999: C999 The Old Monk and the Swordsman

C999 The Old Monk and the Swordsman

Lin Mu had no idea that he had been targeted by someone.

He arrived at the world where the system had given him the coordinates.

"It doesn't seem like there's anything special about it."

After Lin Mu arrived at this world, he immediately used his Divine Sense to observe this world.

This was merely an ordinary Medium World in the universe.

Such an incident was not worth mentioning in the universe.

Moreover, there was nothing different about it.

However, since the System had personally emphasized that he had to come to this world to lie down, then there must be something different about this world. It was just that he had not discovered it.

This was a typical middle-tier cultivation world, and it was no different from any other world.

No matter how much it was, it was only slightly less dense than the true skin of some of the Medium World.

"Let me give you a warm reminder. There is an extremely unusual place in this world, and I want to take a closer look at it. Perhaps it will be of great help to your future."

While Lin Mu was still wondering about the differences in this world, the voice of the system sounded in his mind once again.

"Oh! Is that so?"

Lin Mu suddenly became interested. What was so special about this matter? It could even get the system to remind him once.

...

An ancient temple. This ancient temple was already somewhat dilapidated.

Even half of the great Buddhas that were worshiped inside were missing.

In this incomparably dilapidated ancient temple, a monk was kneeling. He put his palms together and closed his eyes. He knelt down in front of the Buddha, motionless. It was as if many years had passed, and his robe was in tatters. There were also several spider silk webs. There was even a trace of dust on his bald head.

It was as if he was a devout believer.

However, behind this monk stood a white-robed swordsman.

This white-robed swordsman was dressed in white. Even the scabbard of his sword was white.

His face was somewhat pale. His lips were extremely pale, as if he had been suffering from a serious illness for a long time.

He looked helplessly at this monk who had knelt in front of Buddha for who knew how many years.

"Hmph! So what if you have been kneeling in front of the Buddha for so many years? Could it be that the high and mighty Buddha still sympathizes with you? Could it be that you think this is the only way you can kneel?"

"Or perhaps you think that this high and mighty Buddha can free you from your destiny."

The white-robed swordsman looked at the monk kneeling on the ground with some ridicule.

"The only thing in this world that can free you from your fate is the strength in your hands. As long as you are powerful, even the high and mighty deities wouldn't dare to attack you."

"Little friend, where did you come from? It is as if you know everything about this poor monk's past?"

The meditating Old Monk slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. Even a trace of dust appeared on his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, some of the dust blocked his eyes.

However, he did not care about it at all.2

Instead, he asked the person behind him in a plain voice.

"It doesn't matter where I come from. But you only need to know that I'm the only one in this world who can help you. "

The white-robed swordsman saw that Old Monk, who was kneeling on the ground, had finally spoken to him. He didn't want to reveal any trace of happiness.

"Hehe, there is no one in this world who can help Old Monk. Little friend, it's better for you to leave."

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