The interior of the Ten Thousand Demons Religion is a place distributed in a staircase, roughly divided into three areas from top to bottom.
Even the location of each area and the approximate distribution of each building were marked on the map Ye Lantian gave him. Chen Mo still decided to go there in person.
It's not that he doesn't trust Ye Lantian, he's just used to the feeling of having everything under his control.
Chen Mo's current location is on the mountainside with a gentler terrain, and is also the first floor of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect's main altar.
There are many houses here, such as rooms for Qi refining disciples in the sect, residences where mortals are kept to work, medicine fields protected by many layers of restrictions, weapon refining studios, and martial arts competition venues...
The blood cliff filled with black mist is the second layer extending downward from the mountainside.
The crimson color of the blood cliff walls seemed to be soaked in blood. Holes were dug into the mountain one after another as the training ground for elite disciples.
Of course, there are also caves here opened by demonic cultivators in the foundation-building period. The purer the demonic energy, the more noble the status of the resident monks.
Most of the functional institutions of the sect are also located here, such as the Law Enforcement Hall, Dan Pavilion, Commission Pavilion, shops, the sect's market, as well as the open-air square where the disciples are usually gathered and the meeting hall of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult are all placed here.
As for the third level, it is under the blood cliff, extending vertically downward for a distance of more than a hundred feet, a bottomless darkness, and there are only four empty words on the map: Hidden Dragon's Abyss.
The person Ye Lantian killed was a monk who was in the early stage of foundation building. He didn't even have the impression of the third level in his memory. One can imagine how mysterious Hidden Dragon Abyss is.
Chen Mo guessed that it might be the secret trial realm unique to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, or the retreat place of the Supreme Elder.
There is even a possibility that the person sitting there is an old Yuanying monster...
Of course, Chen Mo was thinking with his toes and knew that the boat crossing the sea would never appear on the third floor. It was better to stay away from such dangerous places.
Chen Mo had already planned what he should do before taking action, so he was not in a panic mood.
He was seen quietly sneaking into the residence of a low-level disciple. With Chen Mo's flexible skills, he naturally didn't have to worry about being discovered by the guard on duty.
"Squeak——～"
In a remote small house, the door was gently pushed open by him. There were four people lying on the bed inside, all sleeping soundly.
They were all low-level disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult. Chen Mo's spiritual consciousness was scanned, and they were only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.
He picked the fat man who slept the most soundly and found an introductory manual of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult on his chest.
Chen Mo flipped through it quickly, his eyes flashing constantly. Even though his cultivation was imprisoned, his photographic memory was still there.
It didn't take long for him to know the contents of the manual by heart.
Chen Mo stuffed the book back into him again. After finishing all this, he disappeared in a flash.
"It turns out that the rules of the Demonic Way are no less than those of other sects... I never expected that it would be like this..."
After being released from surveillance, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He recalled the contents of the manual, and a strange look appeared on his face at this moment.
The Demonic Way also prohibits disciples from killing each other openly. In addition, betraying one's master is also a very serious matter.
There are also many strange restrictions, such as flying in certain areas within the sect is prohibited, not exposing your identity at will when you go out, you have to pay to go to places like Piaoxiangyuan Yihong Building, killing civilians must be eradicated, etc... ..
Chen Mo waited for less than a quarter of an hour and took advantage of the night to walk through the first two floors of the map before deciding to set off to the ancestral temple of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect to avoid the limelight.
The Fuyun Sect has something similar, which is to set up a tablet for the founder of the sect and enshrine it in the highest position to enjoy the incense of the descendants.
Under the Patriarch, according to the size of the memorial tablet contribution, deceased cultivators of the sect will also be enshrined in the throne of immortality.
For sects with thousands of years of history, almost every wall is covered with dense tablet towers. As for small sects with a history of one or two hundred years, the tablets enshrined by them are relatively shabby.
Chen Mo knew that after dawn, he would have nothing to hide from. The sect said it was big or small, and once he met an acquaintance of "Guo Ziyu", if anything he said was wrong with what he usually said, it would easily arouse the suspicion of others. Doubted.
He did not return to "Guo Ziyu"'s cave tonight because of this consideration.
You must not show your face in the Ten Thousand Demons Cult without understanding the situation. This is the code of conduct he gave himself.
But the ancestral temple is different. Even from the Fuyun Sect, no one goes here to worship on weekdays, let alone the demonic sect whose primary goal is to liberate nature.
In fact, except for some important festivals of the sect, the leader will invite the ancestors to come out to pay homage and bless peace. Who would want to come to such a place where birds don't shit during normal times?
The population was sparse, and there were no other cultivators except the guards. Chen Mo planned to stay at the ancestral temple until the afternoon of the next day, and then go directly to Ye Lantian to ask for information.
In addition, Chen Mo also wanted to take the opportunity to check the relationship between "Guo Ziyu" and his master. Under normal circumstances, the ancestral temple has records.
After a cultivator's cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage, he can recruit disciples within the sect. Not only will he be rewarded by doing so, but if the disciple achieves something in the future, as a master, he can also gain positive benefits from him.
Although the sects are divided into good and evil, the core contents of their operation are similar. The buildings seen along the way also confirm this.
Chen Mo was thinking this in his mind as he arrived near the ancestral temple.
The ancestral temple is not big, no more than a dozen feet square at most. It also has a low wall and vermilion painted tiles. There are two monks guarding the solemn gate.
They were said to be guards, but in fact both of them were leaning against the pillar next to them and almost fell asleep.
They vaguely heard footsteps approaching, and the two of them opened their eyes alertly: "Stop!! What are you doing?"
Seeing that Chen Mo's cultivation level was similar to theirs, and that he had disturbed his sweet dreams, the man on the left scolded him like this.
"You two, I'm Guo Ziyu." Chen Mo's voice was hoarse and he cupped his hands towards them: "I'm here to pay homage to our ancestors. This is my token."
One of them took it over for inspection suspiciously, and confirmed that it was a monk from our sect. He then asked, "Why are you here to worship at such a late hour?"
Chen Mo replied calmly: "In a few days, I will ask someone to refine a magic weapon. It's good luck."
The two of them were speechless for a long time, thinking that he came to the ancestral temple just to try his luck.
"Go in, behave inside, and don't touch things you shouldn't!"
The guard threw Chen Mo's token back and gave some instructions. After that, the two people continued to lean on the pillar and closed their eyes to rest.
Chen Mo took it calmly and strode into the courtyard and into the main hall. The incense table with the sacrifices was placed. Behind it, there were almost a wall of spiritual tablets. There were four to five hundred burning candles, firelight and incense. The echoing atmosphere was extremely solemn.
A strong sense of oppression suddenly hit his face, making Chen Mo uncontrollably want to worship.
Immediately, his knees softened and he knelt down on the futon in front of him, "...Huh?" A surprised voice came from a very far away place. Chen Mo turned his head and looked around. He saw a cultivator who looked like an old man. , at this moment he also put down the book in his hand, looked at each other, and he also glanced at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo was slightly surprised. He had never thought that there was someone guarding the ancestral temple, and he didn't know if this person knew "Guo Ziyu". Chen Mo didn't dare to take risks, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and started to kneel down as if nothing had happened.
When the old man saw Chen Mo, he didn't make any unnecessary moves. He glanced hastily, then picked up the book and continued to read with his head shaking, completely ignoring Chen Mo's existence.
Chen Mo was also happy with this. He quietly took out his watch and looked at the time. The hour hand pointed to the number "two". He calculated silently and found that he still needed to wait for more than six hours.
Fortunately, Chen Mo is a patient person. Even after sitting on his knees for so long, he did not feel impatient. He saw the window outside the window was hazy, then bright and then dark again. No one came to look for his whereabouts. In other words, since yesterday Since I started late, everything I have done is still in line with expectations.
The old man guarding the ancestral temple was obviously more able to endure it than Chen Mo. He continued to read books for so long without feeling tired at all, and his appearance was still the same as when Chen Mo first came in.
Chen Mo guessed that he might be used to it. Living like this every day for ten years would make anyone numb.
Just when Chen Mo thought it was almost time and wanted to get up and have a chat with him and ask about the list of masters and apprentices, he saw the old man coming towards him, looked at him deeply, and said with great emotion:
"In all these years, this is the first time I've met someone as patient as you who can stay for such a long time."
After hearing what the old man said, Chen Mo was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer, so he had to bow his hands in greeting and said in a hoarse voice:
"Senior brother, I have a good friend who wants to become a disciple. He asked me to come and find out more about it. I don't know the list of masters and disciples..."
Chen Mo saw that the old man's cultivation was only at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, but he was much older than him. It would be right to call him Senior Brother, so he took a look at the name list to see his reaction.
"Well, come with me."
Chen Mo followed the old man guarding him to his desk and opened an extremely heavy book: "Currently in the foundation building period of the gate, there are a total of forty monks supported by disciples. They are all here. Take a look for yourself. "
The old man pinched a thin page and said, then let go and went back to read his book.
Chen Mo hurriedly stepped forward. It was a lie to find a master. It was true to check Guo Ziyu's apprenticeship record. It would be best for him not to become a disciple. Once he became a disciple, what if he couldn't tell his master's background and didn't know several of his senior brothers? Being discovered would be a disaster.
The hard work paid off, and Chen Mo discovered the name of the person he was impersonating on page eight. Guo Ziyu's master was a cultivator named Li Honghua.
This person not only accepted him as a disciple, but also had six names in front of Guo Ziyu. These should be his senior brothers and sisters.
After Guo Ziyu, there are three other names. It should be that after him, Li Honghua accepted him as a registered disciple.
Chen Mo didn't stay too long and pretended to flip through a dozen more pages. It wasn't until he finished reading that he put on a clear expression: "Thank you."
The old man asked without raising his head: "Found it?"
"Well, I'll go back and discuss it with him." Chen Mo said.
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