After landing, Wang Zijia's mind moved, and several more white balls of light flew out and spread around, illuminating the surrounding space.
What they came to was a huge palace, more than ten feet high. It didn't look like it was built for humans. It looked like a temple for gods like the legendary djinn.
The decoration style is a bit strange. Although it is very old, it is not classical, but it gives Wang Zijia a strange feeling.
'Why is there a kind of western phantom wind 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 very different style of decoration."
"It is indeed not very popular. I heard from the sect brothers who came here together at the beginning that this place should have originally belonged to a temple established by a being like the ancient Miao witch Zhu. In the fifth era, this could only be regarded as an obscene worship of wild gods. The era when the Taoist sect banned divine cultivators was headed for destruction."
While the two of them were walking in the palace, Ma Haoran explained: "But judging from the few documents he left behind, he can't be regarded as a wild evil god."
"There is a high probability that he was sealed by a loose cultivator or something like that, a Mao Shen in a remote area. As for whether he is registered in the Taoist sect and whether he has a position, this is unknown."
While the two were talking, they strolled through a series of huge halls and came to a corner of a fairly normal-sized palace.
At this time, Wang Zijia suddenly paused and 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 for a while he couldn't remember what was wrong.
Ma Haoran next to him heard this, but glanced at Wang Zijia in surprise, and said: "Junior brother Wang is really knowledgeable. He can understand the sacred texts of ancient Taoist sects. I heard from my senior brothers that this kind of writing is not used in sects. Here, I don’t necessarily know a few real people.”
Wang Zijia froze suddenly, raised his head suddenly, and stared at the plaque again.
This damn thing is actually in Chinese! ! !
Although it is close to the Xiaozhuan of the Qin Dynasty and has evolved to a certain extent, it is definitely not wrong, it is definitely Chinese!
"You said this is an ancient divine text?" Wang Zijia looked at Ma Haoran with suppressed excitement in his eyes.
"Uh..." Ma Haoran was stunned by Wang Zijia's expression and said hesitantly: "I'm not very sure about this. That's what the senior brother in the sect said at the time."
"Junior brother, you also know that the characters we use now evolved after a certain period of time after the Taoism was difficult to transmit. And the characters above are said to have been used in the Fifth Age. Since junior brother recognizes this text, could it be Was my previous understanding wrong?"
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 moment, Wang Zijia came to his senses and discovered that there was another couplet-like sentence on the doorposts on his left and right.
The sentence is a bit incomplete, but fortunately most of it has been retained. Based on the context, I can barely recover it even by guessing.
The skeleton of the demon is used as a frame, and the pen and ink are dotted with red makeup to draw a different path in life;
The skin and flesh cover the shape, and the heaven and the earth act as matchmakers to seek marriage for a lifetime.
Looking at this sentence, Wang Zijia looked at the 'Hu Empress' temple in front of him. Isn't the style of painting a bit inconsistent?
Is this a marriage temple from ancient Miao territory?
But the artistic conception in this sentence is a bit wrong. Instead, it resembles the poignant love in a Chinese fairy tale.
All kinds of random thoughts flashed in his mind for a long time, and Wang Zijia continued shopping with Ma Haoran. In the past few decades, the underground palace here has experienced countless waves of looting.
Especially after being patronized by a large number of casual cultivators, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as digging three feet into the ground.
Not to mention anything valuable, just some of the sculptures in the original underground palace and even the murals on the walls, as long as they could see something strange, were all looted.
Even the floor tiles under his feet were no longer smooth, and they had obviously been turned over. Only some carved pillars are still barely intact.
Not surprisingly, the two of them walked around the temple and Mao didn't even notice it.
There are only three main halls, each with several plaques. If these plaques were not carved directly from the buildings and had extremely ordinary characters, Wang Zijia would probably not have even these.
It can only be roughly determined that this temple was originally dedicated to many gods. In particular, the main halls should have a huge sculpture several meters high, but now they are all gone and become empty.
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Wang Zijia walked back and forth through the entire underground palace three times, checking everything carefully, but 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 a clean search!"
Ma Haoran smiled and said: "This kind of ruins can be entered by anyone, and legends have spread. After rounds of baptisms 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 stall goods can be traded in high-end trade fairs. How could he not search carefully?
To think of picking up leaks in such a place is simply wishful thinking.
It was considered a sightseeing trip. The two of them stopped staying and came to the crack again. During the fluctuation of mana, they floated to the ground. Standing on the edge of the crack and looking down, the two of them threw the magic weapon again and soared into the sky.
"Where should we go 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 to the sect. It’s fair on the outside, and the higher-ups 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?"
(End of chapter)
