It took only one finger to break down the door......

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

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

The shock that made the pupils tremble with it is impossible to describe it in words.

Trei sat on the side.

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

Brother Ling, he is still as strong as ever......

From the moment he recognized, it was as it always was.

To be honest, when Wang Ling's finger touched the door of the temple, there was actually a hint of surprise in his heart.

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

And this Golden Lantern Zen Master in this Kaiguang Temple may be one.

However, after breaking the door, the trace of surprise that rose in Wang Ling's heart immediately disappeared......

"Poor monk, I have heard of the real name for a long time. If a real person can enter my hall of the Great Majesty, the poor monk will tell you everything he knows! At this time, the golden lamp that was originally knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed finally opened his eyes.

Trei Zhenjun had never had the opportunity to meet the monk's gaze before.

Now, he saw the golden lantern Zen master open his eyes.

It was a pair of golden eyes that were terrifying, as if they had the divine power to cleanse all the bad karma in the world.

But there is one thing to say.

Di Lei Zhenjun felt that it was still far from the shock he brought when he first met 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 "swastika" that was known as the most holy of Buddhism.

As the most holy person in Buddhism, Master Jin Lantern condensed the energy that occurs in each of his reincarnations into his pupils.

Today, he has gone through 3,910 reincarnations.

There's a pupil of 3910 over there.

Now, Wang Ling seemed to understand a little why this Golden Lantern Zen Master was so interested in his "Wang Tong".

This is a serious lover of contact lenses.

This "swastika" is the natal object that the Golden Lantern Zen Master is proud of.

It can wash away all the malice in the world, perceive the reincarnation of people, and observe the weakness of people.

He condensed his experience of reincarnation in the 3910th century into this small "swastika".

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

Those mistakes in decision-making in battle, mistakes in positioning...... All kinds of erroneous combat experiences turned into a torrent of history and gathered in the eyes of the Golden Lantern Zen Master.

He kept these mistakes in his heart.

In order to be able to stop making mistakes after reincarnation in the next life.

Now, at the moment when Wang Ling stepped into the threshold.

The "swastika" that has not bloomed for a long time has exerted its divine power at this moment.

Every tile in the atrium begins to resonate!

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

This is the pressure of the reincarnation of the Golden Lantern Zen Master I.

Wang Ling saw the memory fragment of the first wheel of the monk......

But this clip is just a flashback.

I only saw that there was a person who was knocking on the wooden fish......

And this close-up is placed on this wooden fish.

Wang Ling was puzzled.

He took another step forward.

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

These floor tiles in the atrium, the further you go, the greater the pressure.

The reincarnation pressure contained in those floor tiles behind them will continue to stack upwards.

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

"A person, no matter how strong he is, can't withstand the memory of a thousand lifetimes of reincarnation in a short period of time." The Golden Lantern Zen Master smiled slightly.

When Dio Lei Zhenjun came in, it was just a passing scene.

Now that Wang Ling is here, he naturally uses the "highest standard" to receive him.

The swastika, which concentrates the mental pressure brought about by all his reincarnations, is spread out by these floor tiles in the atrium......

No one can withstand such a terrifying force.

Diolei Zhenjun looked out of the court.

Although he didn't doubt Wang Ling's strength, the young man in front of him seemed to be really in trouble.

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

"Zhenjun, if your friend is unwilling to admit defeat for the sake of face, you can communicate with the poor monk and finally convey it to the poor monk. Poor monks don't laugh. The Golden Lantern Zen Master had a winning expression in his hand.

How great is the mental pressure brought by the swastika, how can he not know?

Now the boy has just crossed a tenth of the road.

This one-tenth of the road section is the mental pressure of the 391st reincarnation behind him!

He lived for a hundred years and thousands of years for reincarnation...... Only those who have come here can truly appreciate it.

The Golden Lantern Zen Master sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that this young man is not Wang Daozu after all.

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

……

Kindness......

Wang Ling admitted that he was indeed walking very slowly.

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

This can be seen in his thick hair.

He walked very slowly, deliberately stepping on every floor tile, on the one hand, 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 flashback images can't be pieced together as a complete memory.

It can only be said that the origin of the monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall is 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 stressful as the pressure he had before the final exams in the mid-sixties.

This made Wang Ling sincerely disappointed.

He opened his hand, and earth-colored psionic energy gathered on the palm of his hand.

The Golden Lantern Zen Master noticed this scene in the atrium.

He soon discovered that the boy was using his spiritual power to absorb the elements of heaven and earth, and imitated the floor tiles in his atrium, creating an identical adobe brick.

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

Wang Ling did not answer.

He didn't have any experience of reincarnation.

Because this life is his first life experience...... And it's not in time for reincarnation.

All he did was to merge his sixteen years of experience as he grew up into this brick.

If he can live to be 1,600 years old, then the experience in this brick is the experience of one hundredth of a lifetime.

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

……

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

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

Compared with the various experiences of the 3910th reincarnation of the Golden Lantern Zen Master, it is also a drop in the bucket.

However, he doesn't mind sharing what he has felt over the years with the Zen master.

After condensing the bricks in his hand, Wang Ling threw it at the Golden Lantern Zen Master from afar.

"Carving insect trick ......"

The Zen master didn't look at it, he raised his hand and caught it directly with his hand.

And then there was no then.

The memory brick thrown by Wang Ling, the huge mental pressure contained in it was poured directly into the mind of this Golden Lantern Zen Master.

In an instant, the Zen master convulsed all over, and at the same time, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he trembled like an electric shock......

The torrent of horrific memories that Golden Lantern poured into his mind in disbelief.

That's right......

This is the function......

His mind was full of functions......