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Since he had already said that, although the old man did not mind Lin Jin staying here for a few days, being taken advantage of like that was rather depressing.

After thinking about it, the old man looked at Lin Jin and smiled, then flew down the mountain, gently stepping on the branches at the top of the tree to god knows which mountain.

Seeing the old man's awe-inspiring movement skill, Lin Jin could not help but feel a sense of envy.

After about half an hour, Lin Jin only saw a green shadow flash behind the mountain and the old man once again appeared in front of him.

However, there were a few strings of unknown wild fruits in his hand. There were even some that were yellow and red in color. Moreover, there was a unique fragrance coming from them.

”Come, come, come. Although these wild fruits do not taste as good as the fruits outside, they are of great benefit to the Taoists. Come, have a taste.”

”Oh? ”Thank you for your age.” Lin Jin thanked him and quickly took the bunches of wild fruits and placed them aside. He thought to himself that he would eat them after he washed them.

”Hehe, no need to be polite. Although you don't have anything much to exchange with me, we are, after all, on the same path. Since outsiders were guests, it was only right to entertain them. Also, you and I are both cultivators, so there is no need to be so formal. What old man, you old man, it sounds weird, my common family name is Luo Mingdao, I have cultivated here for 4 to 50 years, if you want to call me Old Man Luo, Old Daoist Luo, then you can call me that. I don't need to say much. These few days, I have to go to the eastern mountains to gather gas. If you can't find the wild fruit in the mountain, I still have a fishing rod in my house. You can go fish and eat in the lake, and as for the other fire seasonings, put them in the kitchen next door, hmm! ”If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first.”

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Jin's reply, Luo Mingdao flew towards the eastern sun. He changed into a human figure, turned into a black dot, and disappeared into the forest far away.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, that he came and went as he pleased, Lin Jin could not help but smile bitterly. However, at least he had found some wild fruits for himself to satisfy his hunger.

These wild fruits were round and looked very clean and cute. According to his experience picking wild fruits in the Tung Shan and the countryside, they must be delicious.

However, Lin Jin was afraid that some insects might have crawled on the surface, so he brought them to the stream and washed them carefully. Then, he picked one and put it in his mouth.

But as he chewed, he suddenly felt an abnormally sour juice come out from the fruit. It seeped into the gaps between his teeth, and even the roots of his teeth became soft.

”Pfft!” After spitting out the wild fruit, Lin Jin shouted towards the direction the old man flew towards: ”Damn old Taoist, we're only staying here for a few days, there's no need to mess with me, is there?”

As soon as he finished cursing, layers and layers of echoes immediately reverberated through the numerous mountain peaks, startling a flock of birds.

Even after being scolded by Luo Mingdao in such a manner, Lin Jin still felt that his teeth were sore even after washing up for a long time.

He had not expected that a monk would have so many qualities, such simplicity of first impressions, the philistines and urchins who had offered to trade with him. It was really unpredictable how the human heart worked.

Having learnt his first lesson, he naturally did not dare to eat the remaining wild fruits. He could only throw them into the stream and watch as they were washed far away by the water.

Fortunately, Luo Mingdao did not lie when he said that there was a fishing rod in the house. Otherwise, he would have to go and drink some northwest wind wine. However, from the looks of it, this old fellow called Luo Mingdao was the same as him, a person who does not care about meat or meat!

The fishing rod was made from an old purple bamboo branch that was over three meters long. It was abnormally tough and looked as if it had been used for a long time. The fishing line was transparent and shiny, and as thin as a strand of hair. However, it was not like those common fishing line in the market, and he did not know what kind of material it was made of. The fishing hook was a pitch-black metal hook. A cold air emanated from the hook, and it did not seem like an ordinary item. However, all of these were not things that Lin Jin could understand.

Carrying the fishing rod to the lakeside, he saw that there was still some fog in the lake that had not dispersed. Without the wind, the fog was like a thin layer of gauze, quietly undulating on the surface of the lake, appearing abnormally quiet.

After digging a few small bugs and hanging them on the hook, Lin Jin found a clean rock to sit on and threw his fishing rod into the lake from a distance.

However, after he put down the fishing hook, he didn't feel the fish biting onto the hook. However, when he lifted up the fishing rod, the little bug on the hook had already disappeared. This caused him to feel a bit stuffy, so he had no choice but to hang another bug on the hook and throw it into the lake.