I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Then... Since seniors can't do it, can the saint of this Luxiang..."

Not giving up, tentatively stretched out a finger and pointed upward and asked carefully.

The old man stopped the hammer in his hand, took a look at Zhengjue, and then at both Lin Meng.

"The unpredictable power of a saint is beyond my imagination. It must be omnipotent. It just so happens that both of you are disciples of Master Xinyou, and both of you are here to find saints, walking together numbly. Don't bother you in front of the old man. "

"Can you really see a saint?"

Zhengjue's eyes were bright and he couldn't believe it, Lin Meng sneered forward and pulled Zhengjue's wrist, dragging him into the furnace chamber.

"Let's go, this saint has to meet by ourselves."

"How do you see?"

Zhengjue followed Lin Meng and the two towards the depths of the furnace chamber, and flew up and down a channel straight up and down behind his head.

"Solving the puzzle, there is a saint's test above. As long as you can solve the saint's test, you can see the saint and get a saint's good fortune."

Three-pointers flew in the passage, Lin Meng pointed upwards, flying for a while but still couldn't see the top.

"What is the test of the saint?"

Zhengjue seemed to be asking a question one after another, and it broke the momentum of the casserole to the end. Lin Meng was a little helpless when he heard it, rubbing his temple and sighed.

"Where did I know, it's not that nice to see it anyway."

"Don't worry, if it's a puzzle, there will be no problem. I am the first talented and intelligent disciple of the young generation in Ten Thousand Buddha City!"

Zhengjue confidently patted his chest, and both Lin Meng sneered in response.

"Ha ha!"

After a while, the three of them finally reached the top, flew out of the passage, and came to a huge stone chamber hewn from black rock. It was tens of feet long, more than ten feet wide, and two feet high. The surrounding rock walls were evenly covered. With some torches embedded, the room is not dark, it's just a bit dim.

At the end of the stone room is a huge portal, which seems to be made of some kind of black copper, which is integrated with the four walls of the stone room, like the tip of an iceberg.

The door is tightly closed and there is no gap opened by any words. In the center is carved the head of a pan-horned ram, exactly like the statue on the melting furnace outside.

This is the hearth of the melting furnace, and at the end of the door is the secret realm where the saint is.

"Come on, let me see what the saint puzzle on this portal is."

Zhengjue clapped his hands, walked to the door carelessly, looked at the line of characters shining with fire on it, and read it out.

"Well... There are no lengths or shortcomings in life, and there are always dead words. Is this the saint puzzle?"

Zhengjue turned his head and asked Lin Meng behind him, both of them were puzzled by the words on the door. Lin Meng nodded and sat down immediately.

"Presumably let us think about the second half of the sentence together, and brainstorm together."

Zhengjue and Wuchan, two monks dressed like Tai Chi Pisces in one white and one black, also sat cross-legged. I wonder what kind of machine the saint is playing.

None of the three are Confucian scholars from the various schools of thought. Lin Meng is a martial arts genius who knows nothing about these literary things except for enlightenment and practice. After thinking about it for a long time, he tried to break his head but he just didn’t figure it out. .

"Oh, how good would Mr. Lin be here."

Lin Meng sighed, and missed Lin Jin in his heart. With Lin Jin's book collection, he was known as the world's number one intellectual brain, and he must be able to easily solve the sage puzzle and bring himself and others in.

After a while, Wu Chan whispered with some uncertainty, "Even if you can't hide from dead words, should you stay innocent in the world?"

Lin Meng's eyes lit up and looked towards Wuchan, and he was delighted. He didn't expect this monk to come up with it.

But then, the flames in the eyes of the head of the ram on the upper plate of the portal flickered, and a cold voice appeared out of thin air and echoed in everyone's mind.

"no!"

Lin Mengbai was happy,

Although Wu Chan's sentence did not solve the mystery of the saint, he heard it in the ears of Enlightenment, but it seemed to remind him, and he immediately said loudly:

"Die sooner or later, you have to die, how many days are the days!"

Lin Meng sneered when he heard this, pointing to Zhengjue and smiling from ear to ear.

"There are no lengths or shorts in life, there is always a dead word. You will die sooner or later. How many days are the days? Hahaha! Don't be funny, you really think that this saint is so superficial to come out with this puzzle Thin..."

In Lin Meng's view, this sentence of Zhengjue was so ridiculous that it blended the profound meaning of the previous sentence, and it was absolutely impossible to solve the saint puzzle.

"Rumble..."

Before Lin Meng's joke was finished, there was a sound from the portal, and the huge portal was pulled up directly into the rock wall above, revealing the scene inside.

The door opened...opened...

The sound of Lin Meng's jokes stopped abruptly, and both He Wuchan looked at the slowly opening door and closed their mouths from ear to ear, actually making Zhengjue the monk right!

"Let's go, I will say that I am the most talented young disciple in Ten Thousand Buddhas City, and I will surely solve the saint puzzle."

Zhengjue stood up proudly, clapped his hands as if he was done, and walked into the door first.

Lin Meng and the two hurriedly got up to follow, Lin Meng couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this Tiangong saint had been alone for a long time, and he was so boring to set the answers to the exam questions like this.

The secret realm inside the portal was dark, like a cemetery overgrown with weeds. As far as we can see, there are loess all over the ground, yellowish weeds are in patches, and small one-foot-high graves are endless, and every grave is inserted. With a weapon, or a knife or a sword or a gun, there are eighteen weapons.

Lin Meng's eyes lit up when he saw these weapons, and immediately exclaimed:

"All of them are magic weapons! Every quality can be ranked in the top 15 of the famous sword list! Who is this who stayed here, and what is this grave bag? Is this what Tiangong Saints gave to those The good fortune of the person who passed the test?"

People in martial arts can refuse wealth, power, beauty, and even the treasures of heaven and earth, but there are only two things that cannot be refused, martial arts secrets and magic weapons!

Coming to a place like a sword grave here, looking at hundreds of magic weapons that might even come forward, Lin Meng feels like he is in the world's largest treasure house. No matter which one, he is happy to see the hunt. Take it for yourself.

Just when Lin Meng couldn't bear to take out a divine sword from the grave bag to play with, a dull voice from a middle-aged man forced Lin Meng to dispel the idea, and his hand stopped a foot on the hilt of the sword. Place.

"These weapons are the weapons of people who have been destined to this seat for millions of years, and the proud works of the furnace gods of the past dynasties."

"A large part of it was refined by this seat. Before those people died, they brought their weapons to this seat to warm them up. They didn't want to stay in the world and be covered in dust, thinking that there was a Japanese seat that could choose the most suitable successor for them. Reproduce their glory in the world."

This sentence shocked Lin Meng from the middle, and a cold sweat on his back suddenly felt lingering in his heart.

For a while, I didn't restrain myself, and forgot the secret realm of the saint, the realm of the saint, all the things here are the things of the saint, and I can't move any of them.