I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Lin Meng looked at him, staring blankly for a moment, fearing that he had missed something and didn't see clearly, he went back to read the letter of Zhengjue twice, and then yelled:

"Good enlightenment, you are really not afraid of death. You have the courage to rebel against Buddhism and establish Protestantism. You are digging for the roots of the saint! If you dare to play with fire like this, you are not afraid that the saint will kill you with a little trick!"

There are three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism in the world. Among them, Confucianism is the largest, and the number of disciples is also the largest, far exceeding the sum of the other two.

However, Confucianism is divided into a hundred schools of thought. It is a situation where a hundred schools of thought are contending, and each specializes in scholarship. Unlike the Buddhist and Taoist families, the three gods and three Buddhas worshipped with incense and luck.

In fact, except for the unconverted monks, all of the world’s air luck belongs to the Buddhist and Taoist families. The saints of the two families rely on incense and air fortune to practice. Now that Zhengjue is inserted with one foot, it is undoubtedly too old. The ground broke on the head to dig the foundation of the two saints. How did the two saints get around to get enlightenment.

I'm afraid that after this great catastrophe, the two saints of Buddhism and Daoism vacate their hands, they need to find the enlightenment to settle accounts. .

"No, I have to write him a letter to let him stop as soon as possible, and trouble the great elder to get me pens and ink!"

"Yes!"

Lin Meng hurriedly ordered to go down, the elder Ling Cheng quickly got Lin Meng's pen and ink, Lin Meng swiped a few words and wrote, and the words were thousands of words, beating Zhengjue's short-sightedness and playing with fire to persuade him to stop early.

Halfway through the writing, Lin Meng's pen sharpened, and suddenly remembered that Zhengjue's letter had been sent for some time, fearing that he still didn't know the news of his cheap master Xinyou's death.

Thinking about it again, Master Xinyou has two disciples, Zhengjue and Wuchan. Although Wuchan is a major disciple, it is difficult for him to be recognized by the monks in the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas and succeed him as Xuantian Grand Sect. The best candidate is enlightenment.

So Lin Meng once again picked up his pen, and in the second half of the letter, he clearly wrote the news of Master Xinyou's death and the reasons, and once again advised Zhengjue to stop as soon as possible and return to the city of Ten Thousand Buddhas to succeed Xuantian.

"The Great Elder Troubled finds the trustee of this book and finds what Heavenly Emperor Sect, must send it to their leader Zhengjue."

Lin Meng took the pen and ink, and handed five full papers to the hands of the elder Ling Cheng, carefully instructing.

Ling Cheng accepted the letter and nodded, but he didn't feel anxious to leave? On the contrary, he was hesitant to speak and stopped.

"What else is the great elder? But it doesn't matter."

Lin Meng saw Ling Cheng's hesitation at a glance, and when he asked, Ling Cheng smiled and nodded:

"Old man, I'm fine, it's just... I just think that the letter from the master is useless!"

"Why did the great elder say this? My admiral will write clearly about the interests? Could it be that the monk is really a lunatic? Persevering in playing with fire like this?"

Lin Meng frowned suddenly and puzzled? Great Elder Ling Cheng reluctantly shook his head and smiled? He told Lin Meng the truth.

"Is it true? I still heard about this old man from the Emperor of Heaven. The recent development of Feng Sheng Shui rises? How much faster is it spreading than the wind helps the fire to spread the mountains and forests? Now I heard that there are hundreds of ordinary people. Ten thousand teachers, it’s hard for him to stop at such a scale!"

"How is it possible! That crazy monk made up a sect that can flicker to millions of congregations in such a short time!"

Lin Meng was immediately shocked, with an unbelievable look on his face, but the elder Ling Cheng arched his hands:

"Sovereign, I don't think that the classics in their religion are made up randomly. I am a little admired when I read them today. I feel more worried than the classics of Buddhism and Taoism!"

"There is such a thing, you will show me the scriptures from the Emperor's Church."

Lin Meng frowned and rubbed the temple at the corner of his eye, and in a short while, Ling Cheng retrieved a thick book and sealed the word "Di Jing".

Lin Meng took a look, the more he saw his brows tightened,

"The profound meaning of this book cannot be written by a young monk who is as young as Zhengjue. It does not seem to be made up indiscriminately, and the classics of both Buddhism and Daoism are indeed uncomfortable. Obviously it is a scripture that was taught by the saints, but..."

Lin Meng frowned, rubbed his temples again in pain, and he became more confused in his heart, and his tone became very hesitant.

"It's just that if his hometown really has such an orthodoxy, besides the Buddhist and Daoist families, there is actually a third sage sect in the world, then how could I have never heard of it before?"

"If there is a saint who temporarily chooses Zhengjue's contemporary spokesperson to harvest incense and luck for him to preach in the world, the Taoism in this scripture is not linked to the Taoism of any saint I know. "

"The saint who can write more frustrated classics than the Buddhist and Taoist families with a long tradition must be the best among saints. How could I not have heard of such a person? How could I not be in the master’s library Seeing the record in it? What a weird thing!"

Lin Meng was puzzled, and finally had to sigh, and handed the emperor script back to the great elder Ling Cheng, waving his hand helplessly:

"Trouble the great elder first to deliver the letter. If he is really backed by a great sage who is not weaker than the two saints of Buddhism and Taoism, I can rest assured. Anyway, no matter how the letter is delivered, whether he wants to stop or not, at least I It's done my morals."

"Yes!"

The elder Ling Cheng walked away from the room slowly, and Lin Meng finally cleared off. After continuing to think for a while, but still not understanding, he simply shook his head and threw the troubles and incomprehension out of his mind, and began to practice quietly.

The first priority at the moment is to seize the time to practice and raise the strength to the Immortal Ascension Realm before the time is right and the final showdown. Even if it is not improved, one point is one point.

Now that the three teenagers were missing from Xiaohua Peak, Lin Meng ordered everyone from the Wuyue Jianzong to come and see him without incident. Therefore, the peak was quite deserted, and Lin Meng was happy to be pure, just to concentrate on his cultivation.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Meng also released Anyang, who hadn't come out for a long time in the sea of ​​consciousness, and let him control his body for some time, while he retreats in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Every day in Lin Meng's life is to practice swords and temper his flesh in the morning, then hand over the control of his flesh to Anyang, and go back to the sea of ​​consciousness to retreat for meditation.

During this period, Anyang complained to Lin Meng several times, saying that Lin Meng lived like this now, and he was indeed an old monster who had lived for a thousand years. All day long, apart from practicing, it was a retreat. There was no fun at all, and it was very boring.

Lin Meng was speechless about this, so he had to sneer and laugh, and it should be that Anyang teenager's heart is more lively than himself.Right now, the eight wonders of the world and the heroes and heroes have basically seen enough, and they have no intention of having children's personal relationships. There is really nothing to do except for retreat and practice.