Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"Meridian, general outline, meaning..."

After listening to Tang San's words, the master on the side looked at the record in his hand and fell into contemplation.

The knowledge he got in his mind was actually far more than he had imagined. He even suspected that he hadn't seen those existences in the illusion, but had really traveled through the sea of ​​study.

Because there is too much knowledge in his mind, his brain adopts an autonomous protection mechanism, and cooperates with the soul to store most of the knowledge deep in the brain cells. Only after touching certain keywords, the brain nerves will secrete The medium reminded him of relevant knowledge.

He now believes more in the authenticity of what he sees and hears. Because, after hearing the term meridian, the graphical knowledge of meridian in his mind was flowing out like a mountain spring.

Even this is not the end, and the knowledge related to it is countless. Everything Tang Sanzhen emphasized is only a small part of that knowledge. It's just that the previous masters couldn't even organize them completely, let alone connect these obscure words.

Along with Tang San's narration, countless inspirations emerged in his mind, and the knowledge that was originally sealed was also inspired by him, showing it in time when he needed it, adding firewood to his achievements.

The emptiness, the warm light swaying, combed through the huge amount of knowledge, and dragged the madness that may come, caused by too much knowledge, into the candle flame, burning more violently.

"So that's the case, this is indeed something I never thought of. No, it's wrong, if you wake me up, I am afraid that I will not be able to draw valid conclusions until the old invasion."

The master sighed, all kinds of inspirations collided in his mind, and he was struggling to write in his hand, and quickly recorded one idea after another that might be useful.

This is not because he is presumptuous and alarmist, but what is really possible. After all, although each piece of knowledge in his mind is a unique and precious treasure, it is really too much and too mixed. Without this most precious "inspiration", I am afraid that after decades, he will still be in a trap.

"Teacher, you praise me too much."

Listening to the master's praise, Tang San couldn't help but smile wryly. Others don't know what is going on with him, doesn't he know it himself? Although in terms of medical science and hidden weapons, he believed that few people could compare with him on the land of China in his previous life. However, he really didn't have much research on the core aspect of Gongfa.

What he told the master just now is just a summary of the almost rotten streets in the world. Although it is the core of all exercises, creating exercises is far from being as simple as knowing the method.

Among them, there are too many doorways, Tang San only vaguely perceives that it is related to meridians.

He was hesitant before, but he was afraid that the master would see the problems of his origin from these concepts that were completely different from those of Douluo Continent. After letting go of my vigilance, I will naturally no longer engage in Tibetan selfishness.

The master also knew that what Tang San said might belong to those strong men, but it was just the foundation of the foundation. But sometimes, the foundation is more difficult to accumulate. This is the accumulation of countless generations of people. No matter how much inspiration he has, he cannot surpass the foundation of inheritance and optimization in a short time.

But now he didn't have time to continue wrangling with Tang San, but he groaned for a moment, and said: "Little San, you guessed right before, I did get incredible knowledge in that mask..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang San on the side showed an expression of "Sure enough". After all, what the master had done before was too abnormal, and it is not difficult to imagine the reason why he did this when he thinks that the strange mask from the old days was worn by the master not long ago.

But the next word from the master made Tang San stiffen.

"... However, the knowledge is not obtained from Hasta, the king of yellow clothes, but other supreme beings that are completely different from the old days, and even surpass the old ones."

"I can't imagine their power, and I don't know if they can be compared with the most powerful foreign gods, but if they appear, solving the crisis seems to be as easy as flipping hands."

Having said this, the master's voice rose slightly, and his tone became more solemn and passionate.

"But all of this, for the existence of mankind itself, is the source of depravity. Therefore, those beings did not directly act, but used some indescribable force to pass knowledge to me. They, think Let's see, human beings can show a unique posture in such a world!"

"They...they?"

Tang San chewed on this vocabulary and his expression became extremely serious.

It has been explained before that "He" in Douluo Continent is a specific word, generally used to describe the gods enshrined. But now, the image of the gods above all has been smashed in the old days, and the master will naturally no longer use such words to describe them.

Could it be that there is really a powerful and unknowable existence in this world that has been guarding this world?

Thinking of this, Tang San's heart suddenly remembered what his old brother had told him. He was taken away by an enlightened person who was enough to be called a "Buddha" and went to practice in the secret realm.

The so-called Buddha is a word that has never appeared in this world, and a concept that has never appeared before. On the contrary, in the Shenzhou Continent of Tang San's previous life, there was an unbroken inheritance of beliefs about Buddhism. One of the most influential sects so far is Songshan Shaolin.

Therefore, thinking of these, Tang San suddenly had a bold idea.

Could it be that the existence in the master's mouth is actually the characters that existed in the legend in his previous life. Even his own crossing is the handwriting of those existences?

To some extent, Tang San guessed correctly, but not completely. But the next words of the master made him consolidate his conjecture.

"I don't know how to call those beings. After all, the information I received is also to record their honorable names."

While the master regretted it, he did not forget what was going on. He looked at Tang San, who was attentively listening to his explanation, and slowly said, "The knowledge they have passed down is also related to the spirit power of the Douluo mainland spirit master, but Compared with those more advanced knowledge, it is really not worth mentioning."

"The only thing I can be sure of is that what exists in my mind is the knowledge about [Dao], [Buddha] and soul beasts, named [Demon]!"