half demon glass

Chapter 100 I Can't Remember
"I don't remember." Lin Sishen turned his head coldly, and was about to continue on the bridge when he was stopped by the old monk.

"Benefactor, wait a moment!"

"Dare to ask the benefactor Fang's name, but is his surname Lin?" The old monk chased after him relentlessly.

Lin Sishen seemed to feel that something was wrong, the flute in his hand turned slightly, and directly stopped the old monk who was about to hold his hand.

"If you want to rush to your death, I can throw you into the sea and wish you early bliss."

Who would have thought that Lin Sishen's words had reached this level, the old monk was not only not angry, but even knelt down in front of him with a 'plop'.

When he knelt like this, everyone was taken aback, especially the old Taoist priest beside him who knew his details, his eyes widened in shock...

The abbot of Qingci Temple in Mount Wutai, who has he kneeled before?

Not only them, even Lin Sishen seemed a little surprised to see the old monk kneel down to him.

"Why do you do this?"

Under the old monk's pious face, there was a little helplessness.

"Benefactor Lin, when you visited Mount Wutai 38 years ago, I was just a little monk. It is normal for you not to remember me."

"But your flash of surprise that time is still deeply imprinted in my memory. I never thought that I would still see you once in my lifetime."

"Back then, you gave Qingci Temple a good fortune and saved us from a catastrophe. We, the whole temple, have never been able to repay you. If you need something, our whole temple will do what you can."

The old monk was very sincere, even if I didn't understand it, I was a little moved when I heard his words.

Not only was Lin Sishen unmoved, his face was a little restless, and he turned around directly, completely ignoring him.

"My surname is not Lin. You have misunderstood me. I don't need help from others. If you have nothing to do, don't get in my way."

"Benefactor Lin..."

The old monk seemed to have a lot to say, he stared blankly at Lin Sishen's leaving back, and finally swallowed all the words that came to his lips.

Lin Sishen led us onto the bridge, his whole face gloomy and scary, as if he didn't even want to mention what happened 38 years ago. The young novice monk 38 years ago is now an old man, but Lin Sishen is still the same.

Not only did the years not leave any marks on his body, but even his temperament did not change in the slightest.

I was curious about his identity, and even more curious about his past, but I was too embarrassed to ask directly.

After thinking about it, I said behind him, "Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to be quite a hero."

He gave me a cold look, "Look at the road."

Only then did I realize that the wooden boards on the cable bridge had been somewhat corroded, and some places were pitted, and could fall from it if I was not careful.

As I walked all the way, my eyes were all on him, and I almost stepped on a void.

Perhaps it was Lin Sishen's mystery that calmed down the group of people, and perhaps it was the old monk's kneeling that refreshed everyone's perception.

After we stepped onto the cable bridge, no one dared to do anything to the bridge ropes even though they were unwilling in every possible way.

So much so that when we walked across this cable bridge, which is hundreds of meters long, suspended on the sea and constantly swayed by the wind, we felt particularly relaxed.

It wasn't until after landing that Lin Sishen turned his head and glanced at the people on the other side of the bridge.

"Among their group, there are a few little monsters. The smell on their bodies is very close to the smell left by the temple on the top of the mountain."

When Lin Sishen spoke, he spoke to me.

I just remembered that when we appeared just now, almost everyone's eyes fell on him.

But there are people like five or six who have been staring at me and Yun Qingtian from the beginning to the end.

"Is that the fat bald guy in colorful clothes?" I asked Lin Sishen.

(End of this chapter)