I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Yes, this is the pill made by the poor monk himself. Although the poor monk cannot help you find Wuling City, this pill can also solve one of your current problems."

Master Xinyou put his hands together and said the Buddha's name, Wen said with a smile, but Lin Meng became less aware of the medicine sold in the monk's gourd in front of him, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Can you solve my current problem?"

Lin Meng looked at the pill again, did not see anything from the appearance, then put it under the nose and sniffed it twice, and then a faint pill scented directly at Lin Meng's nose. Suddenly felt a burst of comfort in his mind, as if he had been soaked in a hot spring.

Now Lin Meng recognized what the pill was, and suddenly exclaimed.

"This is the Babao Ruyi Feishen Pill! The prescription left by the legendary Buddha!"

As the saying goes, "the gods are covered in dust and self-contained", the more precious the precious baby is, the longer the time, it will dim, become ordinary, no longer have any splendor or obvious fragrance, this is also the reason that Lin Meng has been looking at it for a long time before The reason for the origin of this pill can be seen from the appearance.

And this pill is a first-class fetish, the pill left by the saint cannot be called a holy pill!Anything that touches the word sage, whether it is a magic weapon or a secret method, so that this medicine is very powerful, very reasonable and measurable.

"This pill is precious and unusual. I didn't expect the master to make such a sacred pill. I don't know why the master gave this divine object to the next. If it is just a compassionate heart, I would not believe it."

Lin Meng slowed down at this time, and then asked Xinyou Master again, anyhow he was also a saint personally, shocked and shocked, and would not be horrified by a holy pill.

The Eight Treasure Ruyi Fetal God Pill, this is the real sacred pill, and Lin Meng has also heard of its effect, and has the magical effect of engendering the soul.

Even if it is a person who has lost the soul, as long as there is a trace of remnant soul surviving, you can take this pill, once again like a new born a complete soul, which can be called the treasure of heaven and earth!

And one of the problems facing Lin Meng right now was that the soul and the body did not match, not the original body, and the recovery speed of the natural soul accumulation was extremely slow.At that time, the realm of cultivation is up, and if the power of the soul is not enough, then there will be a danger of being unable to control the cultivation, or even going into the devil and dying.

As for why Master Xinyou gave out two pills, Lin Meng also had some guesses in his heart. It should be prepared for Anyang, who is one and two souls with him. With the eyes of Master Xinyou, he can see that he is the last one for thousands of years. People, it is impossible not to see the situation in Anyang.

But this is a treasure of a saint at any rate. Even if it is not refined by the saint himself, it is possible to refine the divine material treasure needed for this kind of pill. Even if Lin Meng does not know what is needed, he can guess that it must be of extraordinary value and need. It takes a lot of energy to refine, how can the holy pill be so easy to refine.

If it is said that Master Xinyou just gave him such a treasure from the heart of a bodhisattva, Lin Meng would not believe it to death. Forgive this Master Xinyou is a contemporary Xuantian master, no matter how deep the foundation of the city of ten thousand Buddhas, it is impossible to follow Casually took out such treasures that are tied to the word saint as a gift.

Sure enough, after hearing what Lin Meng said, Master Xinyou nodded slightly, then said the Buddha's horn again and said:

"Your expectation is not bad, and the poor monk did not gift these gods to you because of compassion for the bodhisattva.

This can be regarded as a bet made by the poor monk, and I hope your Excellency and the little benefactor in the sea of ​​knowledge can make good use of."

"bet?"

Lin Meng frowned and asked puzzledly.

"Yes, it's a bet."

Master Xinyou nodded, and said confidently:

"Since you learned from a generation of saints, you must also know a lot about the theory of luck. Naturally, you can see that the world is changing drastically.

In this upheaval, everyone has to stand in line, even the poor monk, so this is the poor monk's bet."

Speaking of luck, Lin Meng's complexion also became solemn. This is something that the saint can't avoid, and he himself doesn't want to be contaminated.

But what Lin Meng didn't expect was that this change of luck had reached such a serious level that even the contemporary Xuantian Sect had to stand in line.

"Zai Xia does have some feelings about the change of luck in the world, but never thought that the situation is so serious that even the Xuantian sect, who has been detached from the world for generations, has to stand in line."

Lin Meng nodded, then asked cautiously:

"I just don't know... whether this is..."

Lin Meng stretched out his index finger and pointed upwards, hinting to Master Xinyou, after all, the more sensitive the topic, the less able to talk about the holy word.

"No."

Master Xinyou shook his head, bowed his head and said after saying:

"This is the bet of the poor monk and has nothing to do with the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. The City of Ten Thousand Buddhas does not want to intervene in this change of luck, but the poor monk is unwilling to be manipulated by this luck and wants to break the game.

It's just that this might pull the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas to the center of this upheaval and cause unnecessary disasters, but please allow the poor monk to be selfish for the only time in this life."

After that, there was a touch of guilt on the face of Master Xinyou who always had a gentle smile.

No one would have imagined that, at this time, the Master of Mind Game, who has always been compassionate for the bodhisattva and possesses the world's small righteousness and great love, would make such a decision at this time.

But after all, Lin Meng is not an ordinary ordinary man, his vision and mind are not very comparable. At this time, he can understand Master Xinyou, and said after a sigh:

"The master has been working hard all the time. The audience worships, it must be very tiring to be the most pure and good person in this world.

Along the way, he has cultivated a golden body with merits equal to that of the Buddha's sage back then, and has done so many good deeds. The master has become sacred in the eyes of everyone in the world, and he is not allowed to have even a little selfishness.

In the eyes of the world, the master may be the sacred and noble representative of salvation, but in the next view, the master is just a poor mortal, and even the qualifications of selfishness have been ruthlessly deprived."

Lin Meng's words made Master Xinyou stunned, a look of sadness and loneliness flashed across his face, and then the gentle smile was restored, and he poured a cup of tea for Lin Meng again and said:

"The poor monk has lived for nearly two hundred years. Your Excellency is the first to say that the poor monk is a poor man. The world says that the poor monk is the reincarnation of a merciful bodhisattva, but a few people know that even the poor monk is no better. It's just ordinary people who are manipulated by luck in this world.

If the poor monk can choose, the poor monk would rather not be born in this city of ten thousand Buddhas than be the Xuantian school."

Although Lin Meng could understand the situation and difficulties of Master Xinyou, he still didn't know what he said, frowning and asking.

"I don't know what the master said? It can achieve a generation of Xuantian Grand Sect and touch the word saint. Isn't it something people in the world can't ask for? Why does the master say this?"

As soon as Lin Meng said these words, Master Xinyou was silent for a moment, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, and he asked Lin Meng:

"Do you know a nickname for a poor monk?"

"nickname?"

Lin Meng raised his eyebrows and blurted out a few common names for the Xinyou Master.

"Bodhisattva reincarnation? Living Buddha? The world is good?"

"Yes, it is the world's goodness!"

Master Xinyou nodded, and then asked:

"Then you know, since the poor monk is the best in this world, who is the worst in the world?"

"I don't know."

Lin Meng shook his head, becoming more and more puzzled, wondering how this matter is related to the difficulties of Master Xinyou.

Just listen to Master Xinyou sighed, bowed his head and said the Buddha's name:

"The evil in this world is the brother of the poor monk, and at the same time the brother of the poor monk, the heavenly demon monk Tuolan!"