I survived 999 catastrophes

Chapter 70 Layman Wan Ling
"This Layman Wanling, isn't he afraid of God's punishment?"

It wasn't Hetu who asked, but another monk, who was only in his thirties and only built a foundation.

It was only at this age that the foundation was established, so it can only be said that his aptitude is mediocre, but it is still much better than ordinary people.

That person had just finished asking, and soon someone answered:

"Naturally, Layman Wan Ling didn't kill this mortal. If you really want to spare your life, no one would trade your life with Lay Wan Ling. If you really are willing to trade your life, life probably isn't the most important thing."

Seeing Yang Wei, who was still a little against Hetu in his heart before, he immediately said positively:
"That's right, Layman Wanling, it must be this mortal who ran into the layman inside and was beaten to death by the monk guarding the gate."

When Hetu heard that, he smiled inside his head, it was okay if he was beaten to death by a monk.

"It's normal to go in, what will Layman Wan Ling give you in exchange?"

It stands to reason that Hetu, a monk in the Qi training period, has absolutely no confidence. In front of these people, he can ask questions confidently.

But the fact that he broke the three rounds of the three immortals has already spread in Sisan. Among the righteous immortal sects, those with strong strength and excellent aptitude may not have a place in Hetu.

However, Hetu is destined to become famous for the way of miscellaneous learning.

These monks, as well as other outer disciples, did not feel that there was anything shameful in answering a question from a Qi Practicing monk. One of the Foundation Establishment monks replied:
"They are all worthless things, and they are absolutely useless in exchange."

He Tu nodded, he basically understood the tricks of Layman Wan Ling.

It has to be said that this Layman Wan Ling has some skills. After He Tu had a general idea in his mind, he cupped his hands and said to everyone:

"I also hope that you will allow me to join the team. I am the head, and I want to go in and break the game."

When He Tu said this, the monks watching suddenly started talking again:

"Master Zhen is indeed here to break the trap of Layman Wan Ling!"

"If it were Head Zhen, it would definitely be broken."

"Master Zhen, please feel free. I have never seen the three rounds of the Three Immortals. Today, I am lucky to see Master Zhen break the game!"

Naturally, the monks had no objections, and they were very happy to see He Tu come to break the situation, so they all got out of the way.

Hetu bowed his hands in thanks, and led Qingming to the temple.

The bluestone slabs are paved in front of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, and it has been cleaned cleanly, not even a ginkgo leaf has been seen.

The decoration of the temple gate is not exquisite, but it is not crude either.

The plaque with the words "Wolong Temple" on its head is dark all over, with fine texture, and the wood used is very high-grade at first glance.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, you will see a huge stone tablet with a granite base, surrounded by a circle of white marble railings, and stone lions sitting on both sides of the bluestone steps.

The two one-foot-tall stone lions look calm and majestic, with extraordinary demeanor.

The temple is not very big, with a house on each side and a hall in front of it. When you walk up the steps, you will see an incense burner placed in a small square in the center.

An old monk wearing linen gray robes, holding a long stick, pronounced a Buddhist name to the river map, then pointed to the location of the main hall and made a gesture of invitation.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Hetu yelled at the old monk, regardless of whether the yelling was right or not, he dragged Qingming into the room.

Approaching the main hall, there is a statue of Maitreya Buddha, with his front exposed, sitting cross-legged, holding Buddhist beads, smiling, lifelike.

On both sides are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from all walks of life.

Hetu basically does not know.

The murals on the top of the head are dazzling, and the raised faces of the Buddhas are like countless stars and Big Dippers, with different expressions and different poses.

As far as the artistic level of this temple is concerned, in the era of Hetu's previous life, it is not a big problem to rate a five-A scenic spot.

Hetu was looking around, but Qingming didn't look sideways, and he didn't have the slightest interest in these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you asking for here?"

He Tu was looking left and right, but heard a voice coming from the front, and that voice came from behind Maitreya Buddha.

"Zhen Hetu, the junior leader of the Taiqiong Sect, has met the Wanling layman."

Hetu put his hands together and bowed in the direction of Maitreya Buddha, expecting a monk to come out.

I even thought about it, it's not impossible for a person with such a personality to have a bottle of wine in his left hand and a roast chicken in his right.

But I didn't see the monk coming out, but I saw a person dressed as a scholar coming out.

The man dressed as a scholar was holding a book in his hand, reading it with great interest, but there was no name on the cover.

This person is Layman Wan Ling.

[Being a junior (Wan Ling layman)
Affiliation: None

Age: 650
Attributes: Comprehension 9, Constitution 9, Potential 8, Spiritual Power 9, Concentration 9, Chance 9
Cultivation method: Wanxiang Tianyin Jue; Confucianism classics

Acquired skills: ...

Realm: Combination Stage (980/1000)

Mood: 400 (base mood value +400)]

Although this Layman Wan Ling is 650 years old, he looks like he is only in his forties.

But the age of the monks can't be counted. Fairy Chixia is more than 100 years old, doesn't she look like a young girl who is only 20 years old.

Layman Wan Ling was wearing an ink-colored Confucian robe, with a neat bun on his head, which was wrapped in an exquisite white jade hair crown.

Belt, shoes, jade pendant, sachet, all the attire that a Confucian scholar should have, this great master in the integration stage has everything.

Although the appearance is ordinary, but the temperament of the body, let it feel like a generation of Confucianism.

"Taiqiongmen?"

The layman Wanling glanced at Hetu and Qingming for a few times, then sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha and said slowly:
"Your master, you borrowed something from me many years ago and haven't returned it yet."

"Junior, that's why you're here."

He Tu stood and said to Layman Wan Ling.

Layman Wan Ling looked up and down Hetu, and laughed:

"No matter what you say, first exchange things with me before talking."

After Layman Wan Ling finished speaking, he quickly put the book in his hand in front of him, followed by a folding fan, a jade pendant, a roll of drawing paper, and a peach branch.

He Tu glanced at them, and found that they were all ordinary things, and the jade pendants might be exchanged for a tael of silver.

He Tu took out a bottle of panacea from the virtual world, which was the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill sent by Qin Xian.

He Tu pushed the Jiuzhuan Resurrection Pill in front of Layman Wan Ling and said:

"This is the most beloved thing I can give away. This is a first-grade panacea, the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill. Even if you are dead, as long as the soul is still dying, it can be saved. This is my life. I will be with you." Exchange, and then ask about my master."

Layman Wan Ling smiled and shook his head. He supported his knee with one hand and leaned forward slightly:
"This is not your favorite thing, I don't want it."

Qingming frowned slightly, and said impatiently:
"Then what do you want? This is already the most precious panacea for my brother in charge."

Layman Wanling stroked his beard and smiled, and the ancient Buddha behind him seemed to be laughing too at this moment, but when he saw Layman Wanling, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Qingming.

"She is the most precious to you. If you want to exchange it, use her to exchange it."

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