I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, and snow was flying everywhere.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and found himself lying on a warm earthen kang.

The walls of the house were tattered, barely blocking the wind and snow.

There were still many small cracks on the sides of the doors and windows, and the biting cold wind came in, whistling in the room.

"What is this test about?"

Lin Xuan let out a breath, lifted the cotton-padded clothes and quilt on his body, and sat up straight.

In addition to his cloth shoes, there was also a coarse cloth bag on the floor beside the bed.

A little old man with gray hair was curled up on the bag and taking a nap.

The little old man was dressed thinly, and there was a small stove next to him.

There were a few pieces of burning charcoal in the stove, making a crackling sound.

But in the room that was like an ice cave, the heat emitted by the small stove was simply a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning.

"This room is well ventilated, so carbon monoxide poisoning shouldn't happen..."

"But the environment is pretty tough."

Lin Xuan got off the kang, put on his shoes, put his cotton coat on the white-haired old man, and walked to the window to look at the snow.

He should be in a small northern town. Outside the window were low-rise houses, mostly covered with ice and snow, which made people feel cold.

But it's okay. Lin Xuan's physical fitness is roughly equivalent to that of a martial artist.

Although he can't be said to be completely immune to the cold, he should only feel the cold in extreme areas such as Antarctica and snowy mountains.

The temperature outside is only about 20 degrees below zero, which doesn't have much impact.

"Hmm, huh? Are you awake?"

The old man slept very lightly, and woke up in a moment and raised his head.

Looking at Lin Xuan standing by the window, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he said happily.

The old man had a handsome appearance and a rather elegant temperament, but there was a hint of sadness between his eyebrows.

"Have I slept for a long time?"

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he asked directly.

"About two days, I passed by here the day before yesterday and saw you sleeping in the snow, so I asked someone to carry you here."

"Seeing that you were still not awake, I took the initiative to prescribe you a prescription and sent you some medicine."

The old man's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and his expression was a little proud: "It's good to have many skills. For scholars like us, learning the art of Qi Huang may also be useful."

"So that's the case, thank you for your help, old sir!"

Lin Xuan bowed his hands in greeting: "May I ask your name, old sir? Thanks to you for saving me this time, I should thank you."

After going around for a long time, Lin Xuan still hasn't figured out what this trial is about.

It can't be a return of favor, right?

"Hahaha! It's too cliché to thank each other all the time, so let's forget it."

"It's interesting to say that an old friend of mine wrote a poem a few years ago. The poet's literary talent is mediocre, and the poem is also very vulgar and simple, which is not worthy of being in the hall of elegance."

"But there is a sentence in it, 'We are both wanderers in the world, why do we have to know each other when we meet', which is quite interesting."

The little old man laughed and said, "You and I are both wanderers in the world, and it's a bit cliché to deliberately get to know each other, so why not say goodbye now."

"Bai Juyi's literary talent is mediocre, but it's okay..."

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he tried to ask, "Senior, are you Mr. Changli?"

The poem comes from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

If this information is correct, then the current time point should be the era of Emperor Xianzong or Emperor Muzong of the Tang Dynasty.

There are still many celebrities active.

"Hmm?" The old man was slightly startled, with some surprise in his eyes: "How did you recognize me, young man?"

"Sir, you are so elegant and you must be a great scholar. I will make a bold guess."

Although many people are dissatisfied with Bai Juyi, Bai's level of poetry is still obvious to all, and not many people have the confidence to directly say that he is not good.

Even in later generations, only a few people such as Su Shi dared to comment that "Yuan is frivolous and Bai is vulgar", thinking that Yuan Zhen's poems are frivolous and Bai Juyi's poems are vulgar.

As for the same period as Bai, who dared to be so weird about him...

It should be only Mr. Han who was very incompatible with Bai because of "respecting Du and suppressing Li".

Well, "Li and Du's articles are still there, and their brilliance is thousands of feet long. I don't know that the children are stupid, so why slander them deliberately. It's ridiculous to shake a big tree with an ant..."

This person is quite good at making indirect accusations, and directly used "children" to refer to Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi.

"I am old, but I still can't practice the Qi-nourishing Kung Fu. As the saying goes, "too much talk leads to mistakes", the ancients are not deceiving me."

"Since you know my identity, you naturally understand that it is inconvenient to travel with me. Why don't we go our separate ways."

Han Yu shook his head and smiled, took out a silver ingot from his bag, thought about it and took off his cotton coat, and said casually: "Keep this silver for your expenses. It's very cold outside. You can also wear this cotton coat. I asked the store to buy another one, which should be here soon."

"To be honest, I am a martial artist, and I am young and energetic. These things are useless."

Lin Xuan understood Taixu Huanjing's idea a little, and smiled and said: "It seems that the old gentleman has some unspeakable secrets. You can tell me. Maybe I can also help a little to show my gratitude."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan slowly walked to the center of the room and shook his body vigorously.

Blood was gushing out of his body like a waterfall, and the scholar's robe Lin Xuan was wearing suddenly fluttered, like a flag in the wind.

The next moment, a strong wind blew through the whole room, like a typhoon passing through, making the walls crackle.

"This, this..."

Han Yu was a little stunned: "You look so gentle, but you are actually a hero."

"Not a hero, but it's good to have many skills. It's also useful for scholars like me to learn some martial arts."

"It's really good to learn some martial arts..."

Han Yu felt that this sentence was familiar, and sighed: "Why did you look like that when I met you before?"

"Maybe you were possessed at that time. This kind of thing is common for martial artists. It's not surprising."

Lin Xuan felt the power flowing in his body and made an excuse: "What's the problem, old man? You can always talk about it."

After practicing martial arts, although Lin Xuan also has the fierce fighting style of Fantianyin.

But usually he pays attention to the clear and elegant, and he hasn't used his physical strength for a long time.

"It's not surprising that he has gone astray and is possessed by a demon?"

Han Yu was a little unsure and decided not to dwell on this topic: "Everyone knows what I have done, so it's okay to tell you."

"Please go ahead, sir."

"There is a pagoda in Famen Temple, which contains a finger bone relic of Sakyamuni. The pagoda is opened every thirty years. This time, the emperor proposed to welcome the Buddha's bones to the palace and offer them for three days."

"This move was very impressive, and the monks used it to make money. The princes and common people rushed to donate. The people gave up their businesses and went bankrupt, burning their heads and arms to seek support, and there were countless people."

"I think that the Buddha was originally a barbarian, who spoke a different language from China and wore different clothes; he didn't know the righteousness of the monarch and the ministers, and the love between father and son."

"If the Buddha was still alive, he would come to the capital according to the order of his country, and the emperor would receive him and give him some rewards. That's fine."

"But the Buddha has been dead for a long time now, and only his withered bones are left, which is very evil. It is ridiculous to waste people's money and money to bring him into the palace."

"In my opinion, the withered bones should be thrown into water and fire to permanently eliminate the root, end the doubts of the world, and eliminate the confusion of future generations. Only then will it be happy."

"So I wrote a letter to advise against welcoming the Buddha's bones, but I didn't expect to anger the emperor and was demoted to Chaozhou. Now I am at Languan, exhausted by the wind and dust."

Han Yu sighed, his expression a little depressed, and said loudly: "Where is my home with clouds across the Qinling Mountains? The snow blocked Languan and the horse could not move forward."

"So that's it."

Lin Xuan understood in his heart and nodded: "Since the old gentleman is blocked by the wind and snow, I have nothing to do, so I will send the old gentleman off."

This old man Han's writing is a top-notch article.

But when it comes to talking, his emotional intelligence is not very high.

The remonstrance even said that after the Eastern Han Dynasty, emperors who worshipped Buddhism were all short-lived.

This made Tang Xianzong Li Chun, who believed in Buddhism, so angry that he thought he would "live long and long" and almost sentenced Han Yu to death. He was persuaded by his ministers to change it to a lower position.

However, from the perspective of later generations, Master Han was not wrong...

If I remember correctly, a few months later, Tang Xianzong Li Chun was stabbed to death by eunuch Chen Hongzhi and others, and the crown prince Li Heng ascended the throne as Tang Muzong.

He was indeed a short-lived ghost.

"It's not that simple. I wrote in my letter of remonstrance, 'If Buddha has spirit, he can bring disaster. If there is any disaster, it should be imposed on me. God will see through it, and I will not regret it.'"

"Now that I am alive and well, it seems that Buddha is a liar. Buddhism will find me for both emotional and rational reasons."

Han Yu said calmly: "I am old, and I don't care about life and death. It's okay to bury my bones in Languan. You are young, but you don't have to die in vain."

"This world is indeed a bit unbearable."

Lin Xuan nodded: "But you are a famous official and a leader in the literary world, and others dare not mobilize troops to attack you. If there are only a few assassins, who knows who will die in vain."

The status of civil servants in the Tang Dynasty was far inferior to that of the Song Dynasty, and social security was also quite problematic.

Even when the world-famous poet Wang Changling passed through Haozhou, the governor of Haozhou, Lu Qiuxiao, was jealous of his talent and could ignore his court position and stab him to death on the spot.

Nowadays, Buddhism has a high status, so there is really no need to care too much about Han Yu who has lost his power.

"That's true, but those bald men are rich and powerful, and most of the assassins they sent are elite."

"Since the old man has put life and death aside, just follow me out of the retreat."

Lin Xuan smiled: "Now I am a hero, and I am not afraid of life and death."

Han Yu: "..."

***

Languan Snowland

Lin Xuan carried a two-meter-long red spear, stepped on the snow, and walked side by side with Han Yu.

The spear light was like lightning, flashing a ferocious light.

This was made by Lin Xuan himself in the blacksmith shop in the town. Both the hardness and toughness far exceeded the limit of ordinary blacksmiths.

A few hundred meters behind the two, there was a small caravan of 20 to 30 people, following behind them.

"There is a small town seven or eight miles ahead where we can have a good rest."

"It seems that my guess was wrong. Those people are still a little cautious and dare not be too blatant."

Han Yu smiled and said, "Just now, the caravan followed us. I was a little nervous, fearing that they were disguised as thieves."

"The old man guessed correctly. The traces of the caravan in the snow were very shallow, and it was obviously empty."

Lin Xuan said lightly, "It's okay to do business in the heavy snow, but it's obviously not a good intention to leave an empty car behind us."

"Then why don't they take action?"

"Maybe they are a little afraid of my big gun and plan to wait for the reinforcements ambushed in the town ahead to join them."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "It's about time. I'll go meet them."

"It's about time?"

"Walking in the snow will consume physical strength. The old man's current state should be far worse than when we were full and satisfied just now."

Lin Xuan smiled and walked towards the caravan alone: ​​"This matter is a double result with half the effort."

Han Yu: "..."

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Seeing Lin Xuan approaching with a gun, the caravan leader stopped and shouted with a copper stick in his hand.

"You have followed me all the way, and you still want to ask who I am?"

"Humph!"

"It seems that you are not too familiar with each other. Did someone offer a large reward and you accepted it without knowing the consequences, so you got together?"

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly, and he smiled: "You leaders should all be monks, right?"

"How do you know... so brave!"

The leader shouted, jumped up suddenly, and smashed Lin Xuan with the copper stick in his hand with a sharp force.

Lin Xuan stepped back half a step, stretched out his spear, and backhanded it.

The spear twisted into a startling arc and crashed onto the copper stick.

The leader screamed and his mouth exploded.

The next moment, Lin Xuan's spear twisted like a spiral and pierced the leader's heart.

Tai Chi Spear!

Although Lin Xuan didn't have much internal strength and couldn't use the endless skills of the God of War Atlas.

But his understanding of Tai Chi itself was not compromised at all.

"It's a bit tricky, everyone be careful, shoulder to shoulder!"

Seeing that the leader was killed in one move, the remaining people were horrified and took out their hidden weapons.

With the whistling of the energy, they rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"This line is quite retro."

Lin Xuan did not retreat but advanced. His arm shook, and the whole spear seemed to be a poisonous snake, quickly hitting a strong man holding a ring knife.

With the help of the momentum, the spear stretched forward and pierced the man's throat.

A slight tearing sound was heard, and the man's head was directly lifted up by the spear, flying into the air with a shower of blood.

On the white snow, plum blossoms suddenly appeared.

The head fell to the ground, and the hat was flicked off, revealing the original bald head.

"It's really a monk."

The next moment, the eight-foot-long spear was spread in the air, turning into a thousand spear shadows.

The two big men who came from both sides screamed like pigs before they got close, and burst into blood.

"Kill!"

The sound of bows and crossbows sounded, and more than a dozen arrows shot at Lin Xuan like a storm.

No one expected that Lin Xuan would be so strong.

Just a face-to-face, the best martial artists were killed one by one.

The rest of the people immediately gave up those little thoughts and shared the same hatred.

"This feels quite real..."

Lin Xuan turned his spear and used Tai Chi round power to block half of the bows and arrows.

Then, Lin Xuan felt a pain in his left shoulder and right leg, and his body stiffened slightly.

This was the pain of the arrow shooting into the flesh and being blocked by the bones.

Without thinking too much, Lin Xuan suddenly pounced forward and swept his spear with force.

Screams rang out, and several big men were swept away by Lin Xuan, their bones broken and their muscles torn, and their flesh and blood blurred.

At the same time, a big man in yellow clothes performed the ground hall sword technique, rolling on the snow like a fox, and appeared beside Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan swung his spear, knocked the big man's long sword away, and stabbed it into the big man's chest.

The big man roared, hugged Lin Xuan's right foot, and died.

"Is it so fierce?"

Lin Xuan's body stagnated slightly, and several long swords around him chopped down his shoulders and head.

Lin Xuan swung his two-foot-long spear, swept the long sword away, and then threw it hard.

The spear was thrown out like a meteor, piercing the chest of a leader who was about to fire a signal arrow.

With the remaining strength, he lifted the opponent's body, flew several meters away, and nailed it to the ground.

"This kid has lost his gun, let's kill him at close range."

The big men were also elite, and each of them had several lives on their hands, and they were not afraid of death.

Seeing Lin Xuan so brave, everyone was also aroused and rushed forward.

"This wave of blood profit..."

In the roar of the dragon that resounded through the world, Lin Xuan pushed forward with both palms, and a "Shock Hundred Miles" was rolled forward.

Like a thunderclap in the ground, the extremely explosive thunder sound exploded in everyone's ears.

Yin and Yang Qi, move both palms, thunder, shock a hundred miles!

Lin Xuan's palm power gathered Yin and Yang, like a wind dragon, sweeping in all directions.

One by one, the strong men were broken and thrown into the air by the palm power.

Blood spurted out continuously, and the blood-red on the ground expanded rapidly.

"Lucky, it went pretty smoothly."

Lin Xuan turned around and slapped the two old men who ran towards Han Yu in the chaos to death. He stopped and pulled out the arrows on his body.

In less than a cup of tea, there was no one alive around except Lin Xuan and Han Yu.

"You, you..."

Han Yu was dumbfounded: "Are you okay?"

"Just a superficial wound."

Lin Xuan moved and pulled out the spear.

"Skin wound..., cough, how did you kill them all in the end?"

"It's a set of palm techniques, called the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Lin Xuan smiled: "I haven't used it for a long time, but fortunately it's not rusty yet."

"I understand!"

Han Yu's eyes flashed: "You deliberately used that spear to pretend to be bad at close combat and lure them close, but in fact, you are best at close combat?"

"Isn't this normal?"

Lin Xuan looked at the mountain road in the distance: "They have a large number of people, and they have bows and crossbows. If you don't have to be careful, I may not be able to protect the old gentleman."

"I am dragging you down."

Han Yu sighed: "Let's go to the town. Your injury needs to be taken care of at least."

"It's not over yet..."

Lin Xuan looked away, took a few steps forward, and looked toward the end of the mountain road with a spear.

The next moment, there was a thunderous sound of horse hooves like a storm.

A team of more than a hundred horse thieves broke into the tranquility of the snow and swarmed in.

"Archers, get ready, nock your arrows!"

Seeing the scattered corpses all around, the leader of the horse thieves showed a look of shock and anger, reined in his horse a hundred meters away, and shouted.

"yes!"

More than fifty archers drew their strong bows like the full moon, and fifty arrows shining with cold light were aimed at Lin Xuan and the two of them.

"How can ordinary horse thieves be so strict? If they are not under the command of several Jiedu envoys, they are also elite monk soldiers."

"I didn't expect that in order to kill me, there was such a huge outcry."

Han Yu sighed and seemed a little uninterested: "Little brother, you are very skilled in martial arts, so let's go."

"If I had to leave, I would have left long ago."

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, mopped the floor with his long spear, and walked forward slowly: "This time, we should be in harmony with Buddhism, but to do this, it can be regarded as a trick of fate."

"How dare you speak arrogant words even when you are about to die!"

The leader of the horse thieves was furious and shouted: "Fire a volley of arrows!"

Densely packed arrows shot through the air, and strong winds blew, like a black tide, shooting towards Lin Xuan from all directions.

Lin Xuan swung his spear, drew half a Tai Chi seal, and then stopped.

There is no need for him to take action anymore.

If there is no time, the sound of the flute sounds from nowhere, turning into a heaven and earth net made of sound waves, spreading across the sky and the earth.

The arrows all over the sky were chopped into powder while they were still in the air, and disappeared.

The sound wave rolled forward like a sea wave, and more than a hundred dumbfounded horse thieves screamed at the same time and disappeared into thin air.

The fairy wind surged and turned into colorful flowers everywhere, covering the entire snowfield like a carpet.

The flowers are so beautiful!

"..."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then sighed thoughtfully: "Xiang'er, have you become an immortal?"

"Even if you achieve the immortal status, you should never forget your love."

The breeze blew and turned into a graceful young man holding a flute.

The young master sighed softly and bowed deeply to Han Yu and Lin Xuan: "Xiao Ke Han Xiang, meet my uncle, thank you Daoist Lin very much!"

"Good! Good to you too!"

Han Yu nodded, with some relief in his eyes.

"This time, Fellow Daoist Han hastily intervened. There must be a price, right?"

Lin Xuan returned the salute and frowned.

"Xiao Xian doesn't know why Fellow Daoist Lin's trial turned out like this. I think it was destined..."

Han Xiangzi shook his head: "My dear fellow Taoist Lin, all his actions have won my heart. All the frustrations in my heart have been dissipated, and my thoughts are clear. I have been punished by the Great Heavenly Lord this time, and I have no regrets."

"Fellow Taoist, please take care of yourself."

Lin Xuan nodded and saluted Han Yu again: "Mr. Han, take care."

Thunder breaks out from the ground!

The next moment, thunder rolled down from the sky, tearing the illusion into pieces.

"In the past, Han Wengong was involved in Buddhist cause and effect, but he suffered backlash and died of a serious illness."

"Little Han didn't get permission from the Great Heavenly Lord, so he was unable to come down to earth to save him. He has been depressed for hundreds of years. The sound of the flute is so sad that even I can't listen to it."

"Now Brother Lin's trial has made Xiao Han think clearly, and he seems to have some enlightenment."

Zhong Liquan let out a sullen sigh: "Speaking of it this way, we Eight Immortals owe someone a favor."

"You can find a chance to repay the favor, but what exactly is this test about?"

Tieguai Li stared at the broken picture and murmured: "Why does the old cripple feel that something is not right?"

"Originally it might have been a 'letter', roughly a promise of a thousand pieces of gold and a life without regrets, etc."

Zhong Liquan hesitated for a moment: "However, I also feel... something is not right. This illusion seems to contain a lot of private goods..."

"The old cripple was right, this time it's almost like 'destroy the Buddha'..."

Tieguai Li smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't the relationship between the Great Heavenly Lord and Lingshan pretty good? Why did this happen all of a sudden?"

"It may involve Brother Lin's Tao, which is not exactly what the Great Heavenly Lord meant..."

"Of course, the actions of the Great Heavenly Lord have always been unpredictable, and it is not for you or me to make wild guesses."

Zhong Liquan sighed: "The next few tests should all be about asking questions, so keep reading."