Horror Resurrection, I Bind the Enhanced Simulator

Daoist Wen Li showed a look of compassion, and made a speech to the two of them.

Looking at the solemn expressions of Monk Miku and Taoist Wen Li, Su Jingyuan didn't speak, but looked at Jiang He.

Jiang He, who was dressed in a white black Taoist robe, didn't say a word after he entered the meditation room. He took a sip of tea from a purple clay teacup, showing a calm expression, and didn't respond to the words of the miserable monk and Taoist priest Wen Li.

"Director Jiang..."

Su Jingyuan spoke hesitantly, but was interrupted by Jiang He before he finished speaking.

"You decide whether to agree or not, don't worry about me."

Jiang He drank tea and said the first sentence when he entered the meditation room.

"I promised to guard a life gate, but if I encounter an irresistible danger, I may abandon the gate and escape. Please don't blame the two masters."

After Su Jingyuan thought for a while, he opened his mouth and said, leaving a way out for himself in his words.

If he and Jiang He didn't go to guard the gate of life, then there would be absolutely no way to prevent Guhai from entering Fengdu City only with Daoist Wenli and Master Miku.

Although F-level ghosts can't harm him, it's definitely not a good thing for veterans who entered the horror dungeon.

Because this will speed up the recovery of the evil force in Fengdu City. Although it is not yet known what this evil force is, all clues point to it.

It is definitely a good thing for all veterans to use the power of the aborigines in the horror copy to prevent the recovery of evil forces.

He knew that Jiang He would definitely not refuse, he would definitely agree to guard a life gate in the end, and he would definitely not miss such a good opportunity.

As for why Jiang He didn't agree immediately, Su Jingyuan didn't know.

Chapter 114

"On behalf of the 3000 million souls in Fengdu, I would like to thank Lord Su for his great virtue."

When the miserable monk and Taoist Wenli heard that Su Jingyuan agreed, their faces showed excitement, and they thanked him in unison, and then looked at Jiang He who was holding a purple sand teacup indifferently.

"Promise to save 3000 million souls in Fengdu, and you will get great merit."

The cold mechanical voice sounded in Jiang He's mind, and after hearing the system's voice, he didn't open his mouth to speak.

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, so quietly that even a needle could be heard falling.

After a stick of incense time...

"Giant benefactor..."

Seeing that Jiang He was indifferent, the mournful monk with long snow-white eyebrows fell in front of his eyes, and finally couldn't help speaking, but was interrupted immediately by Jiang He.

"I've been restless recently, and I want to read some Buddhist scriptures to calm my mind."

Jiang He said lightly, playing with the purple sand teacup in his hand with his slender fingers, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

After hearing what Jiang He said, the three people in the room were all stunned. Now they are discussing about the life and death of 3000 million people in Fengdu, and how it is related to Buddhist scriptures.

"Of course, there is a Sutra Pavilion in this temple. Donor Jiang can read Buddhist scriptures as he wants."

The miserable monk reacted first and spoke.

"If I were to take away a few copies..."

"You can take it from the benefactor Jiang."

……

This is a three-storey attic temple with blue bricks and red tiles. There are glazed birds and animals hanging on the eaves. There is a black plaque on it, which reads in golden letters:

Sutra Pavilion...

"Squeak..."

The vermilion wooden door was pushed open, and a puff of smoke and dust spread over the surface. It was obvious that no one had come here for a long time.

"Benefactor Jiang, please."

"Su benefactor, please."

After the miserable monk pushed open the red wooden door, he spoke to Jiang He and Su Jingyuan.

The first floor of the Sutra Pavilion was covered with dust. Obviously, no one had cleaned it for a long time. On the rows of bookshelves, there were old scriptures, and the scriptures were also covered with dust.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Jiang He walked slowly, his slender and slender fingers brushing over the dusty old scriptures, and his white and tender fingers were covered with dust.

"Benefactor Su, how many Buddhist scriptures are you going to choose?"

Seeing that Jiang He didn't look through the Buddhist scriptures, but lightly slid his fingers across the Buddhist scriptures, the miserable monk flashed doubts on his face, and said to Su Jingyuan next to him.

"Thank you master, no need."

Su Jingyuan shook his head, looking at Jiang He who was walking slowly in the Sutra Pavilion. The Su family in Lingxi is a family of Taoism. Even if there is a treasure in this Sutra Pavilion, it is also a treasure of Buddhism, and it is against what he has learned. However, it is impossible for this small temple to have any powerful treasures, and the most important thing for the Su family in Lingxi is treasures, so he doesn't bother to take advantage of the fire to rob them.

"Obtaining the manuscript copy of the "Diamond Sutra" by an eminent monk can be strengthened, is it strengthened?"

The mechanical and cold system sound rang in Jiang He's mind.

Jiang He's body that was walking slowly stopped, and he picked up his finger and put it on the dusty ancient Buddhist scriptures.

"strengthen……"

"The host has decided to strengthen the manuscript of the eminent monk of the Diamond Sutra."

"The manuscript of the "Diamond Sutra" is being strengthened... the enhancement is complete."

"The manuscript of the eminent monk of the "Diamond Sutra" has been strengthened and becomes an isolated copy of the "Diamond Sutra", which cannot be strengthened again."

"Every hour of reading can increase the attribute of muscle tissue strength by 10 points."

The cold voice of the system machine sounded from Jiang He's mind.

On the dusty Buddhist scripture in his hand, the black and simple book cover reads, "Diamond Sutra" (solitary copy).

Jiang He continued to walk forward slowly, until the system didn't make any sound until he finished walking on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

When he was about to go to the second floor, he put his hand on the jade stone hanging from the red string on the stairs from the first floor to the second floor.

"Get the skill spar, it cannot be strengthened."

The mechanical and cold voice of the system sounded in his mind.

Jiang He slightly stimulated the power of the celestial master, and the piece of jade turned into a puddle of liquid and melted into his palm.

"Obtain the skill "Tianshichengjin" and cannot be strengthened. "

The cold voice of the system machinery sounded in Jiang Heen's mind.

Jiang He then walked to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Obtaining the manuscript copy of the Shurangama Sutra by an eminent monk can be strengthened, is it strengthened?"

The mechanical and cold system sound sounded from Jiang He's mind again.

"strengthen……"

"The host decided to strengthen the handwritten copy of the Shurangama Sutra."

"The handwritten copy of the Shurangama Sutra is being strengthened... the enhancement is complete."

"The handwritten copy of the Shurangama Sutra has been strengthened and turned into an isolated copy of the Shurangama Sutra."

"Every hour of reading can increase the physical immune defense attribute by ten points."

The cold mechanical voice of the system sounded from Jiang He's mind.

On the dusty Buddhist scripture in his hand, on the yellow and rustic book cover was written, "The Shurangama Sutra" (solitary copy).

"Get the skill spar, it cannot be strengthened."

Jiang He exerted a little force, and the jade hanging on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor turned into a puddle of liquid and melted into Jiang He's palm.

"Acquired the skill "Get Objects from Space", which cannot be strengthened. "

The cold voice of the system machine sounded from Jiang He's mind.

He then walked to the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Obtaining the handwritten copy of the Vimalakirti Sutra by an eminent monk, it can be strengthened, is it strengthened?"

"strengthen."

"The Vimalakirti Sutra is being strengthened... the enhancement is complete."

"The Vimalakirti Sutra has been strengthened and turned into an isolated copy of the Vimalakirti Sutra."

"Every hour of reading can increase the attribute of neural response speed by ten points."

A mechanical cold voice sounded from Jiang He's mind.

The font on the blue and simple book cover changed to "Vimalakirti Sutra" (solitary copy).

"Acquired the skill "Broken Golden Eyes". "

Jiang He pressed his palm slightly, and the jade turned into a puddle of liquid and flowed into his palm, and the cold voice of the system machinery sounded from his mind.

"I took these three Buddhist scriptures."

After walking to the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Jiang He spoke to the miserable monk waiting below.

"of course can."

Seeing that Jiang He had selected three scriptures, the miserable monk showed a slight smile on his solemn and solemn expression, and he knew that this meant that Jiang He had agreed to guard a life gate.

"I will guard a life gate."

Sure enough, Jiang He continued to speak.

"On behalf of the 3000 million people in Fengdu, I would like to thank you for your kindness."

After hearing what Jiang He said, the miserable monk and Taoist Wen Li showed excitement on their faces, and thanked Jiang He.

"Please benefactor Jiang and benefactor Su rush to the east gate tower of Fengdu City before twelve o'clock tonight."

Master Miku breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Jiang He and Su Jingyuan.

"Promise to save the lives of 3000 million people in Fengdu, whether you succeed or not, you will receive great merit."

The cold voice of the system machine sounded from Jiang He's mind.

Chapter 115 Sorry, Miss Zhao

Goose-feather-like snow fluttered and fell, and it had been snowing for three consecutive days.

The heavy snow in Fengdu City was more than half a meter thick, and the entire city was covered in heavy snow.

On the second floor of a small building in a garden full of plum blossoms, a head with two ball heads stuck out of the window, looked towards the end of the street with his chin in his hand.

"Why don't you come..."

Bi'er looked at the snowy and deserted street and muttered to herself.

A piece of sandalwood is still lit inside the room, wisps of green smoke are curling up, and a copper basin filled with fiery red charcoal wood is placed in the corner, which is as warm as spring.

Zhao Wanyin was standing in front of the huanghuali wooden table, holding a Zihao ink pen in her hand, and the small letters on the white rice paper on the table were in a mess.

"Close the window, it's snowing so much, Mr. Bai won't come."

Zhao Wanyin spoke softly, her face still as pale as paper.

"It snowed heavily two days ago, so he came, and he will come today."

"Let's wait, miss."

Bi'er leaned on the window with her chin in her hands, staring blankly at the end of the snow-covered road. A rich and jade-like young man in a white black robe came slowly from a distance. The falling snowflakes seemed to merge with him. Together, can't tell the difference.

"Look, I said he would come!"

"Miss, Mr. Bai is here again."

Seeing Jiang He's figure appearing at the end of the road covered with heavy snow, and walking slowly towards this side, Bi'er stood up and shouted excitedly.

After hearing Bi'er's shout, Zhao Wanyin's hand holding the Zihao ink pen trembled slightly, and the Zihao ink pen fell on the white rice paper, leaving a large black ink mark on it.

"Master Bai, you are late today."

Seeing Jiang He stop by the plum garden, Bi Er said to him with a little reproach.

"Some things are delayed."