Chapter 783 Temple
‘Life Gu symbiosis? Not bad! ’
As Wang Zijia’s thoughts flashed, he also looked around.
It seemed that, just as he saw in the space-time channel, this time, he stayed in the Fourth Epoch for nearly two months, but the reality was not that four months had passed.
Instead, they had just entered the tower.
The original tower seemed to be filled with countless silver-white space-time energies.
But at this moment, it had disappeared without a trace because of his shuttle, and even the last little bit of remnants was swallowed up by Da Chou.
The process of all this happening was definitely no more than ten breaths.
Behind him were the Taiqing monks who came in with him.
They fell into a trance because of the space conversion and the surging space-time energy impact. When Wang Zijia looked back, one by one they just came back from the trance, opened their eyes, and looked around blankly.
However, before everyone looked around, they subconsciously looked up.
Wang Zijia also raised his head slightly, and saw a familiar ancient book page falling.
It was the letter written in simplified Chinese characters to Wang Zijia. The letter paper was very thick, like some animal paper.
In addition to the message on the front, there were some patterns on the back.
It looked like a map of some place?
Unfortunately, it had no beginning or end, and there were no specific markings or landmarks, so it was naturally unclear where it was.
Everyone watched the pages fall in front of Wang Zijia, and then Wang Zijia naturally reached out to catch them, as if someone had thrown the letter into his hands.
"What is this?"
Everyone subconsciously gathered around and found that there were words on the pages. Zhang Junyong, the head of the Huanshen Pavilion, asked tentatively.
Wang Zijia looked at the letter and was a little stunned.
This experience made him figure out a lot of things, and solved a lot of questions in his heart, which was worthy of this time capsule.
However, it also made Wang Zijia have more questions.
For example, it can be basically confirmed that there is a problem with his time travel, but where is the problem?
For example, is it really the first time for him to travel through time, or has he been in this world for a long time?
For example, he might have been a second-generation member of the Daoting royal family? Ninth Prince?
But Wang Zijia did not find any relevant records in the Zhang family's information. According to the Zhang family's information, there are only eight direct descendants of the second generation of Dao Court, and there is no Ninth Prince at all!
For example, where did Zhang Bairen go in the end, and what did he have to do with him?
Apart from the names of time evil, life evil, and number evil, which are used by later generations to refer to those polluted monsters and demons.
These three types of evil should have three sources, and the time evil, life evil, and number evil in the Dao Court prophecy actually refer to these three sources!
And one life evil caused the collision of the three great world groups, and then it was sealed as an end.
What about the two evils of the time and space path and the information that knows everything?
Compared with the indescribable life evil distorted by the Great Dao of Life, time and space and omniscience are obviously several times more terrifying. If this is distorted into evil, it should be countless times more terrifying.
However, why is there no relevant record in the Fourth Epoch or now?
Even in the prophecies left behind, there is almost no language that really involves the specific information of these two things?
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At this moment, Wang Zijia looked at the letter. After basically confirming that there was something wrong with his life experience, too many new questions popped up.
Everyone looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes, and looked at the letter in a trance, and they were puzzled.
"This is a letter!" After a long time, Wang Zijia spoke faintly.
"Letter?"
"Who is it written to..."
"Uh..."
Everyone subconsciously wanted to ask something. After seeing Wang Zijia's actions, combined with his proficiency in the spell and blood verification when he entered the tower just now, and Wang Zijia's expression at the moment.
A possibility popped up in everyone's mind.
Could it be... written to Wang Zijia?
"Master, are you okay?" Qin Xianyu, who was standing aside, looked at Wang Zijia's trance and asked worriedly.
Wang Zijia came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "Nothing, just thinking of some past events that are about to be forgotten!"
While speaking, Wang Zijia turned his hand and put away the parchment of the letter. Zhang Junyong and the others' expressions moved, but in the end they said nothing.
"Bye!"
At this time, a faint and grand voice suddenly sounded from the sky and earth, interrupting everyone's continued speech.
Everyone immediately looked down.
They should be on the first floor of the pagoda at this moment. The pagoda is obviously a building with a different world, and the first floor has a lot of space.
There is no tower layer above the head, but white clouds, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is a bit illusory.
Below is a group of buildings, which looks like a family treasure land, a forbidden land or something.
In the center of the building complex, there is a huge square. At the bottom of the square, there seems to be a magnificent hall, which looks a bit like a combination of temples and palaces.
The voice at this moment came from the door of the hall.
When everyone looked over subconsciously, they saw countless densely packed people, neatly kneeling in front of the hall in the square, and the closer they got to the hall, the more extraordinary the clothes of the crowd looked.
The crowd spread all the way to the hall.
However, these people were not real people, nor were they ghosts, but more like phantoms?
No, they were afterimages of time and space.
This place had experienced countless such grand worships.
Because of the accumulation of rich space-time energy, it is now suddenly absorbed, and some of the scattered free energy stimulates what happened here.
Not only the worship in the square, but also some phantoms can be seen practicing in the surrounding buildings?
But compared with the stable scene of the square, these phantoms are like ghosts, often flashing by.
He was practicing in the house the moment before, and performing in the yard the next moment.
It was a pause, as if there was a bug in the world.
In the surrounding buildings, such scenes were staged at the same time, like various ghosts.
Only in the center, there were probably many such grand worships, which kept the phantoms somewhat intact.
Solemn and solemn!
It can be seen that there was once a tribe that had such a sacrifice for a long time.
"Is this... a space-time illusion?" Zhang Junyong looked at it for a moment and asked.
The surrounding Xuanxian had a good vision, and they guessed it almost right with a little perception.
Wang Zijia nodded and said, "That should be it. Let's go and have a look. I guess you will be disappointed. This is probably a forbidden place, but it is not the treasure house of an ancient family."
Everyone looked at Wang Zijia with flickering eyes, guessing that Wang Zijia should know something.
However, although various thoughts kept coming out, no one asked anything. They followed silently and headed for the worship square in the center of the building complex.
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As Wang Zijia and his companions floated towards the square in the center of the building complex, the phantoms that flashed like a stutter in the surrounding buildings seemed to be affected and disappeared without a trace under the slightly flowing airflow.
Everyone ignored these and floated carefully to the square.
As everyone arrived, when they floated down, the sacrificial phantoms on the square were also affected and slowly disappeared.
Perhaps because they found such a sacrificial scene, everyone did not fly over directly out of basic respect.
Instead, they floated down on the square and walked towards the hall at the bottom.
The surroundings are all standard buildings of the Daoting era, with white jade as the main color, carved beams and painted buildings, and flying eaves and brackets. There is less mist and less ethereal fairy air, but more ancient vicissitudes and a sense of precipitation over a long period of time.
Because he had just returned from the Fourth Epoch, Wang Zijia was in a trance, as if he was still in the Zhang family of Yaoshan in the Fourth Epoch.
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The group walked through the square, walked up the huge stairs, and came to the magnificent temple building that looked a bit like a palace.
The inside of the hall is the same as the outside. It looks as magnificent as a palace, but it is arranged like a temple, but there is only one statue... Well, a statue.
When everyone saw the statue, they were stunned.
Wang Zijia also subconsciously stopped.
On the crystal clear and perfect jade, who else is it if not him?
The sculpture's perfect face was smiling brightly, but its eyes were filled with endless sorrow and a little bit of nostalgia. It looked at the entrance of the main hall as if it was looking at everyone.
Being watched by the statue, everyone felt a sense of holiness and tragedy for no reason.
It seemed that a sacred person was enshrined here.
Qin Xianyu and the others were also a little dazed. They remembered this expression too deeply.
When Wang Zijia taught them, he often used a bright smile to integrate the mind and spirit techniques, and added the art of preaching.
When preaching and getting along with each other in daily life, he used the fluctuations of emotions to deeply imprint his figure in their hearts without leaving any trace.
To the extent that it is unforgettable forever!
Especially the scene when Wang Zijia died for the disciples of the Taiqing Palace in the East Wasteland, which was completely solidified in the hearts of Qin Xianyu and the others.
And the Wang Zijia in their memory was exactly the expression of the sculpture in front of them, the expression that warmed their lives.
There was determination in the nostalgia, and the warmth of protecting all living beings.
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Everyone was stunned for a while.
"Gulp!" Zhang Junyong came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Friend Wang, this is..."
Wang Zijia also came back to his senses, ignored Zhang Junyong, and looked at the statue. As he walked up, he sighed with a lonely face: "Alas, Yaoshan Zhang family, such a distant memory!"
"Gulp!"
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Zhang Junyong and the other seven people looked at Wang Zijia who admitted that he was the statue. Even though they knew that Wang Zijia's background might be an ancient cultivator, they were still a little surprised.
You know, this place is very likely to be beyond the Fifth Epoch, and it is the affiliated world of the Daoting Royal Family in the Fourth or even Third Epoch!
Doesn't this mean that this is an ultimate antique in front of us!
Not only did it survive the great destruction when it hit the world and returned to the ruins, but it also crossed the dark, turbulent, and desperate end of the entire Fifth Epoch?
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Although Qin Xianyu and the others were surprised, they were not too surprised.
Because they knew when they were very young that this person in their time was a reincarnated existence!
"Daoyou, Yaoshan Zhang family? Was this world originally called Yaoshan Realm?" Zhang Junyong asked when he saw this.
The temporary names they gave to this realm before were: Ruins Area, Rongling Realm.
Wang Zijia nodded slightly and walked towards the hall.
Everyone hesitated for a moment and followed one after another.
The hall was quite huge, but also a bit empty, after all, it only enshrined a sculpture several feet high.
This place should have once had a very prosperous family faith. The entire hall still has a faint smell of incense that lingers for a long time.
It can be imagined that Wang Zijia should have had a transcendent status in this family, and even became a sacred existence.
"That is..."
After walking a few steps forward, the few people who observed the hall were attracted by the things in the hall.
The entire hall, except for the statues at the bottom and the incense table in front of the sculptures, was very empty.
But on the walls around the empty hall, there are many decorations?
Or murals!
Those are paintings made by Taoist monks, or special photos.
On the wall, the murals seem to be telling legends and performing tragic epics.
Except for some tiny murals in some corners, the core scrolls on the left and right walls are obviously scenes of ancient battlefields.
Demons invade, and demons destroy the world.
A white-haired young man appeared on the battlefield. He appeared like a legendary god. When he waved his hand, a huge banner appeared. When it waved, it collected thousands of demons. He was like a god who saved the world and saved all living beings.
The monk who created the mural should at least be a painter.
The things in the painting are not only alive, but also depict the tragic scene of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the despair of many monks, the terrifying power of the young man, and the sacred hope. They are extremely vivid, even more impressive than the experience of light body.
People can deeply engrave these scenes in their minds at a glance.
Such murals, like epic legends, are performed in front of everyone and told in their ears, making everyone feel uneasy for a long time.
"Uh..."
Originally, all this still shocked everyone enough to lose their minds.
But when someone looked up at the ceiling of the hall along the mural. He was completely stunned by the huge scroll on the ceiling again, and lost the ability to speak for a long time.
It was not only because of the information in the scroll, but also because of the majestic momentum revealed in the painting.
The entire ceiling had only one flashing scroll.
It was also a white-haired young man. At this moment, a huge god-like Taoist shadow appeared behind the young man, and the other party was floating in the air.
Under him were countless monks and disciples, as well as the sentient beings being protected.
Opposite him, in the void, there was a terrifying blood-red big foot, stepping towards the whole world, as if to crush it all.
The strong ominousness on the blood-red big foot, the terrifying feeling of despair, made the people who saw it for the first time feel scalp numb and frightened.
As the picture turned, the young man drew his sword and killed the demon. Then he looked at the sentient beings with nostalgia, and disappeared like a feather.
This scroll was probably too vivid, and the things in it were too terrifying and the information was too much. Not to mention Zhang Junyong and the other seven, even Qin Xianyu and the other five who were still calm, lost their minds for a long time and stared at the sky blankly.
Watching the young man's every move, over and over again.
At this moment, they seemed to have returned to that tragic time, becoming the protected beings, watching the gods, immortals, saints, and ancestors who protected them, turning into a sky full of spiritual light and disintegrating for them.
For no reason, a strange sense of shame and a faint sadness rose in my heart, and I subconsciously tilted my head to look.
I found that Wang Zijia was also looking at the scroll on the ceiling, but his expression was a little dazed, as if he was reminiscing about the past.
At this time, some noises suddenly came from outside the quiet hall.
The stunned people all felt it, looked back, and saw a figure quickly walking out of the hall.
"Greetings, Uncle Master!"
"Greetings, Uncle Master Xunbo!"
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Everyone immediately came back to their senses and saluted the newcomer.
Wang Zijia also immediately bowed to Li Xunbo, the head of the Five Elements Department and the Golden Immortal Realm, who he had met once before, and said, "Fellow Daoist Xunbo, why are you here too?"
"I heard that this place has been opened, and I happened to be nearby, so I came here to broaden my horizons. Is this your Taoist temple?" Li Xunbo was still looking around while speaking.
He should have received the news from Zhang Junyong and his party, and was well prepared, so his expression was relatively calm.
However, when he saw the scroll on the ceiling, he couldn't help but pause. Although he concealed it well, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "It's not a Taoist temple. This place is the land of the branch of the Zhang family of Daoting. At the end of the Fourth Epoch, before the full-scale war, they were responsible for invading the Yaoshan Realm and capturing the realm." "As a result, before they completely captured the realm and brought back Shenhong, the three realms started a full-scale war and were eventually trapped on the edge of the battlefield." "And because of some coincidences, I was the last rescue of this world?" As Wang Zijia spoke calmly, everyone subconsciously looked at him. Wang Zijia said this calmly, stretched out his hand to indicate the surrounding murals, and then continued: "Yes, these are some of the situations in the past. I didn't expect to see it again after so many years. Unfortunately, things have changed!" As he spoke, Wang Zijia was a little lonely, and his expression was vicissitudes, and he sighed faintly. Hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked up and looked at the terrifying scroll on the ceiling. Wang Zijia also looked up and continued: "However, speaking of it, I have some connection with the Zhang family of Yaoshan, and we should be from the same branch in terms of blood."
Li Xunbo nodded in realization, retracted his gaze, and looked at the bottom of the hall, but his gaze suddenly paused.
Everyone looked in the direction and found that at the bottom of the statue-like sculpture, there was a tablet on the table.
《The Honorable Position of His Highness Zhang Shenghong, the Ancestor of the Yaoshan Zhang Clan, the Direct Line of Daoting》
In addition to the tablet, there was also a Lingyu on the table in front of the statue.
Wang Zijia looked at the Lingyu with a surprised expression.
Before everyone came to their senses, he casually stretched out his hand and the Lingyu flew in front of Wang Zijia.
Everyone looked at this scene, and they were already stunned. They didn't say anything or do anything, but just watched quietly.