Wu Chan stood outside the courtyard and pointed at the two monks.

"Here, the master of supernatural powers is the two."

Lin Meng twitched the corner of his mouth, and he saw the scene just now, and muttered to Wuchan: "These two are the two strongest geniuses in your Wanfo City? Why is it so strange?"

Wu Chan shrugged helplessly and smiled, spread his hands and said, "These two are famous madmen in Wanfo City."

Wu Chan pointed to the monk who was painting himself.

"It's just that the monk who painted the paint is a bit serious, and his magic name is Jinchan. The so-called madman is not really crazy, but a madman who practices very diligently. He is a genius master of the physical cultivation lineage, a personal disciple of the master of supernatural powers, and like the master of supernatural powers, he comes from the Vajra Temple in the Ten Thousand Buddhas City."

"The golden paint he paints is also a specialty of Wanfo City. It is called golden paint. It can be used to shape anti-corrosion gold bodies for some monks in the empire. It can also be used as a defensive method. After being brushed onto the body, the skin is as hard as a golden essence, and it can also assist in the cultivation of the body. The golden paint is gradually absorbed by the skin and will be constantly tempered and sucked, but the absorption process will be more painful."

Lin Meng nodded. He had heard of this golden lacquer thousands of years ago. When used to absorb and refine the body, it would be like a fire burning body with thousands of knifes. Not only is it precious and extraordinary that ordinary people can afford, it is not only something that ordinary people can bear.

However, the monk was able to paint himself with a plain face without any movement, and his physical attainments and patience were also amazing.

Wu Chan kept the white-faced young monk, shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"As for whom, he is really crazy. Although he is very talented, his mind is not above cultivation, but he likes to tinker with strange firearms."

"Although one of the weapons is an external object, it is also part of his own strength. However, the firearms he has tampered with are new things that are unheard of in the world, and some of them are whimsical and unrealistic."

"The Master of Supernatural Powers wants you to give them some advice. To put it bluntly, I just want you to give more advice to this crazy monk, let him focus on his practice, and show him the power of traditional swords, guns and martial arts."

Lin Meng asked curiously: "Then what kind of crazy he is? Is it just such a rogue hooligan?"

Wu Chan's mouth twitched, shook his head and said helplessly: "Not only what you see, his craziest place is still like to say nonsense, something like going home, but when he arrived in his hometown, he said that it was not his home. Since he woke up from severe illness last time, he has become like this, and there are some symptoms of amnesia. In short, he is a real crazy man who talks nonsense."

Lin Meng nodded and followed Wu Chan toward the two monks.

"Jin Chan, the two junior brothers of Zhengjue, this is the leader of Anyang from the Wuyue Sword Sect. He was entrusted by the master of supernatural powers to come to communicate with the two junior brothers and discuss the truth."

Wu Chan reached out to Lin Meng and introduced Lin Meng to the two monks.

Monk Jinchan, who was covered in golden paint, put down the brush in his hand, closed his hands and bowed slightly to Lin Meng.

"I have seen Sect Master An, and Sect Master An is well-known for his reputation as a thunderous wandering with the sword of the Imperial Realm. The little monk can meet with Sect Master An today, which is a blessing for the little monk to discuss the Tao in three lives. It's a pity that the little monk's cultivation has not been completed yet. Can you let Sect Master An come back to the room and paint his whole body with gold paint before discussing the Tao with Sect Master An later."

Monk Jinchan was very polite and neither humble nor arrogant, and Lin Meng also gave him a gift.

"Master, please."

After saying that, Monk Jinchan took the bucket of golden paint back to the room and continued to brush the remaining parts of him.

The monk Zhengjue, who looked like a white-faced boy, grinned at Lin Meng, waved his hand to greet Lin Meng.

"Hi!"

Hi? What does Hi mean?

Lin Meng was stunned and looked at Wu Chan beside him from the corner of his eyes, and saw Wu Chan shook his head helplessly.

Lin Meng had no choice but to smile embarrassedly and nodded in no time to give him a gift.

It turns out that he is a lunatic, and the way he greets him is different from that of others.

"I heard that the little master is quite researched and creative in the firearms, and I am quite interested in it. I wonder if the little master can communicate with you to the little master to open your eyes."

As soon as the firearm was mentioned, the little monk's eyes lit up. He excitedly took out a large picture from his arms, spread it on the stone table, and waved to Lin Menglianlian.

"Come on! Come on! Let's take a look. This is my newly drawn design drawing. As long as you find a skilled craftsman to create this firearm, even a mortal with no cultivation can be worth millions of heroes by one person!"

"Oh? What a firearm, is it really so magical?"

Lin raised his eyebrows and walked forward with interest, but he instinctively felt that the monk was talking big.

Let ordinary people fight against a million heroes with one person's strength. Even the first family of gunpowder a thousand years ago, the most powerful weapon of the Kirin Fire Tooth in the Thunder Gate dare not say that it has such power.

Lin Meng stepped forward and looked at it. He saw that the firearms transformed on the large picture taken out by the little monk were different from all the known firearms Lin Meng.

This is a firearm that looks like a cylinder, but not a cylinder, but is tightly snatched together by a triple hoop ring. The tail is connected to something like a rotary disk, and finally a square device and a handheld part.

Lin Meng had no research on firearms at all, not to mention that Lin Meng could not see any mystery at all, but asked suspiciously:

"My little master, how dare you ask what kind of firearm this is?"

Monk Zhengjue excitedly took this design sketch.

"This is called Gatlin! Even if an ordinary person holds it, he can be able to be able to be a man who can't help but win thousands of men!"

Lin Meng became even more suspicious.

"Is there such power?"

"Of course!"

The little monk raised his head and even closed his hands and shook his head to recite the scriptures.

"Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva, three thousand six hundred revolutions in one breath. Six pure depleted uranium bombs enter the soul to save the world."

Lin Meng was in a fog when he heard it.

Once the fire enters the soul? Is this still a firearm with the ability to attack souls?

What is Gatlin Bodhisattva? Why have you never heard of it? Could it be that an ancient Buddhist monk, who unexpectedly obtained his inheritance? This strange firearm Gatlin is the weapon created by the monk?

Lin Meng felt a little upset, turned his head and asked Wu Chan in a low voice:

"Monk, do you have this Gatlin Bodhisattva in your Buddhism? Why have I never heard of it?"

Wu Chan sighed helplessly, closed his hands and said guilty, and shook his head.

Lin Meng understood and couldn't help but twitch.

This is really a crazy monk. I have seen what crazy words are.

Lin Meng is not a Buddhist, so he doesn't mind the monk making up a Bodhisattva, but he is quite interested in the depleted uranium bomb. It sounds like a kind of firearm that he has never heard of.

"My little master, what is that depleted uranium bomb? Could it be that it is also a firearm, similar to the thunder bomb in the world?"

When the little monk heard this, he put on a profound expression.
Chapter completed!