I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The noisy hall suddenly became quiet. After a while, the bald elder stood up and pointed at Lin Meng and said furiously:

"He is deceiving the crowd! He wants to destroy the hundreds of years of inheritance of my ancestors in the Golden Light Palace! He said that he was a fairy Linmeng and a disciple of a saint. I think it is also a fake! He's a complete liar!"

The elders echoed these words.

"It's extremely, extremely! I think it's time to shoot out my Golden Light Palace for these kind of deceitful liars!"

"That's right! Reasonable!"

After all, Sha Rui is a young man. No matter how calm and calm he is, he can’t cope with the scenes that make the Lord of the Golden Light a headache. He suddenly became confused and didn’t know what else to say.

"Ding Xiuzhu, the maid of the master, can prove that even the master admits it. How can you do this!"

It's okay not to say this, as soon as it was said, the elders pointed their brows at the Lord of the Golden Light.

"That's a conspiracy and reckless conspiracy for your master and apprentice to confuse my Golden Light Palace for hundreds of years!"

"I think that maid Ding Xiuzhu also has a problem, maybe she was bought by these two foreign crooks long ago!"

"Extremely right! Our palace lord might just be oversight for a while. He was fascinated by that maid and these two foreign liars' rhetoric, doing such a stupid act!"

"It must be so! I suggest that the maid Ding Xiuzhu who colluded with the outside to harm my Golden Light Palace be pulled out to rectify the Fa on the spot!"

"I agree!"

"The old man agrees too!"

Seeing that the fire not only burned the Golden Light Palace Master, but also Ding Xiuzhu, who was already innocent, Lin Meng couldn't sit still, stepped forward with a sneer, and immediately slapped a harsh word.

"I dare to swear in the name of my teacher, do you... dare to take it?"

Forcing a saint's disciple to swear in the name of a saint, that matter is a big deal, which is equivalent to beating a saint on the face. No one in the world dares to take such an oath.

The noisy and angry elders in the hall were all quiet for a while, looking at each other, and seeing Lin Meng's emboldened appearance, all of them felt lost.

If Lin Meng is really a disciple of the saint, then the Golden Light Palace forced him to swear in the name of the saint, wouldn't it have caused a terrible disaster!

Although the people of the Golden Light Palace sit on the well to watch the sky and pretend to be the descendants of the Holy Land, they are still not stupid. They all know that they and the others are just picking up a broken saint secret realm, and the incomplete saint inheritance, compared to a living true Saint, what are all these?

But there are still some elders who have a dead duck mouth and defended:

"You are going to pretend to be here! We really don't know anything about the outside world when we stay in the Golden Light Palace? The Fulong Gun Xianlin Meng, who has been enshrined in the Temple of Guns for thousands of years, has been dead for many years. In addition to being sanctified, how can you live to the present? Could it be that you are a saint and fail!"

Lin Meng sneered, hehe sneered:

"How can the saint's methods be something you can guess? I still said that, if you don't believe my origin, I can swear in the name of my teacher, as long as...you dare to take it?"

At this point, they were dead, and some of the elders began to waver and whispered to each other.

"This matter is rather believable. If it really provokes the dissatisfaction of the saint, no matter how powerful our Golden Light Palace is, it will not be enough for others to slap it."

"Yes! Judging from his appearance, he is full of confidence. I don't worry about us forcing him to swear. If he is really a disciple of a saint, how can such an identity tell us lies in front of us?"

Seeing this scene, the somewhat tired Golden Light Palace Master nodded gratifyingly and cast a grateful look at Lin Meng, knowing that the overall situation had been determined and the Golden Light Palace could be born.

But after the elders discussed in private for a while, the answers they gave made the Golden Light Palace Master, Lin Meng and others frowned.

The one who spoke was still the elder with long beard, who seemed to have a high status among the elders.

The person insisted that he did not waver, and said:

"Even if you are really a disciple of a saint, even if what you say is true,

"Why is this? Is it possible that you are willing to be a bird in this frog cage at the bottom of the well forever?"

Lin Meng was surprised and couldn't help asking.

The elder shook his head and said proudly:

"Even if it doesn't help me to put the Golden Light Palace in the outside world, I am still sitting in such a secret peach garden, and I am free and comfortable, why should I go to participate in the outside affairs and set the fire?"

Lin Meng suddenly sneered, understood the thoughts of these elders, and laughed:

"Do you really think this broken saint secret realm is what indestructible tortoise shell? Can you protect you from such a leisurely and comfortable life?"

"Of course! The saint's secret realm will not be discovered and impossible to enter unless it opens the door by chance and coincidence. And the secret realm of the person in the Golden Light Palace will never have such an accident, and it is naturally disaster-free. No harm protects me and waits until forever. And those who have the ability and means to break into the Holy Land, why bother on my Golden Light Palace such a broken Holy Land and the broken saint inheritance?"

The long-bearded elder replied with a loud voice, apparently very confident about the tortoise-shell saint secret realm.

Lin Meng couldn't help laughing, pointing to the old man with long beards and saying:

"Say you are the birds in the frog cage at the bottom of the well, you are not happy! Don't you know that people in this world who have a special line do these things of stealing the unowned holy land and the holy tomb, these people are the source searchers or the heavenly masters? , If they want to attack your Golden Light Palace secret realm, they can naturally come in easily!"

Elder Long Beard's complexion suddenly became dark, and he said solemnly:

"Although I am standing still, it is the bird in the frog cage at the bottom of the well, but I also know what your Excellency said. Don't you know how rare the lineage of this source-seeking master and heavenly master is, than that of the true Gua master The number is still several times smaller! It is a good thing to say that it is rare in the world, and it may even be cut off!"

The degree of danger in the unowned sacred place and the tomb of the saint is definitely not low, even Lin Meng, as a genuine saint disciple, is unwilling to go to such a place to try his luck.

But wealth and wealth are in danger, and since ancient times, there have been many courageous or distressed source seekers or celestial masters who ventured to explore the dilapidated holy land and the tomb of the saint.

Therefore, deaths and injuries are common in the inheritance of this line, and the degree of danger is far greater than that of the magician or the hexagram master. It is said that all died in the holy land or the tomb of the saint, and the inheritance is not impossible.

Ke Linmeng still argued for reasons:

"Even if there are few people, it doesn't mean there is no one! Could the elders dare to subscribe to this package ticket to find the source of the source, the celestial master's line has been cut off? Even if there is one person left, coupled with some coveted forces on the Golden Light Palace, you are the biggest The confidence of the seemingly unbreakable saint's secret realm disappeared like smoke with a finger!"

Elder Long Beard's complexion was even more gloomy. He who had not been impatient or impatient at this time finally snorted and slammed his sleeves:

"The old man can't guarantee that there will be, and you don't dare to have it, but the fact is that if the old man and others can't see such an expert, they will never agree to take the risk of being born in the Golden Light Palace!"

"This……"

Lin Meng frowned and was speechless. He never expected that this old man with beard was so shrewd that he would throw such a big problem to himself.

There are countless people and monks in the whole world, and the vast land within the five continents is even more expansive, especially those monks who are in the line of seeking origin and living in the mountains and the wild.

It is as difficult as finding a needle in a seabed to find the few earth masters and celestial masters among the tens of thousands of monks in the boundless continents.

This difficult problem instantly left Lin Meng at a loss, and Palace Master Golden Light and Sha Rui frowned at the same time, not knowing what to do.

The scene stood in a stalemate for a moment, when Wu Chan suddenly put his hands together and said the Buddha's name with a smile and agreed to the matter.

This horrified Lin Meng, and everyone promised that if he had to answer this matter, there would be no chance to talk about it again. But if you really want to find the earth teacher, where to look for others.

Lin Meng hurriedly asked Wuchan Transmission:

"You monk, why are you crazy? How can you easily promise this kind of thing? Could it be that you really have clues to such earth and celestial masters?"

Just listen to the quiet voice of Wuzen smile and return.

"The little monk has always had great luck."

luck?Excellent?

What Lin Meng heard was the blue veins on his forehead jumping, and even a little couldn't help but want to hammer the monk who said bad things on the ground.

But the tree was done, and the moment Wu Chan gave his answer, the long-bearded elder quickly responded, and there was no room for reversal.

Lin Meng had no choice but to bite the bullet and the next thing that was almost impossible to accomplish, in the bottom of my heart already felt that the Golden Light Palace was hopeless.