Chapter 1,113 Reinforcements

The person who came looked exactly like Lin, but he didn't hide himself in the black Xuanwu robe.

The person who came was wearing a robe of a style that no one else had seen before. It had a straight collar and a wide lapel on the right side. It had a red base, black sleeves, and many mysterious patterns embroidered with gold thread. A large belt is tied around the waist, and there is a jadeite the size of a goose egg in front of the abdomen. Paired with a hair tie and a single-word crown, people in the lost area would not recognize such strange attire, but Lin was no stranger to this Taoist priest's attire.

'Where do fellow Taoists come from? ’ Lin, who was temporarily separated from his thoughts, asked.

’ Haha, fellow Taoist, this is asking knowingly. ’ The visitor replied. At the same time, another figure appeared in the field of vision.

The person who came back this time was wearing a hemp-yellow monk's robe, with sleeves and leggings tied on. He had a shaved head and a curly beard. But this person has his own face, which seems to make someone feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although there is no land in the wind elemental plane, the monks who came looked like they were walking steadily. The walking movement is extremely slow, but the forward speed is extremely fast. After a while, he came to Taoist He Lin, put his hands together and bowed, and said, "Fellow Buddhas, please come." ’

The Taoist bowed in return, but Lin stared blankly at the monk for a long time before holding back a sentence: "Did I go to the magic side of the world and change my profession as a monk?" Or are you saying that the place I went to is different? ’

'Fellow Buddha, you are obsessed. ’ The monk chuckled.

’ But to come here, you should have mastered the rules of multi-dimensional travel. This can’t be the world of martial arts. ’

'Buddhist friends, how can Buddhism's magical power be lost to magic? It's just that you enter your door and I enter mine, and ultimately we reach the same destination through different paths. Don’t you know that all things in the world have their origins? ’

'Bala, bala, bala, monk, please stop. ’ Another person appeared, but he was covered in animal skins, with bare chest and bare arms, and a body with very strong sinews. But it won’t make people think that this person only has muscles but not brains, because the huge ax on his back has an aura that oppresses the whole audience since it appeared. It is a very powerful magic weapon, or at least Weapons of the same level.

This 'self' who was no different from a savage grabbed the monk's shoulder from behind, slapped his arm hard several times, and said: 'I really haven't thought about my appearance with a bald head. It looks pretty good, doesn't it? It's a pity that we are not here to hold a gala today. Otherwise I will definitely have a drink with you. Well, I am a fair-weather monk to you. I can't imagine being a vegetarian. ’

The barbarian leaned back with a look of disgust and looked at the monk himself with contempt. But the latter smiled heartily and said, "If you don't supplement enough protein, how can you build up muscles and strength to fight?" Besides, where I go, does that kind of wine count as wine? At that level, it's not even sparkling wine. If you get drunk after drinking, then I will be drunk too. ’

’ Haha, that’s right! That's right! That's it! ’ The barbarian slapped the monk twice again. Only then did Lin notice that the barbarian's strength was definitely not light, but he couldn't move the monk at all. A monk with a stable lower body has his whole body as motionless as a rock.

While the two selves were talking, more and more selves from parallel worlds appeared in the space of the eye of the storm. The clothing styles are different, and even if they are similar, the details are slightly different. But there were still the most people wearing magic robes. Lin even saw someone wearing a pure black Xuanwu robe, but with a skeleton appearance. It seems that he has transformed himself into a lich, or at least a necromancer.

Some people speak their hometown dialect, some speak their hometown dialect, some use the common language of Mystery, or the elemental elven language. Although the languages ​​we are used to using are different, we can communicate with each other without any problems.

The Taoist priest who appeared first interrupted the barbarian who had the loudest voice at the scene and said, "Barbarian, stop talking about the strength of beef and the elasticity of pig's feet with that bald guy." We traveled here today not to review food. ’

It was as if he knew what he was doing was inappropriate, and he came here to save lives, not to reminisce about old times. So the barbarian smiled broadly and said, "Niubi, I'll see you later." ’ After threatening a certain Taoist priest with a half-smile, the barbarian turned to look at today’s convener and said, ‘Skinny Monkey, you must have an arrangement for today. ’

After looking at the hundreds of people gathered here, Lin said: 'Everyone who can cross the barriers of the world and come here must have broken through everything in this magic circle. I was just about to ask you for a solution. ’

One of the people in the crowd said loudly: 'Caller, you can send a message for help to other worlds, which proves that you have the ability and already have a plan, but you lack the power to deal with it. So we are here just to provide support and help. Besides, everyone has different ways of completing this matter. Following our arrangements will only obliterate your own thinking. Placing everything on yourself who will have the answer in the future is not the right answer now. ’

Lin looked at himself who was speaking. It was another self who looked very similar to himself. It's just that he looks older than himself, but he has an indescribable evil temperament.

Lin also noticed that those who came to support him were not all Taoist priests, monks, or barbarians. They came from parallel worlds with completely different development routes. Some people may come from a magical world similar to that of Mystery, and their experiences may even be similar to mine. Perhaps we can also think of these people as our future selves in a general sense.

But these people were unwilling to give an answer. Lin asked puzzledly: 'Why don't you tell me? If you have succeeded, doesn't it mean that this matter has finally succeeded, and your experience is feasible, so you are here. ’

’ Caller, you should think so. We can respond to your call because in our world, it has been done successfully. However, is it possible for those who are unsuccessful to come over? Nothing is certain about what happens next moment. Even if you predict the outcome, how do you know that the outcome will definitely happen? Isn't that what some people say, when you know the future, the future has already changed. Fatalism is not a theory we can rely on. ’

This wake-up call made Lin reconsider whether his understanding of the multidimensional world was too ideal. Yes, those who can come to support are all successful; and those who fail, of course, cannot appear here. At this time, Lin suddenly had a question in his mind. He looked up and asked: 'How many worlds have you supported? What are the chances of success? ’

All the 'selves' present looked at each other in confusion. Everyone looked at each other, but no one was willing to speak. In the end, it was the Taoist priest who stood closest and was the first to appear who said: 'Fellow Taoist, I think this is the first time for us to do this kind of thing. ’

'first? ’ Lin’s eyes widened and he said in surprise.

’ When I was doing this and asking for help from myself in the multidimensional world, the people who came to support me were doing this kind of thing for the first time. What they told me was that when we receive a message asking for help in the future, we can just go out and help once, and it will be regarded as repaying the favor we owe this time. Then just don’t interfere too much. We are in our own worlds and have our own lives. It is not our duty to bother others, or ourselves in other worlds. The only person who can be responsible for himself is himself. Isn't it? ’