The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1273 Reincarnation and Memory Bricks (13)

To break the door with just one finger...

The monk originally thought that he and the boy would be an evenly matched opponent.

However, when he saw Wang Ling break the door with just one finger.

The shocking feeling that made the pupils tremble violently can no longer be described in words.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat on the side.

He never had any doubts about the boy's strength.

Brother Ling, you are still as strong as ever...

From the moment he realized it, as always.

To be honest, when Wang Ling's finger touched the gate of the temple, he was actually pleasantly surprised.

There has never been an opponent in this world who can make him serious.

And this Zen Master Jindeng in Kaiguang Temple may be one.

But after the door was broken, the surprise that rose in Wang Ling's heart disappeared immediately...

"Poor Monk, I have heard about Ling Zhenren's name for a long time. If Ling Zhenren can enter my Great Hall, I will tell you everything I know!" opened his eyes.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had never had the chance to meet the monk's gaze before.

Now, he saw Zen Master Jindeng opened his eyes.

Those are a pair of intimidating golden eyes, as if they have the power to cleanse all evil karma in the world.

But there is one thing to say.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that he was still far from the shocking feeling he had when he first saw Wang Tong.

"Swastika 曈..." Wang Ling only saw the back of the Golden Lamp Master.

But he already knew that the other party had opened the "卍字曈", which is known as the most holy of Buddhism and Taoism.

As the sage of Buddhism, Master Golden Lantern condenses the energy generated by his reincarnation in every life into his pupils.

Today, he has gone through 3910 reincarnations.

There are 3910 pupils over there.

Now, Wang Ling seemed to understand why this Zen Master Jindeng was so interested in his "Wang Tong".

This is a serious color contact lens lover.

This "卍字曈" is the natal object that Zen Master Jin Deng is proud of.

It can wash away all malice in the world, understand people's reincarnation, and observe people's weaknesses.

He condensed his 3910 reincarnation experiences into this small "卍字曈".

And his swastika 曈 is to sort out the mistakes he made in these reincarnations, like a collection of wrong questions.

Those mistakes in decision-making in battle, mistakes in positioning... All kinds of wrong battle experiences turned into a torrent of history and gathered in Zen Master Jindeng's eyes.

He kept these mistakes firmly in his heart.

The purpose is to be able to stop making mistakes after reincarnation in the next life.

Now, the moment Wang Ling stepped onto the threshold.

The "卍字曈", which hadn't bloomed for a long time, displayed its divine power at this moment.

Every floor tile in the atrium starts to resonate!

Wang Ling stepped on the first floor tile in the atrium.

This is the pressure of the reincarnation of Chan Master Jindeng I.

Wang Ling saw the memory fragment of the monk's first round...

But this clip is just a flashback.

I only saw one person knocking on the wooden fish...

And the close-up of this shot is placed on the wooden fish.

Wang Ling was puzzled.

He took another step forward.

In the second step, the pressure is indeed greater than before.

For these floor tiles in the atrium, the further you go, the greater the pressure will be.

The samsara pressure contained in those floor tiles behind him will continue to superimpose upwards.

It is impossible for a person to accept such a huge amount of information in a short period of time.

"No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to bear the memory of thousands of reincarnations in a short period of time." Zen Master Jindeng smiled slightly.

When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal came in, it was just a formality.

Now that Wang Ling came here, he naturally received him with the "highest standard".

The swastika 曈, concentrated all the mental pressure brought by his reincarnation, and spread it out from these floor tiles in the atrium...

No one can withstand such a terrifying force.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked out of the court.

Although he didn't doubt Wang Ling's strength, the young man in front of him seemed to have really encountered some difficulties.

He walked step by step in the atrium, very slowly...

"Zhenjun, if your friend refuses to admit defeat because of face, you can communicate with the poor monk and finally convey it to the poor monk. Poor monks don't know how to laugh." Zen Master Jindeng had a winning expression.

How could he not know how great the mental pressure brought by the swastika Tong was?

Now the boy has only just passed one-tenth of the road.

This one-tenth of the road is behind the mental pressure of 391 reincarnations!

In one reincarnation, he lived for at least a hundred years, and at most for thousands of years. This kind of pressure that reaches through the ages... Only those who have experienced it can truly understand it.

Zen Master Jin Deng sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, this young man is not Wang Daozu after all.

If it was Wang Daozu himself, it would never be so difficult.

...

kindness……

Wang Ling admitted that he was indeed walking very slowly.

But in fact, he felt that the mental pressure was not too great.

This can be seen from his thick hair.

He walked very slowly, stepping on every floor tile on purpose, partly for fun.

On the other hand, I also want to investigate the origin of the monk through the memory flashback triggered when stepping on the floor tiles.

It's a pity that he stepped on hundreds of floor tiles, and the fragmentary flashbacks cannot be pieced together into a complete memory.

It can only be said that the origin of the monks in the Daxiong Palace is indeed extraordinary.

But it seems that they are not as powerful as Wang Ling imagined.

He walked on every floor tile for a leisurely stroll, peeking at the flashbacks of the monk's every life, and the headache he felt was even less than the pressure brought to him before the mid-sixties final exam.

This made Wang Ling feel disappointed from the bottom of his heart.

He opened his hand, and there was a gathering of earth-colored spiritual energy on the palm.

Zen Master Jin Deng noticed this scene in the atrium.

Soon he discovered that the young man was actually using his spiritual power to absorb elements from the world to imitate the floor tiles in his atrium, creating an identical clay brick.

The monk suddenly smiled: "Do you want to emulate the poor monk and integrate the experience of reincarnation into bricks?"

Wang Ling didn't answer.

He has no reincarnation experience.

Because this life is his first life experience... He hasn't caught up with reincarnation at all.

What he did was to integrate his sixteen years of experience into this brick.

If he can live to be 1,600 years old, then the experience in this brick is the experience of 1% of his life.

If he can live to be 16,000 years old, then the experience in this brick is the experience of one thousandth of a lifetime...

...

Of course, Wang Ling didn't know how long he would live.

However, compared with his long life, these experiences in his hands must be a drop in the ocean.

Comparing the various experiences of Zen Master Jindeng's 3910th reincarnation, it is only a drop in the bucket.

However, he does not mind sharing what he has felt over the years with this Zen master.

After condensing the bricks in his hand, Wang Ling threw it towards Zen Master Jindeng from a distance.

"Small tricks..."

The Zen master didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to catch it directly.

Then there is no more.

The huge mental pressure contained in the memory brick thrown by Wang Ling was directly poured into the mind of Zen Master Jindeng.

In just a split second, Zen Master twitched all over, bleeding from all seven orifices at the same time, trembling crazily like an electric shock...

Jin Lan couldn't believe the torrent of terrifying memories flooding into his mind.

That's right...

Here is the function...

His mind is full of functions...

And overwhelming...

Crispy noodles...

Also, raccoons...

What has this young man been through?