I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Wu Chan stood outside the courtyard and pointed at the two monks.

"Here, the supernatural power master said, it is those two."

Lin Meng's mouth twitched, and he saw the scene just now, and whispered towards Wuchan, "These two are the two strongest geniuses of your Ten Thousand Buddha City generation? Why are they so strange?"

Wuchan shrugged and smiled helplessly, and said, "These two are famous lunatics in the city of Ten Thousand Buddhas."

Wu Chan pointed to the monk who was painting himself.

"It's just that the monk who paints the paint is still a little more serious. The so-called lunatic is not really mad, but a lunatic, who is very diligent in cultivation. He is a genius master who cultivates the same line and a direct disciple of the master of supernatural power. It comes from the King Kong Temple in the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas just like the supernatural power master."

"The golden paint painted on his body is also a specialty of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It is called golden body paint. It can be used to shape anticorrosive golden bodies for some sitting monks, and it can also be used as a defense method. After brushing on the body, the skin is as hard as gold. Essence can also assist in cultivating the physique. The golden lacquer is gradually absorbed by the skin and will continue to temper the body, but the absorption process will be more painful."

Lin Meng nodded. This golden body lacquer himself had heard about it thousands of years ago. When it is used to absorb and refine the flesh, there will be pain like thousands of knives that will burn the body. Not only is it precious and extraordinary, it is not affordable for ordinary people, but also It is not something ordinary people can afford.

However, the monk was able to paint himself with a calm expression on his face, and his physical attainments and patience were also amazing.

Wuchan has been the white-faced young monk, reluctantly shook his head and sighed: First release https:// https://

"As for that one, he is really a lunatic. Although he is very talented, his mind is not above practice, but he likes to play some weird firearms."

"Although one of the weapons is a foreign object, it is also a part of his own strength, but the firearms he fiddled with are new things unheard of in the world, and some ideas are still whimsical and unrealistic."

"The supernatural power master wants you to give pointers to the two of them. To put it bluntly, I want you to give more pointers to this crazy monk, let him focus on his cultivation, and show him how powerful the traditional swords and spears are."

Lin Meng asked curiously: "Then how crazy is he? Is it just such a rogue rascal?"

Wu Chan's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly: "More than what you have seen, he still likes to talk nonsense the most crazy thing. He wants to go home, but when he arrives in his hometown, he says again. It’s not his home. He has been like this since the last time he was seriously ill and fainted and woke up. There are also some symptoms of amnesia. In short, he is a real lunatic with nonsense."

Lin Meng nodded and followed Wu Chan towards the two monks.

"Jin Chan and Zheng Jue, the two juniors, this is the Anyang Sect Master of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Entrusted by the supernatural power master, they came to exchange ideas with the two juniors."

Wu Chan reached out to Lin Meng and introduced Lin Meng to the two monks.

The monk Jin Chan, who was covered with gold paint, put down the brush in his hand, folded his hands together and slightly bowed to Lin Meng.

"I have seen Sect Master An. Sect Master An has a reputation as thunderous with the sword of the Royal Sky Realm. The little monk can see it today. It is the little monk's three lives to have a good luck. It is a pity that the cultivation of the little monk has not been completed yet, is it possible? Let Sect Master An wait a moment, and wait for the little monk to return to the room to paint his whole body with gold paint, and then come to discuss the Tao with Sect Master An."

Monk Jin Chan was neither humble nor overbearing and very polite, and Lin Meng also responded to him.

"Master, please."

After saying that, Monk Jin Chan took the bucket of gold paint and returned to the room, and continued to brush his remaining parts.

A Zhengjue monk with the appearance of a white-faced boy left behind, grinning at Lin Meng, and waving his hand to greet Lin Meng.

"Hi!"

Hi?What does hi mean?

Lin Meng was taken aback, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at Wu Chan beside him, only to see Wu Chan shaking his head with helplessness.

Lin Meng had no choice but to sneer and nodded in return.

Sure enough, he is a lunatic, and his way of greeting is different from others.

"I heard that the young master has a lot of research and creativity in firearms, and he is very interested in Xia. I wonder if the young master can communicate with Xia or let Xia open his eyes."

As soon as he talked about firearms, the little monk's eyes lit up, and excitedly took out a big picture from his arms, spread it on the stone table, and waved to Lin Meng.

"Come on! Come and take a look. This is the new design I drew. I only need to find a skilled craftsman to make this firearm. Even a mortal with no cultivation skills can be worth a million masters! "

"Oh? What a firearm, really so magical?"

Lin raised his brows and moved forward with interest, but instinctively felt that the monk was talking big.

Let ordinary people reach a million masters with one person, even if it is the first family of gunpowder a thousand years ago, the super killer Qilin Huofang in Leimen dare not say that it has such power.

Lin Meng stepped forward and saw that the firearm on the big picture that the little monk took out was different from all Lin Meng's known firearms.

This is a tube-like firearm, but it is not a tube. Instead, it consists of six small tubes that are not too thick and are held together by a triple hoop. The tail is connected by something like a turntable, and finally a square device and Handheld part.

Lin Meng didn't have much research on firearms, not to mention this unprecedented firearm Lin Meng could not see anything mysterious at all, just asked suspiciously:

"Little master, dare to ask what firearm is this?"

Monk Zhengjue excitedly took this design sketch.

"This is called Gatlin! Even if an ordinary person holds it, there is a man who can do nothing about it!"

Lin Meng became more suspicious.

"Is there such a power?"

"of course!"

The little monk raised his head and chanted the sutra directly with his hands folded and shaking his head.

"Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva, three thousand six hundred revolutions per breath. Six purified depleted uranium bombs, one shot into the soul to save the world."

Lin Meng listened to the clouds in the mist.

One shot into the soul?Is this still a firearm with the ability to attack?

What is Gatlin Bodhisattva, how can I never hear it?Could it be that the ancient monk of Buddhism, this young monk accidentally got his inheritance, this strange firearm Gatling is the weapon created by that monk?

Lin Meng felt a little drumming in his heart, turned his head and asked Wuchan in a low voice:

"Monk, is there this Gatling Bodhisattva in your Buddhism? Why have I never heard of it?"

Wuchan sighed helplessly, folded his hands together and shook his head.

Lin Meng understood, the corners of his mouth twitched.

This is really a crazy monk, he has seen what crazy talk is crazy.

Lin Meng is not a buddhist person either. He doesn't mind the monk making up a bodhisattva, but he is quite interested in the depleted uranium bomb. It sounds like a firearm that he has never heard of.

"Little master, what is that depleted uranium bomb? Is it also a firearm, similar to the thunderbolt on the rivers and lakes?"

Upon hearing this, the little monk put on a profound expression.

"Yes or no, although it is also a firearm, it is not comparable to a small gadget like a thunderbolt. A depleted uranium bomb can kill 100,000 people, and the other can level the city of Apocalypse. There will be no grass within a radius of thousands of miles, and it will stay. No one can survive in a place bombed by depleted uranium bombs within a hundred years. Even the masters of the Profound Enlightenment Realm on the rivers and lakes will be killed! The most important thing is that even ordinary people can use it!"