the whole village had a rich lunch.

The village became peaceful again, people who farmed, fished, and hunted...

It seemed that the village would always be so peaceful.

But, one morning.

Two people dressed as monks appeared at the entrance of Linjiang Village. Today was the first day that my uncle and aunt went to the town to sell braised meat.

Braised meat was the business that Lin Qing taught my uncle. After the new house was built, Lin Qing taught my uncle and aunt so that they could have a good livelihood and support their family.

Lin Qing had a bullock cart at home.

Early in the morning, my uncle and aunt drove the bullock cart to the town. Just when they arrived at the gate of the village, they met the two monks.

"Amitabha! Two donors, I wonder if I would like to ask a question." One of the monks stopped the carriage and asked my uncle.

"Monk, what do you want..." my uncle frowned.

Ever since he heard that his mother and wife were almost killed by the old monk, my uncle has become a little disgusted with monks.

The monk frowned slightly at Sun Zhen's address, but thinking that he still had to ask questions, he tried hard to suppress his discomfort and asked: "This donor, I wonder if a group of barbarians appeared in your village some time ago."

"Why are you asking this..."

Sun Zhen was alert when he heard this. Could these monks also be the party of the barbarians? Their village was massacred by those barbarians.

There has been no news about the barbarians recently.

It is estimated that they have been eliminated by the strong men of Xia country.

So, these monks are here to take revenge.

Sun Zhen is not a person who knows nothing. As soon as he saw the two men's attire, he knew they were monks from the barbarian tribe. Whether it was clothes or their attire, they were all unique to the barbarian tribe.

"Amitabha! I have two junior brothers, so I want to ask for their help."

The monk said slowly.

"Great! So the two monks in the barbarian tribe are your junior brothers..." Before my uncle could speak, my aunt pointed at the two monks and shouted.

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