Chapter 364: Ancient Temple? Wheel Chapter Temple!
Chapter 364: Ancient Temple? Samsara Temple!
Xu Qing, Changchun Zhenjun and Yuyang Zhenjun were riding side by side, speeding across the Lingtai starry sea.
The stream of light under their feet was like the tail of a comet cutting through the night sky, bright and dazzling.
At the core of the Lingtai Star Sea, chaotic fog was surging like raging sea waves.
The huge and mysterious outline of the ancient temple is looming in the mist, just like an ancient giant beast lurking in the abyss, exuding a heart-pounding mysterious aura, as if silently warning intruders not to approach easily.
The three finally arrived at the temple and stepped in without hesitation.
In an instant, an ancient and majestic aura came towards me like a surging tide.
This breath, mixed with the vicissitudes of time and a mysterious power, is heart-stirring.
The dim light in the hall flickered, like countless pairs of mysterious eyes hidden in the depths of darkness, coldly spying on them, the uninvited guests.
The three of them looked at each other, and saw solemnity in each other's eyes. At that moment, the three of them gathered their magic power and carefully went deeper into the temple, taking every step very cautiously, as if the slightest mistake would trigger the taboo hidden in this ancient temple.
As they walked deeper, a pool of blood came into their sight.
The blood pool was a strange dark red, like solidified blood. Above the pool, blood vapor was rising, like wisps of agile dragons, winding and circling in the air.
However, in the thick bloody smell, there was a strange and gentle power emanating faintly, like a spring breeze, gently brushing through everyone's hearts.
Xu Qing's mind suddenly moved, and his intuition told him that this blood pool was the perfect place to nurture the List of Gods.
At that moment, he could no longer hold back, and stretched out his fingertips to touch the List of Gods, intending to take it out and throw it into the pool.
But at the moment his fingertips touched the List of Gods, the earth suddenly shook violently, as if an ancient ferocious beast that had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, the barbarian king of the Jiuli barbarians led a group of great witches and broke into the house with great momentum.
The Barbarian King was as big as a mountain, with a strong wild aura swirling around him, like black ink. His bloodshot eyes were full of murderous intent, fixed on the blood pool, and then he shouted: "This blood pool is the opportunity of my Jiuli tribe. If you dare to covet it, I will show no mercy."
The Barbarian King's voice exploded like thunder, echoing in the ancient temple and making everyone's eardrums hurt.
After saying this, he waved his hand, and the great witches behind him responded in unison. They were chanting something, and the sound of the spell was low and strange, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld.
Then, they all took out their own witchcraft instruments. For a moment, the wind howled in the hall, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were endless. Weird runes danced in the air like black fireflies, shrouding the entire space in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
Changchun Zhenjun and Yuyang Zhenjun reacted very quickly and flashed to Xu Qing's side in an instant. The pure yang fire around Changchun Zhenjun flourished and burned fiercely. The flames showed a bright golden color, as if to illuminate this dark ancient temple.
The hot breath emitted by the pure Yang Dao fire collided with the surrounding cold air, making a sizzling sound. Yuyang Zhenjun shook the whisk in his hand lightly, and the spiritual light overflowed, like a dazzling galaxy falling. The spiritual light flashed with a soft light, but it contained a powerful force that people dared not underestimate.
The magic power of the two men collided with the witchcraft power of the Jiuli barbarians, just like the chaotic collision when the world was first created, and a deafening roar broke out.
The roar resounded throughout the ancient temple, causing the dust on the walls to fall down.
The Barbarian King roared to the sky, his voice shaking the universe, as if a prehistoric beast had awakened, causing the runes in the ancient temple to tremble.
In an instant, the murderous energy around him surged like ink, his body swelled up like a mountain, and Chi You's true form suddenly appeared.
But the real body had a green face and fangs, three heads and six arms. Each arm was muscular and had bulging veins, revealing a power that could destroy the world.
The double horns on its head are like the bones of a dead dragon, sharp and fierce, flashing a dark and fierce light; the fangs in its mouth are intertwined, as if they can bite the sun, moon and stars into pieces.
Nine giant snakes with magic patterns coiled behind him, and as the snakes' tongues moved, they spit out strands of poisonous miasma. Wherever they passed, ripples appeared in the air.
Each of its six arms held a magical weapon, some were holding a giant axe, some were holding a magic halberd, and some were clutching a chain. At this moment, they were dancing together, and the strong wind they brought up crushed the surrounding air into powder.
The Barbarian King roared and rushed towards Xu Qing like an ancient demon god creating the world. Wherever he passed, the space was torn into dark cracks like tattered cloth.
Black void could be vaguely seen through these cracks, as if they were the entrance to some horrific world. Heart-wrenching howls could be heard from them, as if countless wronged souls were struggling within them.
When Xu Qing saw this, his eyes became cold and a light flashed across them.
He knew very well that he was facing a powerful enemy this time, so he did not dare to be careless at all, and immediately activated the primordial demonic energy in his body.
In an instant, the demonic energy surged around him, and five holy demons suddenly appeared. Five heads were seen floating above his head, each head was hideous and horrible, and had different shapes. The head in front had eyes like copper bells, emitting scarlet light, and fangs in its mouth, spitting out bursts of black demonic flames while roaring; the head on the left had three eyes, and the vertical eyes on the forehead opened and closed, shooting out beams of destructive power; the head on the right had long hair like a waterfall, and countless resentful spirits were entangled in the hair, wailing miserably as it danced; the two heads above were born opposite each other, and they kept chanting strange magic spells, and the air was distorted wherever the spells passed.
The bronze mirror in Xu Qing's hand suddenly shone brightly, and the chaotic energy in the mirror surged out like turbid waves, colliding with the axe edge of the Barbarian King, which was filled with endless pressure.
There was a loud "bang", as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, air waves filled the air, and the powerful shock wave spread wildly around the two people.
The dust in the hall was shaken into pieces, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, instantly filling the entire space and making everyone's vision blurred.
Wherever the air wave passed, fine cracks appeared on the walls of the ancient temple, as if it could collapse at any time.
Changchun Zhenjun and Yuyang Zhenjun quickly cast their spells and erected a light curtain in front of them, barely able to resist the powerful impact. The Jiuli great witches also used their witchcraft instruments to form a series of defensive barriers to protect themselves.
The Barbarian King and Xu Qing were still fighting fiercely in the air waves.
The Barbarian King waved his six arms, and the magic weapons in his hands kept attacking Xu Qing. Each attack was full of the power to destroy the world. Xu Qing's five heads of the Heavenly Demon Saint were also fully operational. The five heads kept performing magic skills, spewing magic flames, shooting out beams of light, or chanting spells, to counter the Barbarian King's attacks one by one. For a moment, the devilish spirit and the evil spirit intertwined, and the magic skills and witchcraft collided. The entire ancient temple seemed to have turned into a chaotic battlefield, filled with endless destructive breath.
At the same time, the pure Yang Dao fire around Changchun Zhenjun turned into firebirds all over the sky. These firebirds were lifelike, flapping their wings and chirping, making sharp cries, and swooping towards the great witches. Each firebird seemed to contain endless heat, and the air was distorted by the burning wherever it passed.
Yuyang Zhenjun waved his whisk, and the spiritual light flew like a sharp arrow. Wherever it went, the witchcraft of the great witches was shattered like bubbles. Seeing this, the great witches chanted incantations, trying to resist this powerful attack. Some of them danced with strange movements; some of them sprayed poisonous mist from their mouths, which spread in the air and took on a strange green color.
However, the Jiuli barbarian tribe had many witches, and their witchcraft was strange and varied. They either spit poisonous mist or waved bone banners. For a time, the evil power was rampant in the hall, and the two sides were fighting fiercely, and the situation was deadlocked.
Just as everyone was fighting to the death, the blood in the blood pool suddenly began to surge violently, surging like boiling magma. The surging blood instantly overflowed and spread to the entire ancient temple. Before everyone could react, a loud noise that shook the world suddenly exploded, like the sound of creation.
This loud noise contained endless power, as if it was going to shatter the entire world. Xu Qing only felt a sharp pain in his head, and the demonic consciousness hidden in his heart instantly blurred.
Then, an invisible and powerful force, like a giant hand, pulled him hard and dragged him into an endless vortex of reincarnation. In that vortex, he seemed to see countless flashes of light and shadow, memories of past lives, and unknown illusions. Everything was as blurry as a dream.
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Not knowing how much time had passed, Xu Qing slowly woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and memories of his new identity flooded into his heart.
He quickly realized that he was in a strange world.
There was no longer the majestic and vast fluctuation of magical power in the Taixu universe, nor the dazzling and brilliant divine power. All the magic weapons, including the bronze mirror and the Conferred God List, had disappeared.
This is a world of low-level martial arts.
Xu Qing looked around. He was now in a simple firewood room in a Taoist temple, wearing the clothes of an ordinary fire Taoist priest. In the firewood room, there were some simple firewood-cutting tools, and the walls were slightly worn, revealing a sense of age.
On the roof, a few rays of sunlight shone through the gaps, forming beams of light, in which dust was slowly dancing.
Xu Qing already understood in his mind that the ancient temple was actually the legendary Temple of Reincarnation.
In this reincarnation, he became an ordinary fire-working Taoist in Chongyang Palace of Quanzhen Sect in this world.
He stood up and walked to the door of the woodshed, looking at the scene inside the Taoist temple.
The courtyard of Chongyang Palace is spacious and quiet. The ground is paved with neatly laid bluestones. After years of polishing, the surface is glowing with a faint light.
In the courtyard, several ancient pines stand tall and vigorous, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling the story of the years. The pine needles are emerald green, and the sunlight shines down, forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the ground.
The palaces in the distance, with their flying eaves and brackets, are magnificent, and their red walls and black tiles look particularly solemn in the sun.
The doors and windows of the palace are carved with exquisite patterns, with lifelike cranes spreading their wings ready to fly and auspicious clouds lingering around them. Every detail demonstrates the superb skills of the craftsmen.
Above the temple gate hangs a huge plaque with the two big characters "Double Ninth Festival" inscribed on it. The font is vigorous and powerful, as if it contains endless Taoist rhyme.
The Taoists in the temple are wearing neat Taoist robes, sweeping the courtyard or chanting scriptures in the hall. Everything seems so peaceful and harmonious.
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Xu Qing couldn't find a way to leave for the time being, so he decided to make the best of it. He quickly adapted to life in Chongyang Palace.
Every morning, the sound of bells and drums would ring on time, and the melodious bell sounds would echo throughout the Taoist temple, as if they could cleanse the dust from people's hearts.
The sound of chanting sutras then came out from the hall, low and long, giving people an inexplicable sense of peace.
At this time, Xu Qing got up with other Taoist fire workers and went to the woodshed to carry firewood to prepare for the daily expenses of the Taoist temple.
Although his movements were a little awkward, he was very serious. While carrying the firewood, he occasionally thought of his experiences in the Taixu universe. Those fierce battles and those mysterious powers all appeared in his mind like a dream.
The Taoists in the Taoist temple did not pay much attention to the new Taoist master of fire.
They are each busy with their own affairs and lead a plain and regular life.
However, Xu Qing constantly seeks opportunities to improve himself in this dull life. He finds that although the spiritual power of this world is weak, it has a unique way of practice.
The Taoists here cultivate their body and mind through chanting scriptures, meditation and other methods, and comprehend the principles between heaven and earth.
Xu Qing began to try to learn the Taoists' practice methods.
Whenever night fell and other Taoist fire workers had fallen asleep, he would come to the courtyard of the Taoist temple alone, sit under an ancient pine tree, and begin to chant scriptures.
The ancient scriptures were recited slowly in his mouth with a special rhythm. As he continued to recite, he gradually felt a kind of quiet power rising in his heart.
His thoughts also became clearer, and he could feel the faint flow of inspiration between heaven and earth.
In addition to chanting scriptures, Xu Qing also tried meditation.
At the beginning, all kinds of distracting thoughts always emerged in his mind. Those battle scenes in the Taixu universe, those mysterious magic weapons and characters kept flashing in his mind.
But as time went on, he gradually learned to control his thoughts and calm his heart. In that peaceful state, he seemed to be able to feel himself integrated with the world around him, and a subtle power slowly flowed in his body.
As the days passed, Xu Qing gradually made some progress in his practice.
His body became lighter and his strength increased.
Although this improvement is insignificant in the Taixu Universe, it is already a considerable progress in this low-level martial arts world.
However, he was not satisfied with this. He knew that his goal was not only to become powerful in this world, but also to find a way to return to the Taixu Universe and unlock the secret of his arrival in this world.
(End of this chapter)