'Is fate Gu symbiotic? Not bad! '
As Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, he also looked around.
It seemed that, just as he saw in the time and space channel, this time, he stayed in the Fourth Epoch for nearly two months, but the reality was not that four months had passed.
But they had just entered the tower.
The original tower seemed to be filled with countless silver-white space-time energy.
But at this moment, it had disappeared without a trace because of his shuttle, and even the last little remnant was swallowed up by the big ugly.
The process of all this happening will definitely not take more than ten breaths.
Behind him were a group of Taiqing monks who came in with him.
They fell into a trance due to the space transformation and the impact of raging time and space energy. When Wang Zijia looked back, they all just recovered from their trance, opened their eyes, and looked around blankly.
However, before everyone looked around, they subconsciously raised their heads.
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 paper was very thick, like it was made of some animal paper.
In addition to the message on the front, there are some patterns on the back.
It looks like a map of somewhere?
Unfortunately, there is no beginning or end, and there are no specific labels or landmarks, so naturally it is not clear where it is.
Everyone watched as the pages of the book fell in front of Wang Zijia, and then Wang Zijia naturally stretched out his hand to catch it, as if someone had thrown the letter into his hand.
"This is?"
Everyone gathered around subconsciously and found words on the pages of the book. Huanshen Pavilion advocate Junyong asked tentatively.
Wang Zijia looked at the letter and was a little dazed.
Through this experience, he clarified a lot of things and solved a lot of doubts in his heart. He was worthy of this time capsule.
However, it also gave Wang Zijia more questions.
For example, it is basically certain that there is a problem with my time travel, but what is the problem?
For example, is this really your first time traveling through time, or has it been a long time since you came to this world?
For example, maybe he was once a second-generation member of the Taoting royal family? His Highness Ninth Prince?
However, 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 Daoting, and there is no Ninth Highness at all!
For another example, where did Zhang Bairen go in the end, and what does it have to do with him?
Except for the names of time evil, life evil, and number evil mentioned in later generations for those polluted demons and ghosts.
These three types of evil should have three sources, and the evils of time, evil of destiny, and evil of number in the Taoist prophecy actually refer to these three sources!
And a fate caused the collision of the three thousand worlds, and then sealed them.
At that time, what about the two evildoers who knew all the information about Kong Dao?
Compared with the indescribable evil that is distorted by the avenue of life, time and space and omniscience are obviously several times more terrifying. If this distortion becomes evil, it should be countless times more terrifying.
But why are there no relevant records, whether in the Fourth Age or today?
Even in the prophecies left behind, there are almost no words that actually involve specific information about 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 emerged.
Everyone looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes and looked at the letter in a daze, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"This is a letter!" After a long time, Wang Zijia said quietly.
"letter?"
"To whom..."
"Forehead······"
Everyone subconsciously wanted to ask something. After seeing Wang Zijia's actions, combined with their proficiency in the spells and blood verification when they entered the tower, and Wang Zijia's expression at this moment.
One possibility pops into everyone's mind.
Could it be that... you should write about Wang Zijia?
"Master, are you okay?" Qin Xianyu looked at Wang Zijia in a daze and asked worriedly.
Wang Zijia came to his senses slightly, shook his head and said, "Nothing, I just thought of some forgotten past events!"
As he spoke, Wang Zijia turned over his hand and put away the envelope of the letter. Zhang Junyong and others' expressions moved, but in the end they said nothing.
"bye!"
At this time, a weak and loud voice suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth, interrupting everyone's continued speech.
Everyone immediately looked down.
They should be on the first floor of the pagoda at the moment. The pagoda is obviously a unique building with a large space on the first floor.
The top of the head is not a tower, but white clouds, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is a bit unreal.
Below is a group of buildings that look like some kind of family treasure, forbidden area 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 like a combination of a temple and a palace.
The sound at this moment came from the door of the hall.
When everyone looked subconsciously, they saw countless densely packed people neatly kneeling in front of the main hall in the square. The closer they got to the main hall, the more extraordinary the crowd's clothing became.
The crowd spread all the way into the temple.
But these people are not real people, nor ghosts, more like phantoms?
No, it is the afterimage of time and space.
This place has experienced countless grand worship ceremonies.
Because of the accumulation of rich space-time energy, it is now suddenly absorbed, and part of the free energy scattered around has inspired what happened here.
Not only worshiping in the square, but also some phantoms can be seen practicing in the surrounding buildings?
But compared to the stable scene in the square, these phantoms are like ghosts, often fleeting and disappearing.
One moment I was practicing in the house, and the next moment I was performing in the courtyard.
One lag after another, it’s like there’s a bug in the world.
In the surrounding buildings, scenes like this were staged at the same time, like various ghosts.
Only in the center, many such grand worship ceremonies were probably held, keeping the phantom somewhat intact.
Solemn and solemn!
It can be seen that there was once a group of people who had such a sacrifice for a long time.
"Is this... an illusion of time and space?" Zhang Junyong looked at it for a moment and asked.
There are a bunch of Xuanxian around, and their vision is certainly not bad. With just a little perception, they can guess almost everything.
Wang Zijia nodded and said: "That's right. Let's go and have a look. I think you will be disappointed. This is probably a forbidden area, but it is not the treasure house of an ancient family."
Everyone looked at Wang Zijia, their eyes flickering, guessing what Wang Zijia should know.
However, although various thoughts were constantly popping up, no one asked anything, and they followed silently towards the worship square in the center of the building complex.
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As Wang Zijia and the others drifted toward the square in the center of the building complex, the phantoms that flashed like lags in the surrounding buildings seemed to be affected and disappeared without a trace under the slight flow of air.
Everyone ignored this and carefully floated into the square.
As everyone arrived and floated down, the phantom of the sacrifice in the square was also affected and slowly disappeared.
Probably because they found such a sacrificial scene, everyone did not fly over directly out of basic respect.
Instead, he floated onto the square and walked towards the main hall at the bottom.
The surroundings are all standard Taoist era buildings, with white jade as the main color, carved beams and painted buildings, cornices and brackets. There is less mist and a bit less fairy spirit, but a bit more of the vicissitudes of antiquity and the sedimentation of long years. .
Because he had just returned from the Fourth Age, Wang Zijia was in a trance, as if he was still in the Zhang family of Yaoshan in the Fourth Age.
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The group of people strolled across the square, climbed up the huge stairs, and arrived in front of a magnificent temple building that looked a bit like a palace.
The inside of the hall is the same as the outside. It looks as grand as a palace, but it is decorated like a temple, but there is only one statue... well, a statue.
When everyone saw the statue, they were stunned in place.
Wang Zijia also stopped subconsciously.
The carving on the crystal clear and perfect jade is not him, but who else.
On the perfect face of the sculpture, there is a bright smile, but in the eyes there is endless sorrow and a little nostalgia. He looks towards the door of the hall as if he is looking at everyone.
Being stared at by the statue, everyone felt a surge of holiness and solemnity for no apparent reason.
It seems that a sacred person is enshrined here.
Qin Xianyu and others were also in a daze. They should not remember this expression too deeply.
Back then, Wang Zijia taught them, and they always used a bright smile to combine mental and spiritual magic with the teaching of teaching.
When preaching and when getting along with each other in daily life, through the fluctuation of emotions, I left no trace and was deeply engraved in their hearts.
To an extent that will never be forgotten!
Especially the scene when Wang Zijia died for the disciples of Donghuang Taiqing Palace in the end, completely solidified in the hearts of Qin Xianyu and others.
And the Wang Zijia in their memory has the same expression as the sculpture in front of them, the same expression that warms them throughout their lives.
There is determination in nostalgia and the warmth of protecting all living beings.
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Everyone was stunned for a while.
"Gulu!" Zhang Junyong came back to his senses slightly, swallowed, and said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, this is..."
Wang Zijia also recovered slightly and ignored Zhang Junyong. Instead, he looked at the statue and sighed with loneliness on his face as he stepped forward: "Oh, Yaoshan Zhang family, such a distant memory!"
"Gulu!"
"······"
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 that of an ancient monk, they were still a little shocked.
You must know that this is most likely a world affiliated with the Daoting royal family that transcends the fifth era and is the fourth or even third era!
Doesn't this mean that this is the ultimate antique!
Not only did he survive the great destruction when he collided with the world and returned to ruins, but he also overcame the darkness, turmoil, and despair of the entire Fifth Age?
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Although Qin Xianyu and others were surprised, they were not too surprised.
Because they knew from a very young age that this person in their time was a reincarnated being seeking survival!
"Fellow Taoist, Yaoshan Zhang Family? Was this world originally called Yaoshan Realm?" Zhang Junyong asked upon seeing this.
The temporary names they had previously defined for this area were: Ruins Area, Fusion Spirit Realm.
Wang Zijia nodded slightly and walked towards the main hall.
Everyone hesitated for a moment and followed one after another.
The main hall is quite huge, but also a bit empty. After all, it only enshrines a sculpture several feet high.
There should have been a very prosperous family belief here, and the entire hall still has a faint smell of incense that lingers for a long time.
It is conceivable that Wang Zijia should have had an extraordinary and holy status in this family at that time, and even became a sacred being.
"That is······!"
After taking a few steps forward and observing the people in the hall, something in the hall attracted their attention.
I saw that the whole hall, except for the statues of gods at the bottom and the incense table in front of the sculptures, was very empty.
But there are a lot of decorations on the walls around the empty hall?
Or rather a mural!
It was a painting made by a painting monk, or in other words, a special photo.
The murals on the walls seem to be telling legends and performing scenes of 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 demon spirits destroy the world.
A white-haired young man appeared on the battlefield. He appeared like a legendary god. When he waved, a giant flag covering the sky appeared. As it wavered, it collected thousands of demon spirits. It was like a holy savior, saving 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 tragedy of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the despair of the many monks, the terrifying power of the young man, and the sacred hope, extremely vividly, even more vividly than the experience of committing suicide. impressive.
Once people see it, this scene will be deeply engraved in their minds.
Such murals, like epic legends, are performed in front of everyone and told in their ears, making everyone unable to calm down for a long time.
"Forehead······"
Originally, all this still shocked everyone enough.
But when someone follows the murals and looks up, they see the ceiling of the hall. I was completely stunned by the huge picture on the ceiling, and lost my ability to speak for a long time.
Not only because of the message in the scroll, but also because of the majestic momentum revealed in the painting.
There was only a flashing picture on the entire ceiling.
It is also a young man with white hair. At this moment, a huge god-like shadow appears behind the young man, floating in the air.
Beneath him are countless monks and disciples, as well as protected sentient beings.
Opposite it, above the void, there is a terrifying big bloody foot, stepping towards the whole world, as if it wants to crush it all.
The strong ominousness and terrifying feeling of despair on the bloody feet will make anyone who sees it for the first time feel their scalp numb and their hearts frightened.
As the screen turns, the young man draws his sword and kills the demon. Then he looked at the sentient beings with a lingering look, then disappeared like feathers.
This scroll was probably too vivid in its depiction, and the things in it were too terrifying and contained too much information. Not to mention the seven Zhang Junyongs, even the five Qin Xianyu who were relatively calm were lost for a long time, staring blankly at the sky.
Watching every move of that young man, over and over again.
At this moment, they seemed to have returned to those tragic years and became the protected beings, watching as the gods who protected them, their immortals, their saints, and their ancestors turned into auras all over the sky for them. Collapse.
For no reason, a strange sense of shame and a touch of sadness arose in my heart, and I subconsciously turned my head to look.
I found that Wang Zijia was also looking at the scroll on the ceiling, but his expression was a little blank, as if he was reminiscing about the past.
At this time, some noise suddenly came from outside the quiet hall.
Everyone who was stunned felt this and looked back, only to see a figure walking quickly from outside the hall.
"See Uncle Master!"
"I've met Uncle Xun!"
"······"
Everyone came to their senses immediately and all saluted the visitor.
Wang Zijia also immediately saluted and said to Li Xunbo, the Minister of the Five Elements Department and the Golden Fairy Realm, whom he had met once before, "Why are you here too, fellow Daoist Xunbo?"
"Didn't I hear that this place was opened? I happened to be nearby, so I stopped by to broaden my horizons. Was this place originally a Taoist dojo?" Li Xunbo was still looking around as he spoke.
He must have received the news from Zhang Junyong and his entourage and was well prepared, so his expression was quite calm.
However, when he saw the scroll on the ceiling, he couldn't help but pause. Although he concealed it well, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.
But Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about a dojo. This place is a branch of the Zhang family of Daoting. At the end of the Fourth Age, before the all-out war, they were responsible for invading the Yaoshan realm and carrying out arrests."
"In the end, before the capture of the world was completely completed and Shenhong was brought back, the three major realms started a full-scale war, and he was eventually trapped on the edge of the battlefield."
"And because of some chance, I was able to carry out the final rescue of this world?"
As Wang Zijia spoke calmly, everyone looked at him subconsciously.
Wang Zijia said this calmly, stretched out his hand to gesture to the surrounding murals, and then continued:
"No, these are some of the situations back then. I didn't expect to see them again after so many years. It's a pity that things have changed and people have changed!"
In her words, Wang Zijia was a little lonely, and her expression was full of vicissitudes, and she sighed quietly.
After hearing this, everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the terrifying picture on the ceiling. Wang Zijia also looked up and then continued:
"However, speaking of it, Yaoshan Zhang and I have some connections. We should be from the same bloodline."
Li Xunbo nodded suddenly, withdrew his gaze and looked at the bottom of the hall, but his eyes suddenly stopped.
Everyone looked along and found that at the bottom of the god-like sculpture, there was a tablet enshrined on the desk.
"The Honorable Position of His Highness Zhang Shenghong, the Ancestor of the Zhang Family in Yaoshan, Daoting"
In addition to the tablet, there is also a jade enshrined on the altar table in front of the statue.
Wang Zijia looked at Lingyu with a surprised expression.
Before everyone came to their senses, with a casual move, Lingyu flew to Wang Zijia.
Everyone looked at this scene. They were already stunned. They didn't say anything or do anything, they just watched quietly.
(End of chapter)
