lovenovelstory #368 - The Ascending Helu Temple
#368 - The Ascending Helu Temple
Chapter 365 The Ascending Helu Temple
The next day, when Mr. Wu-Liu arrived at Helu Temple, the first thing he saw was the Feng Shui formation that had stopped operating, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes:
"Strange, how could the operation of the Feng Shui formation stop? It shouldn't be! Could it be that the kid noticed the existence of the Feng Shui formation and destroyed it?"
So he turned his head and asked the guards stationed here: "I ask you, did you hear any movement in the temple at night?"
If Zhang Chen had broken the Feng Shui formation, it would have caused a commotion, which could not have been hidden from the guards outside.
Hearing Mr. Wu-Liu's question, the guard shook his head: "Sir, please be aware, this humble general did not hear any movement."
Mr. Wu-Liu stroked his chin: "In that case, it wasn't that kid who broke the formation, but that there was a problem with the Feng Shui formation."
Then Mr. Wu-Liu gave an order: "Open the gate, I will go in and take a look myself."
The guards opened the gate, and Mr. Wu-Liu went all the way to the backyard, then scanned the entire Feng Shui formation of the temple, but did not notice any problems. He looked around but did not see any trace of Zhang Chen. He came to the incense burner and hurriedly stepped forward to take out the Zhenshou, sensing the energy surging within the Zhenshou, and then sent the Zhenshou back into the cauldron: "It turns out that the energy surging over is too little to support the operation of the Feng Shui formation. This matter is simple, I just need to adjust it."
However, he did not see the Dinghai Divine Pearl, which was presided over by the Divine Maiden, and had already been disguised and transformed by the Divine Maiden's divine powers.
Mr. Wu-Liu bypassed the incense burner and came to the offering table, rotating one of the memorial tablets. As he rotated the tablet, the energy emitted by the Zhenshou suddenly increased, and the Feng Shui formation started operating again.
And Mr. Wu-Liu did not notice that under the eaves, there was a bat the size of a fist, quietly hanging upside down on the beam of the main hall, quietly staring at his every move.
Seeing the Feng Shui formation start operating again, Mr. Wu-Liu did not dare to stay any longer. Once the Feng Shui formation was operating, it would invade all living beings in the courtyard. Otherwise, why would he only put Zhang Chen alone in the temple?
The Feng Shui formation would invade the fate of everyone who stepped into the courtyard.
Mr. Wu-Liu stepped away, only to see the fist-sized vampire bat turn into a cloud of blood, pass through the hall, and drill into Zhang Chen's residence. Inside Zhang Chen's residence, seventy-one vampire bats gathered. At this time, with the return of the vampire bat from the outside, the seventy-one vampire bats also turned into blood energy, forming Zhang Chen's form.
This was also the drawback of Zhang Chen's transformation into a vampire bat, he could not separate a single vampire bat, but had to completely transform into the form of a vampire bat.
At this time, surging energy gathered and poured into Zhang Chen's devouring space, the滔滔 energy wave was twice as large as before.
"The speed is still too slow, I only have three months, I don't have that much time to delay." Zhang Chen muttered, then pushed open the door, turned into mist and passed through the courtyard, arriving at the middle hall in advance, picking up the broom that had been prepared, and casually sweeping the dust on the ground. At this time, there was a rush of footsteps, and Mr. Wu-Liu, with a flushed face, hurried from the backyard. With the operation of the Feng Shui formation, he was also implicated. In the dark, a force poured down and poured into his fate, making his head dizzy, and he also suffered.
Although he could control the operation of the Feng Shui formation, this Feng Shui formation was ancient, and he could not resist its power.
"Why is the master here?" Zhang Chen stopped the broom and stood in front of Mr. Wu-Liu.
Mr. Wu-Liu was anxious to escape from the temple, but he did not expect to run into Zhang Chen at this time, so he could only stop helplessly: "I came to see you, to see if you are used to living here. If you are missing anything, just tell me, and I will send someone to bring it to you."
Hearing this, Zhang Chen's face was moved: "Sir, you are really a good person. I accepted your flying sword, but you still treat me like this, it's really touching. Sir, I'll brew you a cup of tea to sincerely apologize to you."
Mr. Wu-Liu's scalp was about to explode when he heard this. Although this Feng Shui formation would not kill people, it would steal people's fortune, which was even more serious than killing them.
Fortune is related to a person's cultivation, related to a person's future achievements, and is the foundation. It is extremely precious to cultivators, and Mr. Wu-Liu did not want to waste it at all.
"I have something to do, let's drink it another day, no need to apologize, it's enough that you have the heart." After Mr. Wu-Liu finished speaking, he left in a hurry, leaving Zhang Chen standing in the temple, sneering at Mr. Wu-Liu's slightly embarrassed back.
As the temple gate closed, Zhang Chen went all the way to the main hall in the backyard, his eyes looking at the memorial tablets of the past ancestors of the Pingbian Royal Mansion, and finally his eyes fell on the third tablet from the left on the bottom layer, and then he reached out and pinched the tablet, immediately noticing the difference in the tablet: "It is made of steel, is this the core of controlling the Feng Shui formation?"
Zhang Chen tried to twist it gently, and sure enough, there was an immediate change. Twisting to the left increased the energy surging out of the ascension pool, and twisting to the right reduced the energy output.
The corners of Zhang Chen's mouth翘起, directly twisted the memorial tablet clockwise three hundred and sixty-five degrees, the next moment the磅礴 energy was like a galaxy falling,浩浩荡荡 pouring into Zhang Chen's devouring space, Zhang Chen felt the flow of energy, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes: "It's more than thirty times stronger! At this rate, the entire devouring space can be accumulated in less than ten days."
Zhang Chen no longer paid attention to the energy changes in the devouring space, but looked at the memorial tablet, increasingly feeling that the Feng Shui formation was really mysterious, a small memorial tablet actually had such an effect, it was really incomprehensible.
With the energy problem of the Feng Shui formation being solved, Zhang Chen's days calmed down, and every day he simply read books, thinking about the future path.
It was night
The north wind howled outside the door, and Zhang Chen drank tea in the room, holding books and watching them one by one.
Soon after reading all the books, Zhang Chen hugged more than twenty books and came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion again, put all the books back on the bookshelf, and then walked past the bookshelf of the Sutra Collection Pavilion with a lantern, finally stopping in front of the last row of bookshelves:
"The books on this bookshelf are the books left by Helu Temple, recording the interesting stories recorded by the disciples and followers of Helu Temple, as well as the daily life in the temple, and some ancient legends, the interpretation of gods and demons."
Zhang Chen was bored, so he randomly picked out thirty or so books and returned to his bedroom with them. He knew that although there were many books in this Taoist temple, encompassing all schools of thought, there wasn't a single one about mysteries or cultivation methods. The Prince of Pingbian had probably read them countless times and checked them countless times, so there was no chance for him to find a hidden gem. However, reading about ancient anecdotes and strange tales could broaden his horizons and help him pass the time.
These books were a good choice to read as novels.
Time flew by quickly, and another three days passed. The number of books in the bookshelf that Zhang Chen hadn't read was dwindling. One morning, after Zhang Chen finished washing up, he casually picked up a book and sat in front of the stove to read.
The book was called "Interesting Stories of Daguan". From this book, Zhang Chen gleaned some insights.
Zhang Chen flipped through the pages of the book, and when he read a certain passage, his eyes couldn't help but stop, because he saw a familiar word: 'ascension'.
"The thirty-third generation headmaster obtained a strange book and wanted to refine an supreme formation, gathering the life force of 36,000 disciples and elders of the Taoist temple, adding it to himself, and then ascend to the heavens. At the last moment, fifteen elders led their disciples to resist together, and then killed him!"
"At that time, the gate to the Immortal Realm opened, and a pool of water appeared. A drop of water fell, bringing the dead back to life and regenerating flesh! Flying Immortals and gods lined up, dancing gracefully in the Immortal Realm. Later, the elders killed the headmaster, and the gate to the Immortal Realm was forced to close. Seventy-two disciples took the opportunity to jump into the gate to the Immortal Realm and disappeared without a trace."
"Is there really an Immortal Realm in this world? Is there really an Ascension Pool and immortality?"
The following paragraphs described the great battle of the past in a fragmented manner, saying that Helu Temple suffered backlash, seemingly suffered divine condemnation, and began to decline.
"That's interesting. The Immortal Realm they're talking about should be the first level of the spiritual world. The thirty-third generation headmaster of this Helu Temple actually wanted to use a feng shui formation to gather everyone's life force and take the opportunity to ascend. The gate to the Immortal Realm even opened, but he was killed by the elders, making wedding clothes for the seventy-two disciples. What a sucker," Zhang Chen said thoughtfully.
"Ascension Pool?" Zhang Chen's eyes fell on the words 'Ascension Pool'.
This book was very old, not woven from ordinary vegetation, but from a very strange animal skin. The animal skin was tough, and even after countless years, it had not decayed.
"According to the current time of the cultivation world, this book is definitely not a product of this near-ancient era. It should be something left over from a very, very long time ago, an extremely distant era." Zhang Chen quietly flipped through the pages, seeing that the dynasty mentioned on it was 'Daguan', but in Zhang Chen's memory, there was no dynasty called Daguan in this world at all.
"It's at least tens of thousands of years old, but because it doesn't record anything important, the Prince of Pingbian put it on the bookshelf." Zhang Chen flipped through the book page by page, and at the same time became interested in Helu Temple.
This Helu Temple could open a passage to the spiritual world with a feng shui formation, which showed how amazing its feng shui skills had reached. But as he watched, Zhang Chen also noticed two problems:
First, in the era of the Daguan Dynasty, there were cultivators! The Ascension Pool was still usable in that era! Then, because the end of the Dharma era arrived, the spirits of the gods disintegrated and died, leaving only the mysterious bodies. So, were there any immortal cultivators in that era? If there were immortal cultivators, it would be impossible not to ascend, right? Why use feng shui to ascend?
How far away is the Daguan era from the Earth era? How was the spiritual world born? How did it become the Immortal Realm in the mouths of the Daguan people?
The Earth era was the era of gods, the era when the human race had not yet risen. There was no Qi training technique in that era, Zhang Chen could be very sure of this. After all, the Earth's cultivation method was still enlightened by him.
The second question is that since Helu Temple has been passed down from that era to the present, it can be regarded as an extremely ancient force. Logically speaking, there should have been Yin God cultivators sixty years ago, and there should have been feng shui formations as support. How could it be destroyed by the Yellow Heaven Path?
Since these ancient inheritances have always existed, why would it be said that the path of cultivation was continued for the world sixty years ago, and only then did they begin to master the mysterious cultivation methods?
Zhang Chen knew that those bloodline families relied on mysterious power to pass down their bloodlines, so why was the cultivation method buried?
So what exactly happened?
Why is there a break in the inheritance?
The inheritances still exist, so why is there a break in the inheritance? Zhang Chen was puzzled, tapping his fingers on his knees, his eyes full of confusion.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he would directly ask the Great Free Heaven Demon. Zhang Chen summoned the Great Free Heaven Demon and asked the doubts in his heart.
The Great Free Heaven Demon just shook his head: "I don't remember! I don't remember at all!"
Asking him was the same as asking in vain. Zhang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to flip through the books, hoping to find out the truth of the past in the books of Helu Temple.
"There's something wrong with this book of yours!"
Just as Zhang Chen was flipping through the book, the Great Free Heaven Demon said, his head came over and stared at Zhang Chen's book, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Zhang Chen was immediately energized when he heard this: "Something's wrong? What's wrong?"
He had been flipping through it for a long time, but he hadn't noticed anything wrong. The Great Free Heaven Demon actually said something was wrong after only one glance?
The Great Free Heaven Demon scratched his head: "Don't worry, let me think! Let me think! I can't remember what's wrong, but anyway, there's something wrong with this book of yours."
Zhang Chen turned up the candle and carefully observed the book under the lamplight, wanting to see some clues.
He still believed in the Great Free Heaven Demon's discerning eye. Since the Great Free Heaven Demon said that there was something wrong with this book, then this book must be wrong.
"What's wrong? This book is normal?" Zhang Chen kept flipping through it under the lamplight, wanting to confirm whether there were any interlayers in the pages. But no matter how he looked at it back and forth, the thickness of each page of animal skin was exactly the same, and they were all intact. It didn't look like there were any interlayers at all.
Moreover, Zhang Chen opened the Dharma Eye of the Righteous God's Golden Light to examine it, and he didn't see any mysterious aura in the book. He even opened the Eye of Devouring, but this book was still a animal skin book, and it didn't arouse any interest in his Eye of Devouring at all.
He could be sure that even if the material of this book was extraordinary, it was no longer mysterious.
"You said that there's something wrong with this animal skin, but what exactly is wrong? Or did someone write words on this animal skin with a special potion?" Zhang Chen took it in his hand and looked at it, but it didn't look like someone had written secret text on it.
The Great Free Heaven Demon stood under the lamplight and pondered. After a long time, he looked at the binding thread of the book, a strange light in his eyes, and said with some pride in his voice: "I know! I finally found it."