Seeing this extremely magnificent blue door, Ling Chen remembered that when he wanted to break through the bottleneck of the "Qingyang True Sutra" some time ago, when he was practicing with the help of that small tripod, the door behind him was also blue, but neither the size nor the clarity was comparable to the door in front of him.

Ling Chen couldn't believe how to open such a tall door, but when he put his hands on it, a prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Opening the door to trial requires consuming one million sources of civilization"

The sudden prompt made Ling Chen stunned, and then he realized that this voice should be the so-called "god" voice in Wang Hao's mouth. However, Ling Chen had a feeling that this voice was more like an unconscious intelligent life, because he came from a thousand years later, and that was the case with the artificial intelligence of that era.

He thought about it, and soon walked aside and pushed the million-dollar cash that had been prepared on the side. He had seen how Wang Hao used it. Although he was not sure whether the source of civilization was directly related to cash, it did not prevent him from following it. He bounced off a lighter and threw it at the pile of cash.

The blazing flames reflected his solemn expression. Whether it was true or false depends on whether the door could be opened.

When the pile of paper money was burned out, the green door remained motionless.

"Is there something wrong with the step? Or did Wang Hao deliberately say something wrong? It is unlikely, unless he dares to take the risk and thinks that bringing those five hundred people into the world behind the door will be able to escape my control," Ling Chen thought nervously.

Suddenly he remembered a detail.

Ling Chen put his hands on the two huge door pages again, and just pushed them lightly.

The two door pages slowly opened backwards, revealing the dark world behind them.

If the gate as high as 100 meters is based on strength, no strongman can push it.

"Sure enough," Ling Chen did not take the risk of entering. He looked at the dark world.

He recalled again the situation where Ling Qi entered the back world twice before, and the situation where he entered in his previous life.

It took him a long time to make up his mind.

"Lingkong, send the 10,000 intelligent replicas that had been prepared long ago." After the door opened, Ling Chen gave an order to Lingkong.

The entire gate was opened underground. Except for Lingkong who could know his actions, no one else knew his actions. Lingkong could split out again through the intelligent copy after his death, and get their memories, he could know most of what Lingchen did.

However, Ling Chen was not worried about this. He had a way to deal with Ling Kong, but it was not yet time.

Even if he took many adventures and the difficulty of the battle mission has been greatly improved, Wang Hao only asked a thousand people to be confident that he could complete the tasks. He must have spoken more, otherwise he would not accept it if Ling Chen had a half-deal.

Now Ling Chen mobilized 10,000 people to enter. Based on the experience and inferences from two lifetimes, he believed that he would be able to easily complete the subsequent tasks.

Ten thousand people had been on standby outside for a long time. After Ling Chen's order, he came here in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the state had been modulated to the best intelligent replica, Ling Chen waved his hand with satisfaction and asked them to walk towards the door one by one.

Even if the entry was very fast, all ten thousand people were running and moving forward. It took them more than an hour to wait for them to enter the gate.

Ling Chen asked Ling Kong again, and no one died immediately.

"Now is the time for me to enter. Although I know there are risks in this trip, if I don't fight and enjoy the time in the future, how can I face the sudden change in the future?" Ling Chen had long had this enlightenment.

Ling Chen calmed down, took a deep breath, and stepped in.

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"Abbot, it's time for you to preside over the morning class." When Ling Chen opened his eyes, a voice sounded in his ears.

I saw a pretty and cute little novice monk folding his hands together and bowing to him.

Ling Chen remained silent, "I am a little tired today, so you can let them cook by themselves first."

"Yes, abbot" the little novice monk slowly retreated and left his bedroom.

Ling Chen had no time to watch his residence, and his mind was filled with information.

"Ling Chen, identity: Abbot of Chongming Temple, Dharma name: Zhikong. World of battle: the battle between farming civilization and nomadic civilization. Size of the temple: huge. Subordinate temple: Chongzhen, Chongyang, Chonghua. Number of people affiliated to the temple: 23,400, composition: fifty monks, five hundred monks, four hundred novice monks, and other people of all kinds do not remember them. Religious school: Secret of Mahayana Buddhism. Camp: farming civilization. Camp mission: Eliminate the threat of nomadic civilization to farming civilization."

Ling Chen was stunned. He remembered the information that had never entered the mind directly in his previous life. His tasks were all assigned by those leaders, through various methods, but they had never been directly imprinted into his mind like this, just like the memories that had been there before.

"It seems that this is the benefit of taking the initiative to enter, and you can have comprehensive information." Ling Chen thought silently, and suddenly he remembered something, "The battle world, the competition between farming civilization and nomadic civilization, isn't this the world that Ling Qi entered twice? Could it be that the world I entered this time is the world that Wang Hao was going to enter before?"

Ling Chen was not confused about this issue. There was not enough information yet, so there was no way to confirm it.

He brought in 10,000 people, what are the distribution and identity of those 10,000 people? Ling Chen, from Ling Qi's second entry, can be inferred that the people he brought in would not be dispersed with him, and should even be in the same force. Specifically, those 10,000 people should be nearby.

"Not good, abbot," just as Ling Chen sorted out the memory materials stuffed into his mind, a panicked voice came over.

The door of the residence was suddenly knocked open. Ling Chen looked up and saw that it was the little novice monk who had just come to ask him to preside over the morning class. He was only eleven or twelve years old, and his face was full of panic and horror.

"Why are you so panicked?" Ling Chen asked while sitting upright on the couch.

"The group of devils on the grassland came again and robbed the temple again, and many female believers were captured by them." The little novice monk was so angry.

"It's outrageous. I'll inform the monks as soon as possible, ring the temple bell, and call my Buddhist disciples to come to protect the Dharma." Ling Chen made arrangements based on the memories in his mind.

The little novice monk had no doubts at all and immediately turned around and did as Ling Chen said.
Chapter completed!