I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

After speaking, the white-clothed youth turned to look at the black-clothed hall master and asked:

"How much power has our Fengyulou developed in Xizhou?"

The man in black spoke without hesitation and said that as the master of Fengyulou in Xizhou for more than 20 years, he was already familiar with these data.

"There are eight people in the Xingyao Realm, the rest are forty-three heavenly immortals, and there are more than two hundred in the Earth Traveling Realm..."

But just after speaking, the man in black hesitated. After all, he had accumulated and cultivated forces for so long, and he used it all at once to say that it was a fake if he didn't regret it. He hesitated and asked carefully:

"Is it really necessary to use it all? This is our entire heritage in Xizhou. If it is exposed all at once, then our Fengyulou's power in Xizhou will suffer a devastating blow, and a century of malaise."

"Well, depending on the situation, if they don't relax their defenses, Gu Anmin will still live and use them. This is the order of the suzerain. At any cost, he will use any means to get the Golden Crow Sword Immortal Inheritance and the famous sword to move Qianshan.

The white-clothed youth nodded disapprovingly and said that for him, he only cares about whether he can complete the task, and his achievements surpass Xiang Qing on his head, so he has received more attention and promoted to the leader. As for how much power is lost, it is Not something he cares about.

The man in black didn't speak, but nodded silently. After all, it was Ye Guyun's command, and he couldn't disobey it even if he felt reluctant.

The lighter-injured white-clothed leader and the green-robed man recovered after a little tidying up. The slightly injured black-clothed hall master and the young man with the knife took an hour to recover. As for the most injured purple-clothed man Yuan Dan simply handled the injury, and waited for several people to be well cultivated before taking him to a stronghold for treatment.

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On the border of Wanshan Prefecture, in Bianqiu County, the sky is bright and the sun is rising. In an inn next to a high-rise compound, a black-robed monk with a charming face turned over from the bed and sat up cross-legged and stretched. .

"Morning, you have practiced for another night, and your cultivation level still hasn't broken through. I told you that the realm is not that important. It's better to enjoy the ease of sleep."

The monk rubbed his eyes and turned to look at Lin Meng who was still meditating next to the bed.

In his opinion, there is absolutely a problem with this young man's cultivation base. From the sense of it, his cultivation base is increasing every day, and there is no barrier to other people's cultivation, and it seems that he can break through into the heaven without hindrance.

This feeling to him... is like a fall in the realm and rebuilding. In the past few days, he has also been asking sideways, but Lin Meng has avoided talking about it every time, just like his own past experiences and demons. The hidden general.

After all, everyone has their own secrets, and he and Lin Meng are tacitly keeping a distance, not to violate each other’s secrets, but every time he sees Lin Meng who is so diligent in cultivation, he still cannot help but ridicule. .

"You are an unscrupulous monk, but when others are practicing diligently, you are talking cool words here. The dawn of a sleep is worse than some ordinary monks, and I don't know how Master Xinyou will take you as a disciple.

Even the ordinary monks in the small temple who do not have a cultivation base are all in the morning and evening. They do morning classes every day before dawn. They are as lazy as you are, not to mention, eating, drinking, and having fun are all."

Lin Meng noticed the movement around him, opened his eyes and woke up from the calmness, glanced at the beautiful monk beside him and sneered.

But the monk didn't care, jumped from the bed to the ground, straightened his clothes and retorted:

"It has been said that the little monk is a monk who breaks the precepts. Naturally, he can't compare with those ordinary monks. It's you. There is nothing new in just two sentences every time.

During this period of time, Lin Meng also knew that the monk's mouth was very powerful. He couldn't say that he couldn't win, so he didn't keep chattering on this topic, and pushed Xia Yangchi, who was still sleeping, to go on the road again.

But when the three of them came downstairs and were about to check out and go on the road, they found several young people who were all dressed in clan clothes guarding the entrance of the inn, and they were not allowed to go out.

"The shopkeeper, what's the matter?"

Xia Yangchi pointed at the Zong family disciples in front of the counter and asked the fat middle-aged shopkeeper behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was also quite helpless, shook his head and said:

"This is the disciple of the Li family. It is the Li family in the big mansion next to it. He lost something last night. Today, he sent his disciples to search the city. People in the inn are not allowed to go out unless they take out their belongings and let them check."

Xia Yangchi became annoyed when he heard it, frowned, and whispered:

"This Li family is so majestic! Even people have to take care of people going in and out. We are all thieves, this world is his Li family's failure!"

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper waved his hand and made a gesture to make Xia Yangchi speak quietly.

"The son is a quack? It's normal to not understand what the Li family does, but this Li family is powerful, and there are flying immortals in the door, even the quack immortals don't dare to easily provoke them.

Besides, the things that the Li family lost last night were also quite valuable, and a full 13 thousand taels of cash were stolen.With such a large number, it is no wonder that the Li family will be very angry, and only hope that the culprits can be found as soon as possible, so that it is convenient for us."

"Thirteen thousand taels?"

Xia Yangchi let out a surprise.

"Yeah, I don't know who is the big man who can steal such money from Li's house where there are several flying fairies."

The shopkeeper looked at the several Zong family disciples at the door and said with a sigh, while Xia Yangchi suddenly turned his head and stared at the Buddhist monk who was full of disapproval. Meng covered his mouth and dragged it to the original room upstairs.

"Huh? What happened to these princes?"

The shopkeeper also looked at Lin Meng and Xia Yangchi's pulling and dragging upstairs and muttered quite puzzledly.

After the three of them returned to the room, Lin Meng immediately filled the room with infuriating energy and locked the room, without revealing even the slightest sound, and then released the hand covering Xia Yang's mouth.

"call!"

Xia Yangchi breathed a sigh of relief first, then pointed at Wu Chan and cursed:

"Good, you thief monk! It turns out that I didn't go to alms, but to steal it! I really think that the Li family is so rich and generous, and actually willing to give you 13,000 taels of silver tickets!"

Xia Yangchi is not a fool either. Yesterday Wu Chan sneaked up to the Li family to alms, and brought back 13,000 taels of banknotes. This morning, the Li family sent someone to search, and it happened to have lost 13 taels. He could think of the banknotes with his toes. It must have been done by this Zen.

But Wu Chan still had a face of dissatisfaction, put his hands together and said the Buddha's name, Wen smiled and said:

"The donor's words are wrong. This banknote is predestined to me, giving alms is predestined, and it is also predestined for the little monk to steal. This thing that is predestined to me will eventually come to the little monk. No matter what method is used, it is called alms."