Chapter 1,272 Bricks made of reincarnation and memory
He actually broke down the door with just one finger...
The monk originally thought that he and the boy would be evenly matched opponents.
However, when he saw Wang Ling break the door with just one finger.
The shocking feeling that made the pupils tremble was beyond words.
Lord Throwing Thunder sat aside.
He never had any doubts about the young man's strength.
Brother Ling, you are still as strong as ever...
It's the same as ever from the moment he met him.
To be honest, when Wang Ling's finger touched the door of the temple, he was actually a little surprised in his heart.
There has never been an opponent in this world that could make him serious.
And the Zen Master Jindeng in the Kaiguang Temple may be one.
However, after breaking the door, the trace of surprise that arose in Wang Ling's heart was immediately extinguished...
"I have heard the name of Master Ling for a long time. If Master Ling can successfully enter this great palace of mine, I will tell you everything I know!" At this time, the man who had closed his eyes and knocked on the golden lamp of the wooden fish finally opened his eyes.
Open your own eyes.
Lord Throwing Thunder had never had the opportunity to meet the monk's eyes before.
Now, he saw Zen Master Jindeng open his eyes.
Those are a pair of stunning golden eyes, which seem to have the power to wash away all the bad karma in the world.
But there is one thing to say.
Lord Throwing Thunder felt that it was still far from the shock he felt when he first saw Wang Tong.
"Swastika..." Wang Ling only saw the back of the golden lantern master.
But he already knew that the other party had opened the "Swastika" which is known as the sage of Buddhism and Taoism.
As the sage of Buddhism, Master Jindeng condensed the energy of each reincarnation into his own pupils.
Now, he has gone through 3910 reincarnations.
There are 3910 pupils over there.
Now, Wang Ling seemed to understand why Zen Master Jindeng was so interested in his "Wang Pupil".
This is a serious contact lens enthusiast.
This "Swastika" is the natal object that Zen Master Jin Deng is proud of.
It can wash away all malice in the world, gain insight into people's reincarnation, and observe people's weaknesses.
He condensed his 3910 reincarnation experiences into this small "Swastika".
And his swastika is a collection of mistakes he made during these reincarnations, like a collection of wrong questions.
Those mistakes in decision-making in battle, mistakes in positioning...all kinds of wrong combat experiences turned into the torrent of history and gathered in the eyes of Zen Master Jindeng.
He kept these mistakes firmly in his mind.
The purpose is to be able to make no more mistakes in the next reincarnation.
Now, the moment Wang Ling stepped into the threshold.
The "Swastika", which had not bloomed for a long time, exerted its magical power at this moment.
It starts to resonate with every floor tile in the atrium!
Wang Ling stepped on the first floor tile in the atrium.
This is the pressure of Zen Master Jindeng’s reincarnation.
Wang Ling saw the memory fragment of the monk's first reincarnation...
But this clip is just a flashback.
I only saw one person knocking on wooden fish...
Moreover, this close-up shot is placed on this wooden fish.
Wang Ling didn't understand its meaning.
He took another step forward.
In the second step, the pressure is indeed greater than before.
The further you go forward on these floor tiles in the atrium, the greater the pressure will be.
The samsara pressure contained in the floor tiles behind you will continue to superimpose upwards.
It is impossible for one person to accept such a huge amount of information in a short period of time.
"No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot bear the memory of thousands of reincarnations in a short period of time." Zen Master Jindeng smiled slightly.
When True Lord Throwing Thunder came in, it was just a formality.
Now that Wang Ling came here, he naturally received him with the "highest standard".
The swastika concentrated the mental pressure caused by all his reincarnations and spread it out through these floor tiles in the atrium...
No one can withstand such terrifying power.
Lord Throwing Thunder looked outside the court.
Although he did not doubt Wang Ling's power, the young man in front of him seemed to be really in trouble.
He walked step by step in the atrium, walking very slowly...
"Zhenjun, if your friend refuses to admit defeat for the sake of face, you can communicate and finally convey it to the poor monk. The poor monk will not laugh." Zen Master Jin Deng looked like he was winning.
The mental pressure brought by the swastika was so great, how could he not know it?
Now the young man has just walked one-tenth of the way.
Behind this one-tenth of the road is the mental pressure of 391 reincarnations!
In one reincarnation, he lived for at least a hundred years, and at most for thousands of years. Only those who have experienced this kind of pressure can truly understand it.
Zen Master Jindeng sighed in his heart.
It's a pity that this young man is not Wang Daozu after all.
If it were Wang Daozu himself, he would never be so strenuous.
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kindness……
Wang Ling admitted that he walked very slowly.
But in fact, he didn't feel much mental pressure.
This can be seen from his thick hair.
He walked very slowly, deliberately stepping on every floor tile, partly for fun.
On the other hand, I also want to investigate the origin of the monk through the memory flashback triggered by stepping on the floor tiles.
Unfortunately, he stepped on hundreds of floor tiles, and the fragmented flashbacks could not be pieced together into a complete memory.
It can only be said that the origins of the monks in the Main Hall are indeed extraordinary.
But it seems that it is not as powerful as Wang Ling imagined.
He walked leisurely on every floor tile, peeking at the flashbacks of each life of the monk, and the headache he felt was not even as much as the pressure brought to him before the final exam of the 60th grade.
This made Wang Ling feel sincerely disappointed.
He opened his hand, and earth-colored spiritual energy gathered on his palm.
Zen Master Jin Deng noticed this scene in the atrium.
Soon he discovered that the young man was using his spiritual power to absorb elements from the world and imitate the floor tiles in his atrium to create an identical adobe brick.
The monk suddenly laughed: "Do you want to imitate the poor monk and integrate the experience of reincarnation into the bricks?"
Wang Ling did not answer.
He has no reincarnation experience.
Because this life is his first life experience... He has not yet caught up with reincarnation.
What he did was just integrate his grown-up and sixteen years of experience into this brick.
If he could live to be 1,600 years old, then the experience contained in this brick would be the experience of one percent of his lifetime.
If he could live to be sixteen thousand years old, then the experience contained in this brick would be the experience of one thousandth of his lifetime...
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Of course, Wang Ling didn't know how long he could live.
However, these experiences in his hands are definitely a drop in the ocean compared to his long life.
Comparing the various experiences of Zen Master Jin Deng in 3910 reincarnations, they are only a drop in the bucket.
However, he didn't mind sharing what he had experienced over the years with this Zen master.
After gathering the bricks in his hand, Wang Ling threw them towards Zen Master Jin Deng from a distance.
"Young little kid..."
The Zen master didn't even look at it, he raised his hand and caught it directly with his hand.
Then there is no more.
The huge mental pressure contained in the memory brick thrown by Wang Ling was poured directly into the mind of Zen Master Jindeng.
Just for a moment, the Zen master's whole body twitched, and at the same time his seven orifices were bleeding, and he was shaking crazily like an electric shock...
Jin Deng couldn't believe the torrent of horrific memories flooding into his mind.