Yang Lin saw Hai Ao's doubts and couldn't help but explain to his head: "This is not the first time that those bandits have slaughtered villages. Although they are mortals, they are also supported by sects. It is easy for us to kill those bandits, and it is easy for the sects behind them to destroy our Lingcang Sect."

Hai Ao opened his mouth and finally closed it again.

A sect with only the forty-eight-leaf realm is indeed very fragile, he understands it.

The head teacher looked at Hai Ao: "Although we can't afford to offend those sects, we still have the ability to protect you, a child. You can live with us with peace of mind."

Hai Ao looked at the sect who spoke loudly and finally understood why there were so many mortals in an immortal cultivator...

Yang Lin arranged a separate room for Hai Ao, and told him about the members of Ling Cang Sect. He left a few more fasting pills before leaving.

As night fell, the entire Lingcang Gate was shrouded in the darkness, and Hai Ao opened his eyes.

After several days of cultivation, his injuries healed a little, but his anxiety became even stronger.

The only monk I found could not untie the seal for him. Where would he go to find the second one?

His cultivation was abolished, and his immortal seed was sealed. He was powerless in the face of the enemy who killed the Yang family. Anger mixed with sadness rose from his heart. Hai Ao clenched his fists, and his eyebrows, which were as sharp as swords, were slightly raised, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged, Hai Ao closed his eyes and tried his best to mobilize the remaining traces of spiritual energy in his body to impact the sealed immortal species.

The golden seal on the immortal seed trembled slightly, and the domineering and powerful force poured out, and the blade pounced on Hai Ao's meridians like a knife. The severe pain came. Hai Ao's face faded away in an instant, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After several shocks, the seal of the immortal seed was as firm as before, but Hai Ao was exhausted all over his body, sweating was as wet as rain, and he fell on the bed in a short while.

When he was thrown into the spiritual field, he was tortured every day, and there was no pain he felt once today. Hai Ao Shen was drowsy, his thoughts drifted, like falling in the clouds and fog, and finally he finally fell into darkness.

"well."

I don’t know how long it took, but a deep sigh fell into Hai Ao’s ears. Who was it?

Hai Ao's eyes moved, and he felt that he had struggled for a long time before he opened his eyes. The bright sunlight outside the window shone straight in, and the warm light seemed to melt the person.

"Child, you're awake." Yang Lin heard from the side with a surprise voice.

Hai Ao looked up and saw Yang Lin looking at him with concern.

"How are you feeling? I've been sleeping for three days, alas."

Hai Ao frowned: "Three days?"

How could he be in a coma for so long? Even if he has injuries on his body, he will not be so weak with his previous foundation.

Hai Ao remembered the fact that he fought against the seal of the immortal seed before he was unconscious. It seemed that he was backfired by the magic power sealed in his body.

"Do you know about a high fever? Maybe it was caused by an external injury on your body. I have applied medicine to you these days. The physical injuries should be better, right?" Yang Lin said with some concern.

Hai Ao moved, but felt that he didn't have much strength and his stomach was still roaring.

"Hahaha, are you hungry?" Yang Lin rarely saw the child who had always had a cold face showing a embarrassed expression. He was immediately amused. He took the cooked rice porridge from the side and said to Hai Ao, "Come on, eat something."

After recuperating in bed for two more days, Hai Ao's weak body recovered and finally got out of bed. With a little hope, he asked Yang Lu, the head of Ling Cang Sect, whether he could lift the seal for himself.

After Yang Lu checked his body, he showed a complicated expression that was once similar to Yang Lin and shook his head.

Even though he had already known this answer in his heart, Hai Ao was still a little disappointed.

On this day, Hai Ao, who had been in the room for a long time, walked out.

Although Lingcang Sect seems to be crowded, there are only a dozen real disciples, and the rest are lonely and pitiful people taken in by the sect.

These people are not for nothing to eat and live. They do the cleaning work of the entire Lingcang Gate.

Hai Ao walked on the mountain road, looking at the green spiritual fields on the ground and the young monk working in the spiritual fields, he couldn't help but remember what Qin Haoxuan said to him.

"You are not pure in nature. From today on, you will carry water to irrigate, pick up manure and fertilize..."

"What are you looking at?" Yang Lin's voice came from behind.

Hai Ao turned his head and glanced at him without saying a word.

Yang Lin looked at the child in front of him. He looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes and the arrogance on his body made him look very noble. But when he first met, the child was covered in scars and a look of grief and anger, but it made people feel pity. Coupled with the strange seal in his body...

It seems to be of a big background.

"Did you ask your disciples to plant spiritual fields to hone their nature?" The silent Hai Ao suddenly spoke.

"Ah?" Yang Lin was slightly stunned. He looked at the disciples who were farming in the spiritual field before grabbing his hair and said, "No, I asked them to plant the spiritual field because we want to eat. What should we eat if we don't plant the spiritual field?"

Hai Ao: "…"

"Oh, which monk is willing to farm like a farmer? If our sect had not had a small population and a low strength, it would have been impossible for his disciples to farm."

A black line fell faintly on Hai Ao's forehead.

"Oh no." Yang Lin didn't know what he saw, and his face turned over and flew towards the Lingtian.

Hai Ao squinted his eyes and found that there were just four or five people from outside on the spiritual field.

When Hai Ao walked to the Lingtian, there were already two groups of people, and five fierce-looking men were confronting Yang Lin, who was suppressing his anger.

"According to the agreement, the spiritual rice paid to Zhaoyue Pavilion by our Lingcang Sect every year is 50% of the harvest, but now you want 70%, how can we take it out?" Yang Lin's blood surged, his eyebrows frowned tightly.

There were five disciples of Zhaoyue Pavilion who came here, wearing a unified black-bottomed full moon Taoist robe, each with a tough look and arrogant look. When looking at the disciples of Lingcang Sect on the Lingtian, there was unconcealed contempt in his eyes.

The leader was named Zhao Lu. He was seven feet tall, had a long horse face and copper bell eyes. Although he was just a monk at the twenty-five-leaf realm, when facing the disciples of Lingcang Sect, his chin was raised to the sky.

Hearing Yang Lin's words, Zhao Lu smiled lightly: "You're more than 70% disliked? Then why don't you give me ten percent."

Yang Lin's forehead veins leaped, and he wanted to ask directly, but his words softened again as soon as they reached his mouth: "It's not that we dislike it, but 70% is really a bit too much... Please leave some for us, and we must support our disciples too..."

A disciple behind Zhao Lu sneered: "That's your business."

The disciples of Lingcang Sect on the Lingtian were full of anger. As long as the elders spoke, they would definitely attack these guys who came to their sect to act as a mighty guy.

Yang Lin was so angry that his hands were trembling: "Don't go too far."

Zhao Lu grinned and smiled: "Excessive?"

Before the words could be heard, a white light suddenly emerged from Zhao Lu's hand and hit Yang Lin violently, knocking him away, then rolled heavily to the ground, smashing a piece of dust.

Hai Ao's brows frowned instantly.

Zhao Luli was still in place, half-lifting his eyelids, and glanced at Yang Lin lying on the ground: "This is too much."

"brute!"

When the disciples of Lingcang Sect saw that their elder was beaten, their anger was instantly ignited. They picked up the farm tools around them and were about to fight with the group of people.

Hai Ao came to Yang Lin and saw that he had bleeding from his nose and mouth. He was obviously injured. He reached out and helped Yang Lin up: "How are you?"

Yang Lin shook his head: "You can't let them do it."

Hai Ao looked ahead, all the disciples of Ling Cang Sect took up their weapons, and they were angry and furious.

Yang Lu, who was standing opposite everyone, saw the posture of Lingcangmen, just smiled contemptuously: "Dare you dare to fight with us Zhaoyue Pavilion, and you are impatient to live? Do you want to be destroyed?"

The angry Ling Cang disciple's face turned red, and he felt like he was irresponsible to be humiliated. This feeling of being humiliated was too frustrating.

"stop!"

A voice came from behind the disciples of Lingcang Sect.

Hai Ao turned his head and looked at him, Taoist Lu Fang, the head teacher.

Seeing his head, the disciples of Lingcang Sect seemed to have found their backbone and surrounded him one after another.

"Master!"

"This group of beasts is really too much!"

...

Taoist Lu Fang looked at the arrogant people in Zhaoyue Pavilion and fell silent.

"Chancellor, if you speak, even if we have few people, we cannot be bullied like this!" Li Heng, a senior disciple of Lingcang Sect, said angrily.

"Yes! We are low in strength, but we should have backbone!"

...

Facing the angry Lingcang Sect disciples, the people in Zhaoyue Pavilion only watched the show. Zhao Lu stroked his cuffs and said impatiently: "What's Moji? Hurry up and hand over the things, barking like a dog, which makes people feel upset."

After seeing Taoist Lu Fang heard this, Hai Ao's upright back also bent.

"Master." Li Heng shouted anxiously.

Taoist Lu Fang looked at Yang Lin, then waved his hand to the others: "Forget it, let's give it to them."

The disciples of Lingcang Sect looked at their heads in disbelief, and their angry faces were filled with shock.

Zhao Lu watched his man take the things, smiled at the corner of his mouth. He slowly walked to Yang Lin, stretched out his hand and patted Yang Lin's chest: "It would be enough to give it to him a long time ago, why did he make such a fuss?"

"Go away."

Zhao Lu and Zhao Yue Pavilion left Lingcang Gate without anyone at this moment.

Hai Ao narrowed his eyes and looked at the backs of the people in Zhaoyue Pavilion as they left, and then looked back at the disciples on the spiritual field.

On the green and green spiritual field, the disciples of Lingcang Sect stood in place with their bodies straightened. Their faces were gray, their expressions were depressed, and their eyes were obvious but deeply enduring anger.

The originally harmonious and joyful Lingtian suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing.

Taoist Lu Fang looked at the back of his disciples, and his old face was filled with sadness and helplessness.

"Master, you go back first, let's clean up here." The eldest disciple Li Heng took the lead in packing up his mood. He came to Taoist Lu Fang and said softly.

Taoist Lu Fang closed his eyes, and then sighed overflowed from his mouth: "Thank you for your hard work, go back, take Elder Yang to the room."

"We don't work hard." Li Heng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Li Heng called Hai Ao to help him take Yang Lin back to the room.
Chapter completed!