Chapter 269 Chinese language appears in the temple

Chapter 269 Chinese language appears in the temple

After landing, Wang Zijia's mind moved, and several more white balls of light flew out, spreading in all directions, illuminating the surrounding space.

They came to a huge palace, more than ten feet high, which did not look like a temple built for humans, but like a temple for gods like giants in legends.

The decoration style was a bit strange. Although it was very old, it was not classical, but gave Wang Zijia a strange feeling.

'Why is there a kind of Western fantasy style mixed in? ’

Wang Zijia looked at the giant pillars around the temple and the remaining carvings on the walls, and said in surprise: "What a different style of decoration."

"It's really not very popular. I heard from the sect brothers who came here at the beginning that this place should have belonged to the temple built by the ancient Miaojiang witches and the like. In the Fifth Epoch, it can only be regarded as a wild god worshipped at most, and it was destroyed in the era when Taoism banned the cultivation of gods."

As the two walked in the palace, Ma Haoran explained: "But according to the few words of documents left behind, it can't be regarded as a wild evil god or something."

"It is likely that it was conferred by a casual cultivator, a wild god in a remote area. As for whether it is registered in Taoism or has a position, it is unknown."

As the two talked, they walked and passed through a group of huge halls and came to a corner of a palace of normal size.

At this time, Wang Zijia's movements suddenly paused, and he stopped in front of a group of side halls. He looked at the plaque on one of the halls and said, "Empress Hu?"

Looking at the plaque and reading the words, Wang Zijia always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.

Ma Haoran beside him heard this, but looked at Wang Zijia in surprise and said, "Junior Brother Wang is really knowledgeable. He can understand the ancient Taoist script. I heard from my senior brothers that this kind of script may not be recognized by many real people in the sect."

Wang Zijia froze suddenly, looked up suddenly, and stared at the plaque again.

This is actually Chinese!!!

Although it is close to the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty and has evolved to a certain extent, it is definitely Chinese!

"You said this is the ancient divine script?" Wang Zijia suppressed his excitement and tilted his head to look at Ma Haoran.

"Uh..." Ma Haoran froze at Wang Zijia's expression, and said hesitantly: "I'm not very clear about this, but that's what my senior brother said at the beginning."

"Junior brother, you also know that the characters we use now are the result of a certain evolution after the era when Taoism was difficult to spread. And the characters above are said to be used in the fifth era. Since you recognize this text, could it be that I misunderstood it before?"

Wang Zijia did not answer Ma Haoran, but looked up again, looking at the plaque of "Empress Hu", and was lost in thought for a while.

After a while, Wang Zijia came back to his senses and found that there was a sentence like a couplet on the left and right doorposts.

The sentence was a little incomplete, but fortunately most of it was retained. Combined with the context, it can be restored by guessing.

The demon bones are the frame, the pen and ink dot the red makeup, and the life is different;

The skin and flesh cover the shape, the heaven and earth are the matchmakers, and they ask for a lifetime of marriage.

Looking at this sentence, Wang Zijia looked at the temple of "Empress Hu" in front of him again. Is the painting style a bit out of place?

Is this a marriage temple in the ancient Miao area?

But the artistic conception in this sentence is a bit wrong, it is like the sad love in the story of Liao Zhai.

After all kinds of messy thoughts flashed in his mind for a long time, Wang Zijia continued to walk around with Ma Haoran. This underground palace has experienced countless waves of looting in the past few decades.

Especially after being visited by a large number of casual cultivators, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as digging three feet into the ground.

Let alone valuable things, even some sculptures in the original underground palace, and even murals on the wall, all of which were strange, were looted clean.

Even the floor tiles under his feet were no longer flat, obviously they had been turned over by someone. Only some carved pillars were barely preserved intact.

Not surprisingly, the two of them walked around the temple for a long time and found nothing.

There are only three main halls, each with a few plaques. If these plaques were not carved directly from the buildings, or extremely ordinary words, Wang Zijia estimated that even these would not be there.

It can only be roughly determined that this temple was originally dedicated to many gods. In particular, several main halls should have a huge sculpture several meters high, but now they are all gone and empty.

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Wang Zijia went back and forth to visit the entire underground palace three times, carefully checked it thoroughly, and found nothing.

Ma Haoran followed quietly, as if he had expected it, without any impatience.

After a long time, Wang Zijia was completely sure that there would be no harvest at all, and said with a wry smile: "It's really clean enough!"

Ma Haoran smiled and said: "This kind of ruins that anyone can enter, and there are legends circulating, after a round of baptism by low-level monks, it is good that the underground palace has not collapsed now."

Wang Zijia thought about it and it was right. After all, some street stalls can be traded in high-end trade fairs, how can the search not be careful?

It is simply wishful thinking to want to find a bargain in such a place.

It was also a sightseeing trip. The two did not stay any longer and returned to the crack. With the fluctuation of magic power, they floated up to the ground. Standing on the edge of the crack and looking down, they threw out their magic weapons again and soared into the sky.

"Where are we going next?" Wang Zijia looked at Ma Haoran and asked.

"Junior brother, you said you want to find a mountain gate today, what are your requirements?" Ma Haoran looked at Wang Zijia and asked rhetorically without giving an answer immediately.

"It's best to have a low-level spiritual vein. If you don't have one, don't force it. As long as it can support the disciple's practice." Wang Zijia pondered for a moment and replied.

After hearing this, Ma Haoran paused, looked at Wang Zijia again and asked, "Junior brother Wang, are you really planning to open a sect in Tianhong and revive the Tianhong practice world?"

Wang Zijia nodded and said: "That's right. The disciples have seen too many chaos in Tianhong these days. No matter what, the people are innocent, and after thirty years, the lessons that should be taught have been given. Zong It’s all right on the outside, and the superiors won’t care about this anymore.”

Ma Haoran looked at Wang Zijia seriously for a moment and sighed: "It is a blessing for the people that Tianhong can meet Junior Brother Wang!"

"Senior brother, that's ridiculous. It's just a little effort within the scope of ability. I don't deserve such praise from senior brother." At this point, the prince's good story changed and he said half-jokingly: "Senior Brother Ma, if you don't mind it, come and start the party." How about Deputy Headmaster?"

Ma Haoran was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wang Zijia's surprised eyes and said, "If that's the case, wouldn't I have taken advantage of it?"