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After inspecting the situation in his body, Lin Jin could not help but let out a bitter laugh. After two days of suppression, although he managed to repress the rampaging zhenqi back into his veins, there were still a few strong zhenqi that did not listen to him.

It was said that his ability to control zhenqi s was far greater than before, but this eight extraordinary meridians was a self-made system. It was different from the usual meridians, as they governed many different human body's secrets, and once it was struck, he could only slowly fix it.

Walking on the street, countless passersby passed by him, and from time to time, some people would look at him with disdain, but all they got in return was his smile.

To Taoist, the common people of the world were but white clouds and blue dogs. What did it matter to them how they viewed themselves?

Lin Jin walked along the street for a while, but in the end, he still wanted to find out how the people he cared about himself and those he cared about had fared in the few months that he had disappeared. Seeing that there was a stall that was selling ic cards, he ignored the gazes of the people around him and directly walked in front of the stall and asked, "Shopkeeper, how much is it?"

Seeing that Lin Jin was dressed in a tattered outfit and was obviously a beggar, the stall vendor couldn't help but feel annoyed. But business still had to be done, so he could only say in a disgusted tone, "One piece for 20 + 1, one piece for 30 + 1, one piece for 16.

In fact, it raised the original price by a few pieces.

In the past, due to Lin Jin had bought a few Mystical Cards in school, he knew this point very well. However, he didn't want to bicker with him, so he took out 12 coins from the pile of loose money in his pocket and threw it on the glass cabinet. He said: "Give me a 20 + 1 card.

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The stall vendor didn't expect the beggar to actually have the money to buy the card, so he could only take out a card from the window cabinet and give it to him. However, there was still a look of disgust on his face.

Seeing his expression, then thinking of the look of disdain on his face, Lin Jin did not say anything. He took the card and turned to leave.

Then he found a phone booth and dialed Eldest Uncle's number while everyone was looking at him with curiosity.

"Hey!" "May I ask who you're looking for?"

Very quickly, Lin Zhenbang's haggard voice came out of the phone, but the moment he heard the voice.

He did not know what to say, and could tell that although his uncle's voice was haggard, he was still healthy. Since that was the case, then Tan Yinglong would probably be fine, and he could not help but heave a sigh of relief. However, when he heard this voice …

An uncontrollable thought appeared in his mind: As a person who had embarked on the path of cultivation, going on two completely different paths, then, should he return to them and continue to live as before? Or his own path? He hesitated …

Somewhere in Ninghua. Lin Zhenbang who had just finished his lunch remained frowning. In fact, he had been like this since a few months ago.

To a father, the greatest sorrow in life was when a white-haired man sent a black-haired man to confirm Lin Jin's death.

In the past few months, he had tasted the bitterness of this place, and thought back to the times when they lived together little by little. In just a few months, he was like a dragon that had turned twenty years old, and his entire forehead was filled with wrinkles.

When the telephone rang, he originally did not want to pick it up, but after a moment of hesitation.

He still picked up the phone, but for some reason, although the phone was connected, only the sound of a car horn could be heard, and a few shouts caused him to not be able to hear anything, Lin Zhenbang thought that he called wrongly, and casually hung up.

"Ring …"

A few minutes later, he sank into the sofa. He recalled the past once again. However, the telephone rang out again, and he couldn't help but feel irritated.

Sitting on the sofa, he was too lazy to move, but the telephone seemed to be on bad terms with him, ringing endlessly.

No matter how he asked, there was no reply. Just as he was about to hang up and pull out the phone, he heard a voice that made his entire body tremble: "Father, it's me, Lin Jin, I'm fine, it's just that, I don't want to come back yet, I hope you can take care of your health.

At that time, I will come back to see you guys again. Goodbye! " Then, there was a busy sound …

Not mentioning how excited Lin Zhenbang was when he found out that Lin Jin had not died yet, but after Lin Jin managed to call him by that name with difficulty, he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart, as if the shackles that had been on him for a long time had been removed.

However, he did not want to return to the Ninghua, because in the few months since he had been in the underground cave, he already understood that from the moment he had started cultivating on the road of dao, it was impossible for him to return to live a normal life. Furthermore, even though the sacred art he knew was extremely mysterious, it was not necessarily a blessing for his relatives.

That was why he had called back to make them put down their feelings of sadness, but not to go back.

He gave Talking about the Old Man another call and Lin Jin relaxed a lot more. He did not take out the ic card that was still stuck in the slot and happily smiled, then turned and floated away.

When the passersby saw the beggar smile so happily, they thought he was crazy. They couldn't help but give him another glance, but they were also infected by his happiness and didn't realize that they were also smiling.

However, they did not take this matter seriously, as a small ingredient in their lives.

Because he was worried that the zhenqi would attack again, Lin Jin didn't use his ability to fly up to the sky. Instead, he started to wander around the city with the intention to enjoy the scenery of his hometown.

This city was not very big, even compared to Ninghua, who was also not very big, it was much smaller. However, because he was at the edge of the Poyang Lake, the greenery and freshness of the air was much better than when she was just passing by a river.

However, what made him feel the most new was the way others looked at him.

Up till now, he had seen many different kinds of eyes that looked at him. However, he couldn't deny that today was the day where he saw the most different kinds of eyes.

Among these gazes, there was scorn, pity, curiosity, disgust, sympathy and also indifference … Even though these gazes were insignificant in their expression, Lin Jin, who had unintentionally felt all these attitudes, felt them all the more.

Without question, Taoist was the most sensitive to human emotions. Wise people could see the sea from a drop of water, but Taoist could also see their attitude towards life from a normal expression of emotions.

When he did not know how many people had looked at him with disgust, and when Lin Jin sensed the truest of emotions from that person's heart, he could not help but suddenly understand. Wasn't comprehending the emotions of an ordinary person also a type of cultivation? Moreover, this kind of soul training, wasn't it precisely due to his age and lack of experience that he needed the most?

He had originally wanted to buy better clothes to wear, but in this world, what could be more emotional than a wandering beggar?

Then, if he were to cultivate now, wouldn't it be better to be a beggar?

When he thought of this, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and started laughing.

After that, another beggar appeared in the world, a strange beggar that traveled around China.