Linxuanzhuan

Eighteen-year-old Song Lin woke up and found that she was in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China. She was so frightened that she suddenly discovered that she was actually a direct disciple of Qingfeng Temple. She just breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to huddle in the mountains to grow vegetables and raise chickens. Whichever comes first, tomorrow or the accident, is the accident. Song Lin stood in the lobby with a puzzled look on his face: "What big deal requires me to take action?" Taoist Master Yiqing looked solemn, "I received a letter from a friend. Strange things are happening frequently in Anning Town. I suspect evildoers are causing trouble. I'll leave this matter to you." Song Lin leaned forward and pointed at his nose, his eyes full of wisdom. "Me?" Taoist Master Yiqing searched around on his body and finally took out a crumpled piece of talisman paper and said carefully: "The situation at the bottom of the mountain is chaotic. This is an air defense and bullet avoidance charm. You must carry it with you." "Ixkosmi?" Song Lin roared, his little face twisted, and he used the air defense and bullet avoidance talisman...