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After a short while, Lin Jin saw that the green fireball had landed on top of the mountain and morphed into an old man wearing a grey robe with a thin face, who laughed loudly as he walked down the mountain.

When the spirits saw him, they all called out respectfully, "Manor Lord!" He then moved to the side like a receding tide, opening up a path for him.

Seeing Yin Yin's familiar figure, the old man's face revealed a hint of joy, and a burst of heavy laughter that was slightly clearer than usual was suddenly transmitted over: "I had wanted to go to the Dragon Mountain Ghost King to inquire about Yin Yin's information, but who knew that halfway through, I would hear from the Old Lee that someone had sent a little girl back. This old man is truly happy!"

The old man was extremely fast, Lin Jin had just seen him halfway up the mountain, in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, his speed was many times faster than normal ghosts.

Furthermore, at the same time the old man appeared, Lin Jin only felt a wave of cold yin aura engulfing everything as it seeped into every part of his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Feeling the chill, a scorching air current suddenly rose from the endosperm. It circulated through the meridians in his body and immediately dispelled the chill.

Looking at his momentum, Lin Jin could not help but frown, and secretly suspect: From the looks of it, this old man is undoubtedly a Ghost King who has cultivated for at least a thousand years. With his manly aura and the knowledge he had of using to exorcise ghosts, although he was not afraid of them, if it were Du Qingqing and the others, with just his inexperienced talismans, how did they manage to escape?

He never thought that Du Qingqing and the others would actually be scared off by the wandering soul s on the mountain in front of them before they even reached the top of the mountain. It was only on the way back did they get targeted by the confused Yin Yin. However, what they did not know was that Lin Jin had always been passing by two mountains that were treated as a mountain.

"Grandpa …" Seeing the old man, nymph immediately pulled on the corner of Lin Jin's clothes, not daring to speak while dodging.

"Little girl, I thought you were not allowed to leave the vicinity of the Cang Mountains? "Why are you so disobedient …" Seeing Yin Yin, the old man pretended to be angry as she reached out his large hands to pull at her. But when he came into contact with Yin Yin's hands, the old man's expression suddenly changed and immediately returned to normal.

Pulling her behind him, the old man smiled at Lin Jin: "Hehe, it was you, Small Brother, who brought Yin Yin back, right? This little girl is my only granddaughter. Seeing that she has left, this old man's heart has been burning with anxiety for the past few days! Thank you so much, I would like to ask for your name, Small Brother. " The old man said and cupped his fists towards Lin Jin.

Seeing nymph's grandfather appear, the worry in Lin Jin's heart subsided, and she hurriedly said: "Hehe, I'm. Yin Yin is very cute, I coincidentally met her, sending her back is no big deal, there's no need to be courteous old man. Now that the person has been delivered, I will not stay any longer. "

Lowering his head, he said to the nymph: "Yin Yin, from now on, you must listen to grandfather's words. Don't run around, understand?"

nymph nodded, and said: "En! If Yin Yin knows, will you leave? Can't you accompany Yin Yin for a while longer? "

Looking around, Lin Jin realised that the surrounding ghosts all had painful expressions. It was just like the ghosts that used to meet him, but did not dare to speak up because of the presence of the Ghost King.

He could not help but start laughing. Lowering his head, he said to nymph, "Hehe, no, big brother's Yang energy is too strong. Staying here for too long will not be good for your uncles!"

"Oh?" After the old man came in contact with his granddaughter, he was currently in an extremely shocked state. Even though he did not express it, he did not have the heart to think about other things, so he did not notice the abnormality on Lin Jin's body.

When he heard Lin Jin's words, the old man looked at him and discovered that waves after waves of extremely pure yang energy was being emitted from his body, causing the ghosts around him to feel uncomfortable.

The old man could not help but exclaim: "So Small Brother is actually a cultivator. No wonder you are not afraid of us spirits."

Pausing for a moment, the old man turned around, and said majestically to the group of ghosts: "Brothers, you may disperse first! Tomorrow, I will arrange a Ten Thousand Ghost Banquet to express my gratitude to everyone! "

Hearing his words, the group of ghosts were overjoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, they all replied in unison and turned into countless green flames, disappearing into the vast grass and soil.

When they dispersed, the old man smiled at Lin Jin and said: "As a monk, Small Brother does not discriminate against us foreign beings. I am deeply impressed, because it is already late today.

nymph also nodded continuously at the side, opening her big eyes and looking at him with hope. She wanted Lin Jin to stay the night to distract her grandfather's attention.

Lin Jin looked up the mountain. He saw a rugged strange stone, and a patch of black misty land. He couldn't help but be curious about how he was going to entertain himself. Thinking that it would be good to see for himself, he nodded.

Seeing that Lin Jin had agreed, the old man laughed heartily and waved his hand behind him. Immediately, a green stone staircase faintly appeared behind him, leading to the mountain from afar.

At the same time, he saw green lights appear in the air on both sides of the bluestone path, illuminating the surface of the road.

"Small Brother, please follow me!" Holding Yin Yin's small hand, the old man was the first to walk onto the bluestone path.

Seeing him leave, Lin Jin quickly followed.

As the two of them chatted, Lin Jin learned that the old man was called Feng Wanshan and was the only Ghost King of the Blue Mountain, while the nymph Feng Yin Yin was his own granddaughter.

However, because he had lost his mind while he was still alive, although Yin Yin's intelligence was fine, he liked to be lost. However, because the Blue Mountain Range within several tens of kilometers was under Feng Wanshan's control, he had always been able to find her.

Therefore, in this kind of situation, Feng Yin Yin had not lost anything for decades.

However, last week, it just so happened that Feng Wanshan had gone out to visit some friends of his. Other ghosts had accidentally let her walk out, and in the end, he got his to hang on to Du Qingqing's group.

Walking on the bluestone path that Feng Wanshan transformed himself into, Lin Jin realized that these bluestone blocks were extremely cold and comfortable to step on, and were even no different from real bluestone roads.

After walking for around seven to eight hundred steps within the cyan colored light, Lin Jin looked up. Suddenly, he saw that a very majestic mountain gate appeared one to two hundred meters in front of him under the weak cyan glow. Taking a closer look, he saw the words "Myriad Mountain Villa" written on it. It looked like the entrance to some sects in the Wuxia TV series.

He looked behind the door pillar and saw a very ordinary but very large ancient wooden house not far from the door.

"The cold house is right in front of us, it's a little simple and crude, Small Brother please do not take offense." Bringing Lin Jin to the front of the house, Feng Wanshan clapped his hands and the four big red lanterns hanging at the entrance immediately lit up. Following that, the door creaked open.

Lin Jin looked inside the house, only to see a bright room filled with tables, chairs, lamps and tea. Moreover, there were also many ink pills hanging on the wall, which made it seem very ancient.

Based on the knowledge he learnt from the Talking about the Old Man, Lin Jin realised that this wooden house was exactly like the Ming Dynasty. It looks like this old man passed away during the Ming Dynasty.

Just as this thought rose in his mind, Lin Jin couldn't help but feel that something was amiss.

From what Yin Yin had said, she had died for two hundred and thirty-one years. That meant, she died during the Qing Dynasty, so logically speaking, her grandfather should not have been more than three hundred years old, yet he was clearly a Ghost King. What was going on?

"Small Brother, please come in. I don't have anything good to eat, so I'll have to help protect Small Brother from the cold." Just as he was pondering, he saw Feng Wanshan gesture for him at the door.

When Lin Jin entered the room and sat down, Feng Wanshan led Yin Yin to another room and came back. His expression changed to one of seriousness, and said to him: "Small Brother Lin, do you know what's going on with Yin Yin?"

"What?" At this time, Lin Jin was secretly guessing at Feng Wanshan's age, but when he heard these unfathomable words, he did not react for a moment.

"Oh!" Hehe, it's nothing. "That's right, Small Brother is a cultivator, have you seen the Yin Talisman Scripture before …" Seeing that he was confused, Feng Wanshan thought that he did not understand what was going on with Yin Yin.

"This Old ghost knows how to cultivate?" Hearing him mention the cultivation, Lin Jin's attention was immediately diverted and he started to chat with him.

After chatting for a long time, Lin Jin realized that this Old ghost actually had a better understanding of cultivation than him. He couldn't help but feel greatly surprised, and only after asking did he learn that Feng Wanshan was actually a cultivator when he was alive, that was why his cultivation progress was so quick after death, and reached the realm of Ghost King in just over a hundred years.

Hearing his words, Lin Jin immediately let go of the doubt in his heart, and started to ask the old senior about cultivation matters.

Unknowingly, more than half of the night had already passed. Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Wanshan said to him, "Small Brother, you still have to travel tomorrow, it would be better for you to rest early!"

After hearing about the experiences of this senior cultivator, Lin Jin also had a lot of things to digest. Thus, he nodded and followed him to a very ancient looking wooden bed.

At daybreak on the second day, Lin Jin only felt a gentle breeze blow and woke up from his dream.

He stood up and looked around, only to see that this mountain was densely packed with graves. There was no sign of any stone houses.

Knowing what was going on, Lin Jin turned around and saw a big and a small mound of graves standing behind him. Faintly discernible on the tombstone were the following words: Grave of the father, Duke Feng of Ten Thousand Mountains; Grave of the beloved daughter, Feng Yin Yin.

Because no one had swept the tomb for a long time, a thick layer of rotten leaves covered the grave, and a layer of weeds the height of half a person had grown on the grave, making it seem very desolate.

Looking at the two people's tombs, a faint smile appeared on Lin Jin's face. He said to Feng Wanshan's tombstone: "Feng Lao, last night, I heard about your experiences in cultivating, which saved me a lot of detours. In the future, if Lin Jin is able to cultivate successfully, I will definitely not forget your great virtue."

Even so, he still squatted down and stroked the small tombstone as he softly said: "Yin Yin, Big Brother will be going back. You must listen to Grandfather's words obediently and don't run around. Do you understand? "

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little bitter in his heart. He didn't know whether or not he would become like them in the future.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly wondered if he should do something for them before leaving. He broke a branch on a nearby tree and helped them sweep the rotting leaves from the grave.

As he scanned the area, he suddenly felt that the branch in his hand seemed to have touched something. He pulled it open and discovered that it was a small pile of exquisite and ancient jade artifacts wrapped in a small cloth.

Beside the jade artifact, there was a yellowed paper made of straw, with a row of extremely powerful ancient words written on it: A small token, I hope Small Brother does not dislike it! Feng Wanshan offered it to his.

On the back of the slip of paper, there was a line of slightly slanted words written in the traditional Chinese characters: "Big brother, you must remember to come back and visit me!"

Thinking about Yin Yin's cute little face, Lin Jin couldn't help but to smile, put away his cloth bag and go down the mountain.