"Yes, this is the elixir that the poor monk made with his own hands. Although the poor monk cannot help you find Wuling City, this elixir can also solve one of your current problems."

Master Xinyou clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name with a warm smile. However, Lin Meng became increasingly confused about what kind of medicine the monk in front of him was selling in his gourd and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Can you solve my current problem?"

Lin Meng looked at the elixir again, but didn't see anything in terms of appearance. Then he put it under his nose and sniffed it twice, and then a faint fragrance of elixir came straight to him from Lin Meng's nose.

In my mind, I suddenly felt a sense of comfort, as if I was soaking in a hot spring.

Now Lin Meng recognized what the elixir was and immediately exclaimed.

"This is the Eight Treasures Ruyi Feishen Pill! The pill recipe left by the legendary Buddha!"

As the saying goes, "gods are covered in dust and gather their luster." The more precious treasures will dim over time and become ordinary, no longer having any extraordinary splendor or obvious fragrance. This is something Lin Meng didn't realize after looking at it for a long time.

The appearance of the product shows the origin of this elixir.

And this elixir is a first-class divine object. The elixir recipe left by the saint cannot be called a holy elixir! But anything with the word saint, whether it is a magic weapon or a secret method, so this elixir,

They are all very powerful and very reasonable and can be measured.

"This elixir is extremely precious. I didn't expect that the master could refine such a holy elixir. I don't know why the master would give this divine object to me. If I just say that he has a compassionate heart, I won't believe it."

Lin Meng calmed down a bit at this time and asked Master Xinyou again. After all, he was also a direct descendant of a saint. He was shocked and shocked, and he would not be so frightened by a holy pill.

The Eight Treasures Ruyi Fei Shendan is a true holy elixir. Lin Meng has also heard of its efficacy. It has the magical effect of instilling the soul.

Even if a person has lost his soul, as long as there is still a trace of the soul left, he can take this elixir and be reborn as a complete soul again, which can be called the treasure of heaven and earth!

One of the problems Lin Meng is facing right now is that the soul does not match the physical body. It is not the original body. Naturally, the recovery speed of the soul is extremely slow. When the cultivation level reaches the realm, if the power of the soul is not enough, then

There will be a danger of being unable to control one's cultivation, or even going too far and falling into a demonic explosion and dying.

As for why Master Xinyou sent two pills, Lin Meng also had some guesses in his heart. They should be prepared for Anyang, who has two souls with him. With Master Xinyou's eyesight, he can see that he is the one who has lived for thousands of years.

It is impossible for people not to see the situation in Anyang.

But this is a saint's treasure after all. Even if it is not refined by a saint himself, Lin Meng can guess the magical materials needed to refine this holy elixir. Even if he doesn't know what is needed specifically, he can guess that it must be of extraordinary value and need.

After spending a lot of energy to refine it, how can the holy elixir be so easy to refine?

If you say that Master Xinyou gave him such a treasure just out of a bodhisattva's heart, Lin Meng would not believe it to death. Understand that Master Xinyou is the contemporary Xuantian Sect, and no matter how deep the foundation of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas is, he will not be able to follow it.

He casually took out such a treasure that was closely related to the word saint and gave it away.

Sure enough, after hearing what Lin Meng said, Master Xinyou nodded slightly, said the Buddha's name again and said:

"Your expectation is correct. The poor monk did not give you these divine objects out of a compassionate and bodhisattva-like heart.

This can be regarded as a bet made by the poor monk. I hope that you and the little benefactor in your consciousness will be able to make good use of it."

"bet?"

Lin Meng frowned and asked in confusion.

"Yes, it's a bet."

Master Xinyou nodded and said firmly:

"Since your Excellency studied under a generation of saints, you must also know a lot about the theory of destiny. You can naturally see that the destiny of the world is undergoing drastic changes.

In this drastic change, everyone must take sides, even the poor monk, so this is the poor monk’s bet.”

When it came to luck, Lin Meng's face became serious. This was something that even saints could avoid, and he himself didn't want to be contaminated at all.

But what Lin Meng didn't expect was that this change in luck would have reached such a serious level that even the contemporary Xuantian Sect would take sides.

"I do feel the changes in the fortunes of the world, but I never thought that the situation would be so serious that even the Xuantian Sect, which has always been aloof from the world, would take sides."

Lin Meng nodded, and then asked cautiously:

"I just don't know...whether this is..."

Lin Meng pointed upwards with his index finger, hinting to Master Xinyou that after all, the more sensitive the topic, the less likely he was to talk about that holy word.

"No."

Master Xinyou shook his head, lowered his head and said the Buddha's name before saying:

"This is the bet made by the poor monk and has nothing to do with the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. The City of Ten Thousand Buddhas does not want to interfere with this change of fate, but the poor monk is unwilling to be manipulated by this fate and wants to break out.

This may pull the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas towards the center of this drastic change and cause unnecessary disasters, but please allow this poor monk to be selfish for the only time in his life."

After saying that, Master Xinyou's face, which always had a gentle smile, actually showed a look of guilt.

No one would have thought that Master Xinyou, who had always been compassionate and bodhisattva-minded, and possessed both small righteousness and great love for the world, would actually make such a decision at this time.

But after all, Lin Meng is not an ordinary person. His vision and mind are not comparable to ordinary people. At this time, he can understand the master of Xinyou. He sighed and said:

"Master, you have been working hard all this time. It must be very tiring to be worshiped by everyone and to be the purest and most kind person in the world.

Along the way, he has cultivated a golden body with merits and virtues comparable to that of the Buddha of the past, and has done so many good deeds. The master has become sacred in the eyes of everyone in the world, and he is not allowed to have even a little selfishness.

In the eyes of the world, the master may be a saint who saves the suffering and a noble representative, but in my eyes, the master is just a pitiful mortal, and even his selfish qualifications have been ruthlessly deprived."

Master Xinyou was stunned by Lin Meng's words. A look of sadness and loneliness flashed across his face. Then he returned to his gentle smile, poured another cup of tea for Lin Meng and said:

"The poor monk has lived for nearly two hundred years, and you are the first to say that the poor monk is a pitiful person. Everyone in the world calls the poor monk the reincarnation of some kind and compassionate Bodhisattva, but how many people know that even the poor monk is no more than that?

They are just ordinary people who are manipulated by fate in this world.

If this poor monk had a choice, he would rather not be born in this City of Ten Thousand Buddhas or join the Xuantian Sect."

Although Lin Meng could understand Master Xinyou's situation and difficulties, his words still made him confused and confused, and he frowned and asked.

"I don't know what the master said. Isn't it the most sought-after person in the world to be able to become a generation of Xuantian sect and touch the word saint? Why did the master say this?"

As soon as Lin Meng said this, Master Xinyou was silent for a moment, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and asked Lin Meng:

"Do you know the nickname of this poor monk?"

"nickname?"

Lin Meng raised his eyebrows and blurted out several common names for Master Xinyou.

"The reincarnation of a Bodhisattva? A living Buddha? The best in the world?"

"Yes, it is the best thing in the world!"

Master Xinyou nodded, and then asked:

"Then your Excellency, you know, since the poor monk is the best in the world, who is the worst in the world?"

"I don't know."

Lin Meng shook his head, becoming more and more confused, wondering how this matter was related to Master Xinyou's difficulties.

Master Xinyou sighed, lowered his head and said the Buddha's name:
Chapter completed!