I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

But when the Xinyou master kept calling himself a senior, Lin Meng couldn’t afford it. After all, although he has lived for thousands of years, in terms of the age of true practice and walking in the world, he is only 28 this year. I don’t know how much younger than Master Xinyou, he quickly said:

"Master doesn't need to be called that. Although I have been trapped for thousands of years in loneliness, but the age of walking in the world is less than 30 years old. How can I afford the predecessor of the master."

"Oh?"

Master Xinyou raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and revealed a smile like that. He put down the tea cup he had just picked up in his hand, changed his name and said:

"The poor monk's expectations are good. I have never seen a poor monk who can survive for thousands of years. But even the four or five hundred-year-old monks who are sealed under the stupa in the monastery are all deep-minded, not like yours. It’s so young."

Lin Meng nodded, his heart was worthy of being a generation of Xuantian sect, and he was really out of mind, and said in praise:

"Master has good eyesight!"

Then Master Xinyou nodded slightly and then asked, his tone becoming a little serious.

"It's not easy for people in this world to survive for more than three hundred years. Those who can live for more than three hundred years and still move freely are the only people who can live for more than three hundred years.

Even the four or five hundred-year-old monks under the stupa of Ten Thousand Buddhas City are just about to die, with only one blow, they are regarded as the foundation to guard the Buddha garden.

And your Excellency can survive for thousands of years in the world, even if, as your Excellency said, you are trapped in loneliness, but from the perspective of the poor monk, I am afraid... it is related to the saint."

When the word saint came out, Lin Meng's expression became more solemn. After all, talking about a saint is not a simple matter. A little carelessness will violate the taboo and attract the saint to steal.

"Yes, the master really knows everything!"

Lin Meng nodded, and after a moment of deep thought, he said:

"Under the tutelage of the Shijue Elders in Wuling City, I came to Ten Thousand Buddhas City to ask the master about this matter."

"Ten excellent old people..."

When Master Xinyou heard this name, he half-closed his eyes and repeated a low voice in his mouth, then raised his head to look at Lin Meng and said:

"Ten excellent old people in Wuling City in Dongzhou, the world's No. 1 saint is rumored. I didn't expect your Excellency to come from such a court. It really amazes the poor monks. You must be a peerless gun fairy who revived a generation of guns a thousand years ago, Fulong Gun Xianlin Mongolian.

In the mystery of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, although there is no record of this saint's real name and holy name, there are many records such as'Ten Jue Old Crazy Man' and'Ten Jue Old Monster'.

That is a legend who has led the subversion of several eras. The legend of the tenth king becoming a saint is fascinating.Even Your Excellency, as his disciple, is also a generation of peerless spear gods, and he has been enshrined in the spear temple so far."

Listening to Master Xinyou complimenting himself and his master so much, Lin Meng is so embarrassed. Thousands of years ago, he followed the master’s teachings and did not contaminate the cause and effect of other saints. He did not expect his master to be so vivid in other saints. The record.

As for old madmen and old monsters, even Lin Meng does not know why he calls his master like this. In Lin Meng’s view, although the master has acted cautiously and cautiously, he still does not use the two madness and blame. Words.

But Lin Meng wanted to return. Now that Master Xinyou took the initiative to bring up this topic, Lin Meng continued to follow the trend.

"Yes, when I came to Ten Thousand Buddhas City, I not only sent brothers to each other, but also had a little selfishness. I wanted to ask the master about my master and Wuling City. After all, it was a thousand years ago. You can’t find the original Wuling City in his memory."

However, Master Xinyou could not answer this question, shook his head and said:

"The poor monk also didn't know this. According to the secret book of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, just after the death of Zhou Yuan, the first emperor of the Dalong Dynasty thousands of years ago, a major earthquake occurred in Dongzhou. Rumor has it that there was a change in the sky and the wind and thunder.

Since then, the terrain of Dongzhou's mountains and rivers has greatly changed, and Wuling City seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and there is no trace in the world."

"Since then there is really no news or visions?"

Lin Meng frowned and asked.

"No."

Master Xinyou shook his head slightly and continued:

"The old man Shijue was the only saint who truly walked in the world thousands of years ago. Wuling City was once a holy place for people in the rivers and lakes to worship. He wanted to see the saint’s respect and look for the legendary good fortune. This lord knows it."

Lin Meng nodded, this matter is true. At the beginning, countless people rushed into Wuling City to look for the traces of Shijue old people, but how did they know that Wuling City is divided into two worlds, virtual and real. The master hides in the secret realm, and cannot enter without finding the entrance.

"But since the Great Transformation of East Continent, Wuling City disappeared, the monks of Jianghu went to search for Wuling City, but they couldn't find a piece of rubble.

For hundreds of years thereafter, in the place where Wuling City was originally located, no vision has occurred again, and it is only now that people's enthusiasm has gradually faded."

Lin Meng's brows frowned, and he was puzzled.It shouldn't be, the secret realm of all saints is a virtual realm based on the real realm that exists in reality.

If the real world is severely damaged or even if it is completely flattened and sunk into the ground, the virtual world will also be damaged and unstable, which will reveal some visions, allowing the predestined to enter the secret realm of the saint like a peach blossom source, and find earth-shattering good fortune.

This is recorded in the master’s notes. It is rumored that after the saint’s fall tens of thousands of years ago, there were many virtual realms that showed visions due to the fall of the saints or damage to the real world, which exposed some of the saint’s inheritance. But how can it be possible that the real world it relied on has disappeared and the virtual world has not revealed a vision for hundreds of years.

Lin Meng was puzzled in his heart. This is the constraint of the combination of reality and reality, even if his master has great abilities, he cannot avoid it.

When Master Xinyou saw Lin Meng’s puzzled look, he also turned his head. He knew that it was useless. The saint could measure it very well. Instead, he took out a palm-sized brown pottery jar from the cabinet under the tea table in front of him. Said:

"Although the poor monk doesn't know what the news is about the city without a tomb, the poor monk can still provide you with a little help and do his best."

After he finished speaking, Master Xinyou handed the vase to Lin Meng.

"What is this? Is it medicine?"

At first, Lin Meng didn't know what was in this pottery bottle. He just looked at the small bottle that looked like an immortality, shaking and hearing the sound of rolling inside. After receiving his hand, he gave a startled look at the opposite Xinyou master. .

Master Xinyou just smiled and didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and slightly raised it to make a request.

Then Lin Meng turned around to look at the small pottery bottle in his hand, thinking that this Xinyou Master would not harm him, so he opened the pottery bottle in his hand and poured out two ocher thumb-sized round round pills.

Lin Meng held these two medicines in one hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, and saw the pill inscription with the word "Heart" engraved on it, then turned around to look at Master Xinyou, and said in surprise:

"Is this a pill that the master personally trained?"

The so-called pill inscription is the inscription engraved on the pill by a famous alchemy master. One is to prevent counterfeiting and the other is to show his superb pill art, and this heart word just makes Lin Meng put it in front of him. Linked with the heart tour master.