The Daily Life of the Immortal King Chapter 1273

Chapter 1273: Chapter 1,272: bricks of reincarnation and memory

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He had actually broken the door with just one finger..

The monk had thought that he and the youngster would be evenly matched opponents.

But when he saw w.a.n.g Ling break the door with just one finger…

The shock in his eyes was indescribable.

Grenade-throwing senior immortal sat upright on the side.

He had never questioned the youngster’s strength.

Brother Ling was still as powerful as ever..

From the moment he had realized it, he had been as powerful as ever.

To be honest, when w.a.n.g Ling’s finger touched the temple’s door, he had actually been a little pleasantly surprised.

There had never been an opponent in this world who could make him take things seriously.

And this golden lamp Zen master in Kaiguang Temple might be one of them.

But after breaking the door, the trace of surprise in w.a.n.g Ling’s heart was immediately extinguished..

“This penniless monk has long heard of Ling Zhenren’s great name. If Ling Zhenren can successfully enter my Great Hall of valor, this penniless monk will tell you everything I know!” The golden lamp, which had been knocking on the wooden fish with its eyes closed, finally opened its eyes.

Grenade-throwing senior immortal had never had the chance to meet the monk’s gaze before.

Now, he saw that Zen master golden lamp had opened his eyes.

It was a pair of soul-stirring golden eyes that seemed to have the divine power to wash away all evil deeds in the world.

But there was a catch.

Grenade-throwing senior immortal felt that he was still far from the shock he had felt when he had first met w.a.n.g Tong. 2

“The swastika eye…”w.a.n.g Ling could only see Master Golden Lamp’s back.

But he already knew that the other party had opened the so-called “Swastika Eye”that only the most holy of Buddhists could possess.

As the most holy of Buddhists, master golden lamp had condensed the energy he had spent in each reincarnation into his own pupil.

Now, he had gone through 3,910 reincarnations.

There was a pupil of 3,910 there.

Now, w.a.n.g Ling seemed to understand a little why this master Jin Deng was so interested in his “King’s pupil”.

This was a serious beauty pupil enthusiast.

This “Swastika”was a natal item that Master Jin Deng was proud of.

It could wash away all malice in the world, gain insight into people’s reincarnation, and see through people’s weaknesses.

He condensed all his experiences from his 3910 reincarnation into this small “Swastika”.

His swastika was a compilation of all the mistakes he had made in these reincarnations, like a problem set.

Those mistakes in battle decisions, mistakes in positioning… all kinds of wrong battle experiences turned into a flood of history that gathered in the eyes of the Golden Lamp Zen master.

He kept these mistakes firmly in his heart.

So that he wouldn’t make any more mistakes after the next reincarnation.

Now, the moment w.a.n.g Ling stepped on the threshold.

The swastika eye, which hadn’t bloomed for a long time, unleashed its divine power at this moment.

It began to resonate with every tile in the atrium!

w.a.n.g Ling stepped on the first tile in the atrium.

This was the pressure of the Golden Lamp Zen master’s first reincarnation.

w.a.n.g Ling saw a memory fragment of the monk’s first reincarnation..

But this fragment was just a flashback.

He only saw Le knock on a wooden fish..

And this close-up of the wooden fish was on top of it.

w.a.n.g Ling didn’t understand.

He took another step forward.

The pressure on the second step was indeed greater than before.

The more he walked forward on the tiles in the atrium, the greater the pressure would be.

The Samsara pressure contained in the tiles behind him would continue to pile up.

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

“No matter how powerful a person is, it’s impossible for him to withstand the memories of a thousand reincarnations in such a short period of time.”The Golden Lamp Zen master smiled faintly.

Grenade-throwing senior immortal had just come in as a formality.

Now that w.a.n.g Ling was here, he naturally used the “Highest standard”to receive him.

The swastika focused all the mental pressure from his reincarnation on these tiles in the atrium..

No one could withstand such a terrifying force.

Grenade-throwing senior immortal looked out of the atrium.

Although he didn’t doubt w.a.n.g Ling’s strength, the youngster in front of him really seemed to have encountered some difficulty.

He walked step by step in the middle of the court, walking very slowly..

“Senior Immortal, if your friend refuses to admit defeat because of his pride, you can communicate with this penniless monk and pa.s.s on the message. This penniless monk won’t laugh at you.”Zen master golden lamp looked as if victory was in his grasp.

How could he not know how tremendous the mental pressure brought about by the swastika was?

The youth had only just crossed one-tenth of the road.

Behind this one-tenth of the road was the mental pressure of the 391st Reincarnation!

He had lived for at least a hundred years in the first reincarnation, and at most a thousand or ten thousand years in the first reincarnation. Only someone who had experienced this kind of pressure… could truly experience it.

Zen master golden lamp sighed in his heart.

It was a pity that this youngster wasn’t Dao ancestor w.a.n.g after all.

If it had been dao ancestor w.a.n.g himself, he definitely wouldn’t have had to work so hard.

..

Mm..

w.a.n.g Ling admitted that he was indeed walking very slowly.

But in fact, he didn’t feel much mental pressure.

This could be seen from his thick hair.

He walked very slowly and deliberately stepped on every brick on the ground, partly for fun.

On the other hand, he wanted to investigate the monk’s background through the flashbacks triggered when he stepped on the tiles.

Unfortunately, he had stepped on hundreds of tiles, and those fragmented flashbacks couldn’t piece together a complete memory.

It could only be said that the monk in the Great Hall of the Mahavira was indeed extraordinary.

But he didn’t seem to be as powerful as w.a.n.g Ling had imagined.

He strolled leisurely on every floor tile, peering into the flashbacks of the Monk’s life. The headache he felt wasn’t even as bad as the pressure he had felt before the end-of-term exam at No. 60 middle school.

This made w.a.n.g Ling feel sincerely disappointed.

He opened his hand, and earth-colored spirit energy gathered on it.

The Golden Lamp Zen master noticed this scene in the atrium.

Soon, he realized that the young man was actually using his spirit energy to absorb the elements of heaven and earth to imitate the floor tiles in the atrium and create an identical brick.

The monk instantly smiled. “Do you want this penniless monk to fuse the experience of reincarnation into this brick?”

w.a.n.g Ling didn’t answer.

He didn’t have any experience of reincarnation.

Because this was his first experience… and it wasn’t even close to reincarnation.

All he had done was fuse his sixteen years of experience into this brick.

If he could live to 1,600 years old, then the experience in this brick would be one percent of his life experience.

If he could live to 16,000 years old, then the experience in this brick would be one thousandth of his life experience..

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Of course, w.a.n.g Ling didn’t know how long he could live.

But compared to his long life, these experiences in his hands were definitely a drop in the ocean.

Compared to the various experiences of the Golden Lamp Zen master in his 3910 reincarnation, they were just a drop in the ocean.

However, he didn’t mind sharing what he had experienced over the years with this Zen master.

After condensing the brick in his hand, w.a.n.g Ling threw it at Zen master golden lamp from afar.

“Petty tricks…”

Zen master didn’t even look at it; he raised his hand and caught it directly.

And then there was nothing else.

The huge mental pressure contained in the memory brick that w.a.n.g Ling threw directly entered Zen Master Golden Lamp’s mind.

In an instant, Zen master’s entire body twitched, and at the same time, blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as if he had been electrocuted

The golden lamp could not believe the terrifying flood of memories that surged into his mind.

That’s right..

This was a function..

His mind was filled with functions..

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