I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

On the second day, as soon as the sun came out, Lin Meng woke up Xia Yangchi and Wuchan to go on the road early. He didn't want to stay here for another moment.

When the three of them went out today, they were sent out from the wing room respectfully by the elders in that branch hall. Even the two guards on duty at the door saw Lin Meng come out and bowed respectfully.

They got the news that the young man who was looked down upon by the two of them and ridiculed yesterday actually became the third son of the Temple of Guns. At this time, the eyes looking at Lin Meng were full of fiery worship, and yesterday’s Contempt is very different.

Just a few hours after the Lin Meng trio had left, the two figures flew out of Bianqiu City and went straight to the branch hall of the Spear Temple where the Lin Meng trio were located yesterday.

Yesterday, after a day’s discussion, the elders of the Li family still felt that no matter what the identity of the other party, it would be better to check them first. So early this morning, they sent two gods to enshrine and investigate in person, just to prevent yesterday’s thieves. Hiding in the Temple of Guns and preparing to attack

"Have you ever seen three people walking together yesterday, one looks like a thin young man, one is a monk wearing a black gauze hat and a black robe, and the other is a handsome young man?"

A five-short man was questioning the black-robed old man who served as a sacrifice in the gun temple. He was also followed by a middle-aged man with gray temples, who was dedicated to the Li family who chased the Lin Meng three yesterday. , Mo Chengwu and Li come again.

The two of them flew all the way and landed in the inner courtyard of the Gunshen Temple. The horizontal and horizontal guards at the door did not dare to stop such a flying monk, and even the black-robed old man hurried out to welcome him with a smile.

But the black-robed old man listened to Mo Chengwu’s description, and his face became darker. Although the handsome and handsome young man’s appearance was somewhat different from yesterday’s new son, the thin young man and the monk in the black gauze hat were not yesterday. Are you following the two people next to Master Shengzi?

The only young man who was not up to the number was very powerful with a gun. The black-robed old man immediately connected the two together, and both of them were the same person and changed their appearance.

At this time, Mo Chengwu was still afraid that his description was not detailed enough, so he added it by twitter, and from time to time he spit out harsh words like tearing up the culprit.

But Li came again, but he was more thoughtful and a little eye-sighted. He noticed that the complexion of the black robe ritual was getting more and more ugly, and interrupted Mo Chengwu's words:

"I wonder if you can let me wait for the two of you to check the log-in list of the Temple of Guns to see where this person came from?"

"No need to check!"

The black robe old man waved his sleeves and said angrily:

"The person you are talking about is the third saint son of my spear temple. You need to find the saint son to settle the account, relying on your Li family? Haha!"

The black-robed old man was quite respectful to these two heavenly wonderland masters, but now that he knew that the person the other party was looking for was the new son of yesterday, he immediately showed disdain and ridicule.

"The Third Son?"

Li Youlai and Mo Chengwu were both surprised and suspicious when they heard this, and they had never heard of the Temple of Guns and the Third Son.

"Aren't there only two saints in your Gun Temple?"

Li frowned again and asked.

"Yes, there were only two before, but the person you were talking about was the new third son of yesterday, a genius who could strike 287 strikes on the Thousand Strike Stone, more than the second son Be better!"

The old man nodded and proudly said that in his eyes, the glory of the world gun repair is the glory of the gun temple, and the glory of the gun temple is his glory.

"You Li family is looking for the trouble of Saint Son, so you should weigh it yourself first. There is no comment here for the old man."

The black-robed old man took a word and returned to the inner hall without looking back, leaving Li Youlai and Mo Chengwu with big eyes.

"I really made Liu Niang right."

Li turned around and looked at Mo Chengwu who was on the side with a wry smile and said:

"Go back to life, this kind of character was not the cause of the Li family's conviction."

Don’t say it’s the saint son of the Spear Temple. He was making trouble in a branch hall and injuring the statue of the Spear God. The world spear repairers will ask you to settle accounts. At that time, there may be a master in the Profound Realm or the Profound Realm. The Li family asked for a crime, such a character can not afford to offend the Li family.

Just when Mo Chengwu and Li came back to the Li family in Bianqiucheng dingy again, Lin Meng and the three people on the other side changed.

Now the monk without Zen is walking openly, and there are no obvious people from the sect family without his hat.

And Lin Meng also relied on his physical control of the realm of upper sight, and his disguise became the weak young man who was in the temple of guns before, walking without obstruction, but Xia Yangchi was miserable.

Xia Yangchi, who doesn't know how to disguise and doesn't have disguise materials, had to buy a scarf hat with a top similar to that of Wuchan to cover her face, fearing that the Li family would post her own wanted order.

"Well, you thief monk, you are obviously a thief yourself, but now it is like we are a thief, not dare to show our true colors."

Xia Yangchi cursed in a low voice while gritting his teeth on the road, Wu Chan also replied with quite a smug:

"The donor's words are bad. The little monk is well-prepared. In the future, when the donor is walking in the rivers and lakes, he has to eat a bite to gain his wisdom. When doing anything, he must remember that the real person is not showing his face."

"Bah, I am waiting for the righteousness to be a righteous action, so I won't do something sneaky like you, so why be afraid to show it or not to show it!"

Xia Yangchi said with a sip.

"Then the donor dare to take off the top hat and walk with the little monk so openly?"

Wuzen folded his hands together and smiled and said to Xia Yangchi that the angry Xia Yangchi had nothing to say, and Zhineng stomped his feet and ignored the rude monk.

The three of them hurried peacefully in the next few days, and nothing happened. Only a few deserts gradually appeared along the way, and the population became even thinner. They had to sleep outside once every one or two days. Find a new town to settle in.

The land of Xizhou, centered on Wanshan Mansion, is getting colder in the north, near the barren land of Nanzhou in the south is a rainforest, and to the east is close to the middle continent. The terrain is mainly plain and the most prosperous.

But to the west is a desert. After passing Bianqiu City and out of Wanshan Mansion, it is the land of the Western Desert, commonly known as the West Desert. There are not many resources, and even the distribution of towns and some sect families is loose.

If it is in other places, the land boundary means resources, and if the site is large enough, there will be enough resources. Therefore, the big sects in the rivers and lakes, and even the princes of the prefectures are fighting for their respective territories.

But in this western desert, some useful resource points under a desert are very few, and there are only a few oases and a few minerals that are worth fighting for by the group of sect families. The rest of the desert is completely unpopular. Willing to ask.

It was the twelfth day since Bianqiucheng, and also the seventeenth day after Lin Meng and Xiayangchi set off.

It stands to reason that the three of them should have arrived at the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas long ago, but the monk without Zen walked and stopped along the way with the mentality of traveling around the mountains and water, until now there was still a way to the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

"I said, stinky monk, can't you hurry up? The road has been a desert until now. What else can you do?"

Xia Yangchi complained for the first time behind Wu Chan. After these days of cultivation, his body has recovered more than half, and his cultivation has returned to his original state, even his body shape is not as thin as before. He became what he was, but he still didn't want people to recognize him, so he always wore a hat veil.