Dressed as the cousin of the retired white lotus

Jiang Jin hurriedly chased him out, and when he reached the hall, he saw the bamboo door shaking slightly, and Uncle Bai had disappeared.

On the medicine table, bottles and jars were swaying here and there, and the medicine that Uncle Bai had extracted was also taken away.

"Uncle Bai—"

Jiang Jin yelled out from the bamboo window, and many fireflies flying outside were so startled that they turned off their lights. Jiang Jin's voice disappeared in the dense forest, and there was no response.

Looking out from the bamboo window, under the banyan tree covering the sky, many unknown exotic flowers and plants are giving off a faint light at night, and a few wisps of smoke shuttle between the branches of the banyan tree like ribbons.

At night in the dense forest of the Dragon Bone Mountain Range, it was as beautiful as a dreamy fairyland.

But Jiang Jin had no time to appreciate it. He knew that the more beautiful and alluring the scene before him, the more dangerous it was.

Uncle Bai once reminded him that he can't leave this bamboo house casually, otherwise, he, a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, is not enough for the fierce beasts outside to beat their teeth.

Jiang Jin never dared to step out of the bamboo house, and hastily closed the bamboo windows and doors, sat down in front of the medicine table, and waited for Uncle Bai to return.

After waiting for a long time, he fell asleep on the table in a daze, and when he woke up, it was dawn.

Uncle Bai still didn't come back.

Jiang Jin rubbed his eyes, and heard someone calling softly outside the window: "Uncle Bai, Uncle Bai, you have picked the fruit you asked for."

"Uncle Bai, are you there?" Hearing the voice, it was a girl.

Probably because no one answered in the bamboo house, the girl knocked on the bamboo window again and said: "You were so anxious yesterday, I picked them for you last night."

It seemed that a junior came to look for Uncle Bai. Jiang Jin hesitated to go and have a look, but he was a little afraid that it was a beast.

He thought, this bamboo house is formed by a formation, as long as she doesn't get out, but no matter what kind of beast she is, she can't get in.

Driven by curiosity, he still went to open the window.

As soon as the bamboo window was opened, what came into view was a half-bird man—it could be transformed into a basic human figure, the green feathers on his body had not completely faded, and some bird-like features remained on his delicate face, with eyebrows and hair all twitchy. It's feathers.

The feet underneath are still claws.

A pair of long wings fluttered behind her, making her float in the air.

It turned out to be a sparrow that had not yet fully transformed into a human form, no wonder its voice was so sweet.

Seeing that the man who opened the window was a strange man, the sparrow was slightly startled, because he was a timid one, he immediately turned back into a small bird, swished into the dense leaves of the banyan tree, and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Jin smiled, thinking that this little sparrow is also cute, it is obviously half-human, and its cultivation is at least above Huixuan realm, yet it is so timid.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Uncle Bai's...disciple." Jiang Jin said.

He is the grandson of Ling Daozi, rounded up, he is equivalent to half of Uncle Bai's grandson.

After a while, the little sparrow turned back into a half-human shape, and flew over cautiously, holding a bamboo basket in its hand, which contained some gourd-shaped green fruits.

"I'm here... to deliver fruit to Uncle Bai." The little sparrow whispered, still a little afraid of Jiangjin, and said, "Uncle Bai entrusted me to pick these yesterday."

Jiang Jin smiled gently at the little sparrow, and said: "Uncle Bai is not here now, you can come back another day, or give me the fruit, and I will pass it to him for you."

"This..." The little sparrow thought for a while, moved closer, put the basket on the window sill, and quickly opened the distance, saying, "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

"It's easy to do." Jiang Jin took off the basket and asked, "What kind of fruit are these?"

He had never seen this fruit before in the book.

"This is the pulse gourd." The little sparrow replied.

Jiang Jin was startled. Although the shape of the meridian gourd was not recorded in the book, there was a record of the miraculous effect of the meridian gourd: "For those with broken veins, eat the meridian gourd to regenerate the meridians; for those with full meridians, eat it to strengthen the meridians."

This is a rare medicinal material, and it is the best for healing.

It's just that, in the past thousand years, no monk has seen the veined gourd tree, and never thought that there could still be a veined gourd tree in the Dragon Bone Mountain Range.

Jiang Jin looked at the whole basket of fruits, not to mention repairing the meridians, or regenerating the meridians of the whole body is enough.

Whole body meridians?

He suddenly realized something, and had a bold guess - Uncle Bai went back to Lian Yunzong to take away the broken jade tablet of the master, and now he let the sparrow pick so many pulse gourds - could it be?

Jiang Jin couldn't imagine it anymore.

He looked back at the medicine table, and he saw the remains of some medicinal materials, which were blood-enriching medicinal materials.

Uncle Bai might want to reshape the body of his master and bring his soul back. Jiang Jin thought of what Uncle Bai said last night, "I will not allow you to leave", and he was already more or less certain in his heart.

"Uncle Bai..." Jiang Jin muttered to himself, his mind was blank.

Changing one's fate against the heavens, returning one's soul and rebirth, no matter whether one succeeds or not, one will be condemned by heaven.

When the monks ascended, they had to suffer from nine lightning bolts, even if they were just nine lightning bolts, it was enough to stop half of the monks from going to the fairy world, or even perish under the lightning.

As for the scourge of heaven, it is three times that of Feisheng Tianlei, with as many as 27 ways.

Is Uncle Bai desperate?He is only at the cave realm, not even at the Mahayana realm, how could he stand this thunder.

In addition, to fight for souls with the ghost mansion is equivalent to enmity with the ghost mansion. How can there be good fruit when walking on the path of reincarnation in the future?

Jiang Jin lamented, this deer and one person... What an evil fate, they were both concerned about each other, but they were delayed for thousands of years.

……

"Is there anything else, son? If not, I will leave first."

The little sparrow said, the voice brought Jiang Jin's thoughts back to reality.

"Ah? You said... what did you say?" Jiang Jin asked confusedly.

The little sparrow said again: "I have delivered the fruit, so I will go back first. When Uncle Bai comes back, I will trouble you to say hello to him for me."

The little sparrow always kept a distance from Jiang Jin, and was very reserved in front of Jiang Jin.

She fluttered her wings, wanting to leave.

"Wait." Jiang Jin asked to stay.

He always has some doubts in his heart, if he doesn't ask clearly, he will naturally be unhappy.

Don't look at this little bird as a young girl, but after all, she has been cultivating for at least a thousand years. Jiang Jin is only nineteen years old. Why would a thousand-year-old spirit beast be afraid of him unconsciously?

In terms of cultivation, Jiangjin is in the Nascent Soul Realm, and this little bird is already the bottleneck of the Huixuan Realm. It is only one step away from entering the Hollow Realm, so naturally it can crush Jiangjin.

Although the little sparrow was a little scared, she still stayed. After all, Jiang Jin was Uncle Bai's disciple, and Uncle Bai still had to give him face.

"Is there something else, son?"

Jiang Jin asked directly: "My aunt seems to be a little afraid of me, why?"

Little Lingque never thought that Jiang Jin would ask this question, after thinking about it, she answered truthfully: "Sir, should you know the pressure of blood?"

"Blood pressure?" Jiang Jin was curious.

He does know what it means, it's nothing more than a certain kind of special bloodline is the natural nemesis of another bloodline, it has nothing to do with cultivation.

But what does this have to do with them?

One person, one bird, how can there be any blood pressure?