I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"By the way, you are called by a holy son, and it's not a sect, what does Li Shengzi do?"

At this time, Xia Yangchi suddenly asked the old man. The old man felt a little embarrassed about this topic. He touched his nose and said:

"This saint son... is only about three to five hundred years ago. At that time, there was a high priest who felt that Lord Spear God had died young and there were no children under his knees, so he set up a position of saint son to worship Lord Spear God. The adoptive father took the idea that the world spear repairers are all descendants of the spear gods.

Lord Son, although your talent is stronger than that of the second son, but your cultivation level seems to be not very high. I will take you to register in a while. After worshipping Lord Gun God, you will be our gun. The third son of the temple."

Hearing Lin Meng here, he almost didn't throw the tea cup in his hand, and a sip of tea was about to spray on the old man's face.

I’ve been with you for a long time. The Son is what my godson meant. He not only built a temple for me, but also gave me a bunch of children and grandchildren. Now let me worship myself as my adoptive father.

Lin Meng cursed in his heart. If the high priest who made such an opinion lived in the present, he would have to poke hundreds of holes in his body, so that he could see what it means to be a spear god.

"Huh? Why is Master Shengzi's face so ugly?"

The black-robed old man looked at Lin Meng's face suddenly darkened and asked suspiciously, and then he seemed to think of something, haha ​​laughed twice and then said to Lin Meng:

"Master Saint Son doesn’t have to worry about it, just go through the process. After all, Lord Gun God is respected by our world gun repair shop and worshipped as the foster father of Lord Son Son, neither loses the name of Lord Gun God nor insults. The talent of Lord Saint Son..."

"stop!"

Lin Meng's expression became uglier the more he listened, and before the old man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and interrupted him, then asked with a sullen face:

"Then the first holy son and the second holy son, have you ever worshipped the spear god as adoptive fathers?"

He didn't believe that a person with such a talent would worship a spear god who had died for a thousand years as a foster father.

Lin Meng asked the old man this time, but the old man had no choice but to chuckled twice and said:

"Although the first and second sons have never worshiped Lord Gun God, the son of Lin Haijun, who was two hundred years ago, did!

According to records, the son of Lin Haijun was originally surnamed Du, and was later named the son of the Gun God Temple because of his talent. He himself also highly respected the Gun God Lord, and immediately changed his surname to Lin, with the same surname as the Gun God Lord.

After that, he not only worshipped Lord Gun God and changed his surname, but also invited a statue and tablet of Lord Gun God in his family back to worship him as the ancestor of his family."

Hearing the instability of Lin Meng's breath, his chest was tumbling, and almost no blood came out. He couldn't believe that there were actually people in this world who worshipped him to the point that he even changed his surname, and invited himself home. When the ancestors offered.

Seeing that Lin Meng's face became more and more ugly, the black-robed old man didn't dare to speak anymore, lest he angered the new saint son.

At the next moment, Lin Meng raised his hand and said in a bad tone:

"Don't worship, whoever loves to worship will worship."

He would leave here after he finished speaking. If it wasn't for it was late, he didn't want to stay in this ghost place any longer.

"Eh! If you don't worship, it's okay to ask Master Shengzi's name, so you can leave a name anyway."

The old man also hurriedly got up to see him off, and led Lin Meng and the Wuchan Xiayangchi who followed out to the living room.

"The last name is Lin, so you don't have to log in."

Lin Meng said with a sullen face in front of the wing room, and then brought Wuchan and Xia Yangchi into the room, closing the door with a knock, blocking the black robe old man from the door.

"Master Saint Son has a good surname, and it's the same name as Master Gun God. Why don't you think about worshiping Lord Gun God? You have the same roots, and you have changed your surnames!"

I only heard the old man yelling twice outside the door, but Lin Meng was cursing in his heart when he heard it. Originally, he was trained by your guards with his own appearance, but now he uses his own surname to worship himself as his adoptive father and ancestor. Even Lin Meng, who has always been in a good state of mind, couldn't help screaming.

"roll!"

Then there was no sound outside the door, Xia Yangchi looked at Lin Meng suspiciously. He had never seen this junior fellow so angry, and Wu Chan laughed out of his mouth while watching the excitement.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside the room, and Lin Meng raised his brows, thinking that this old guy was endless.He walked quickly to the door and opened the two wooden doors. There was a bit of hostility between his brows. He stared at the old man and asked with gritted teeth:

"I don't know what the rites are for you, what is it?"

The black-robed old man shrank his neck when he was frightened by Lin Meng's expression, and then handed the contents in his hand with a smile on his face.

"You take the liberty to disturb Lord Son, and I hope Lord Son forgive your sins. The old man dare not call him the Lord Son.

This was the spear that the old man had promised to Master Shengzi earlier, Master Shengzi forgot to bring it, and the old man sent it to Master Shengzi specially."

"Oh?"

Lin Meng raised his eyebrows, but he forgot about it.

Although the old man took a mouthful of what the Lord Son said, Lin Meng had blue veins on his head, but looking at the face of the gun, Lin Meng didn't have any trouble. He took the gun and sent the old man away.

At this time, Lin Meng returned to the room to have time to look at the gun carefully.

The gun body is gold-plated, and the inside is made of stainless steel Kobelco. The sound is even and calm when shot, and it is of good quality.The tip of the gun has the shape of a dragon head spit out, and the barrel of the gun is carved with three dragon patterns. The tail of the gun is made of a dragon-tail-like spear nail. The overall look is mighty and noble.

Lin Meng took the gun and danced twice in the room, shouting vigorously, then nodded and gave a compliment.

"Good gun! Good quality. Although it is not a masterpiece, it is not a magic weapon, but it is also a rare weapon!"

Lin Meng was quite satisfied with this dragon-patterned golden gun, at least much better than the standard silver gun he had brought out from the Five Mountains Sword Sect before.

At any rate, it was a good harvest, otherwise he would not get a little bit of benefit from coming to this ghost place, but he could not lose his life. Lin Meng looked at the dragon pattern golden gun and comforted him in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, the donor's marksmanship is so good that he can seal a holy son. The little monk thought that the donor's income was just a small inheritance of the gun temple."

At this time the three were alone, Wu Chan also took off the black gauze hat on his head, folded his hands and smiled, looking at Lin Meng and said.

Inheritance of fart, I am the god of guns they worshipped, what else do I want to inherit.Lin Meng cursed secretly in his heart, and his expression turned ugly when he heard the word "Shengzi".

"Puff!"

Wu Chan saw Lin Meng's face sinking again, he suddenly laughed, and joked:

"I said you, isn’t it a good thing to be able to have such an ability to be named a saint son? Why don't you wait to see the word saint son like this. You must know that there are tens of thousands of gun repairs in the world. Only three of you can be called saint sons. People, this is the supreme honor of gun repair in the world."

Lin Meng's face turned darker when he heard that, when he thought that the saint son was actually his own son, he didn't get angry. At this time, he waved his hand and said angrily:

"Dead monk, sleep with you. I have to hurry up tomorrow morning. Don't mention the word "Shengzi" with me. Besides, I am a member of the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains. What is the Son of God."

"Oh?"

Wu Chan raised his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful look. He didn't say more, and lay down on his own.

He was different from Xia Yangchi, who was not deep in his mind, and only stupidly thought that Lin Meng had gotten some great inheritance to become a saint son.

First, the appearance of the disguise was exactly the appearance of the Fulong Spear Immortal enshrined in the Temple of Spear, and then he was still very unconvinced with the second in the world, and now he is so unwilling to see the name of the son, so all kinds of things In the eyes of the monk without Zen, who was like a demon, he was a little suspicious.