I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The words of the Saint Tiangong hadn't been finished yet, another doorway opened in the secret territory interrupted him. Lin Meng and the three of them looked for their reputation, and saw that the little monk Zhengjue who had just left less than three breaths was excited again. Ran in and ran towards the heavenly saint like flying, exclaiming excitedly:

"Senior, it's okay this time!"

Lin Meng and Wuchan were dumbfounded, and their mouths couldn't close together. I don't know how the little monk came in so quickly. Could it be that the door was broken?

how is this possible!That is the crumbling furnace that is in the hands of a living saint, how can there be problems with the operation!

Even the sage Tiangong, the master here, was a little confused. Seeing Zhengjue running to him with excitement, his eyes were a little dazed, and he asked in a daze:

"How did you get in?"

Unexpectedly, he scratched his head violently, thinking that the saint was so stupid, he cautiously replied in a low voice:

"Of course it came in by answering the puzzle on the door correctly. If not, how can the little monk break into the mystery of a saint?"

Hearing this, the sage shook his head violently, his eyes cleared a little, and he recovered from the confusion and astonishment just now, and asked again:

"This seat is asking you what is the puzzle on the door this time?"

"Drive the coffin west."

Zhengjue answered without thinking, and the Saint of Heaven continued to ask.

"Then how did you answer?"

"Spiral to heaven!"

After finishing speaking, the wooden handle of the small hammer made of unknown material in the hands of the sage of Heavenly Craftsman made a crisp sound, and was gripped abruptly.

"It's my carelessness. It seems that the spirit of the melting furnace has fallen into disrepair for millions of years and has not been warmed up for millions of years. Some problems have occurred and need to be repaired."

The sage of Tiangong murmured in the crowd, and there was a whimper-like sound in the sky as soon as he said it, and the phantom of a ram ram appeared out of thin air, it was the spirit of this melting furnace!

"Oh, master, you blamed me! You ordered me to set the puzzle to be outrageous, tricky, and don't let people come in. This can be imagined by a normal person who drives the coffin west to the spiral. Right! This is not my negligence at all, but the little monk's mind is not normal at all!"

The spirit of the melting furnace was pleading in the air, and the saint who listened to it was very upset and waved his hand.

"roll!"

Following the sage of Tiangong, even though he did not know whether to let the little monk or the spirit of the instrument go, the spirit of the furnace still disappeared obediently, and was hidden in the sacred instrument again.

At this time, the Tiangong saint frowned, and painfully rubbed his temple with a finger tilted his head.

After a while, the sage of Tiangong looked at the enlightened drawings placed aside again, his brows jumped, he took two deep breaths, and finally he exhaled a long breath, as if his spine had been taken away. They all collapsed, waved their hands to Zhengjue helplessly, and sighed:

"Let's go, just live in Luxiang. Within a month, we will send someone to deliver the perfect firearm, the process streamlined to energy production, and the improved casting method to you."

"Little monk thanked senior!"

Zhengjue Ruo received the treasure repeatedly to bow his hands to the heavenly saint, and then ran to the door obediently, and no longer bothered the saint.

Lin Meng was shocked when he heard it. He didn't expect that it would be difficult to mass-produce this thing. Even a saint, or a sage with the same line of casting, has the knowledge, thinking ability, and mind speed. It takes a month to ponder!

Moreover, the flow of time in the saint's secret realm is different from the outside world. The outside world may be years, decades, or even hundreds of years in the saint's place for a month!

If a saint can work hard to this, Zhengjue this monk can be regarded as the only one in the world.

"Wait!"

Seeing Zhengjue was about to run out again, the sage Tiangong suddenly stopped him and stretched out his hand to the side of Wuchan.

"Almost forgot, you brought him, and you two monks let me go out together.

Wu Chan was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Tiangong Sage with some embarrassment, and then at Lin Meng.

On the left and right sides, there is a saint’s decree that must be respected, and on the other side is my own friend staying here alone, a little uneasy.

The sage of Tiangong didn’t have the habit of using prying eyes at any time like Laolong, and he didn’t know how to think carefully without Zen, and even when he was unwilling to see the sage in person, he couldn’t get any benefits, so he spoke:

"I have something to talk to this kid alone. You came in with the little monk. You didn't pass the test of this seat, so you can't get the good fortune of this seat. But it is still destined for you to meet this seat. For good reason, there is a decree in this seat that asks the Furnace God to make you a weapon or magical weapon, it is not wrong to you!"

"This……"

Wu Chan frowned, still hesitating, for a moment not knowing what to say.Sage Tiangong glanced at it, and when the monk's appetite was so big that he was not satisfied with it, his brows were also frowned, and his face suddenly appeared unhappy.

Lin Meng watched his words and watched, and at a glance saw the displeased face of the saint, and immediately transmitted the voice to Wuchan to make him leave quickly without worrying about himself, lest he anger the saint.

After receiving Lin Meng's answer, Wuchan finally bowed to the saint and left with enlightenment.Otherwise, because of the saint's words, he would leave behind his fellow friends and leave, which would go against his morality.

After watching the two monks Wuchan and Zhengjue leave the secret realm, the Tiangong Sage regained his face to look at Xiang Lin Meng, and then said in the preface:

"Presumably you are the only disciple of that old bastard Shijue, Lin Meng, right, this seat has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Lin Meng was shocked when he heard this, and wondered why this plot was different from what he thought?

When the saint's tone was bad, Lin Meng's heart throbbed.When I came up, I called my master an old bastard. Could it be that the two families have enemies?But I have never heard Master talk about it!

Lin Meng didn't know what to do, so he temporarily turned away from this topic and asked:

"I wonder why seniors are waiting for me?"

"This seat is entrusted to tell you something. It is the master of the sword behind you."

Sage Tiangong's expression slowed down a bit, Lin Meng breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and he was puzzled to ask.

"Why didn't the senior send someone to bring me up directly, but set up a puzzle on the portal?"

Tiangong sage shook his head.

"Although this seat is entrusted to tell you something, so I am waiting for you. However, this seat is also a person who teaches predestined relations and will not force you to come up, and don't mind waiting for a while."

"Then what if the junior didn't answer the puzzle on going out, or didn't run into the little monk to bring the junior in?"

"If this is the case, if you can think hard outside the door for a day, even if you can't solve the puzzle, this seat will let you in. But if you give up early and leave, you are not patient enough, and it is also the fate of this seat. Not enough, I can only wait for a while longer."

"That's it!"

Lin Meng nodded, and felt relieved when he knew the cause. Just about to continue to ask the truth behind it, his voice suddenly stopped.