Immortal robbery

Chapter 269
After landing, Wang Zijia's mind moved, and several white balls of light flew out, spreading to the surroundings, illuminating the surrounding space.

What they came to was a huge palace with a height of tens of feet. It didn't look like it was built by humans. It was like a temple for gods like giant spirits in legend.

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 fantasy mixed in? '

Wang Zijia looked at the huge pillars around the temple and the remaining carvings on the walls, and said in surprise, "It's a very different style of decoration."

"It's really not very popular. I heard from the Zongmen brothers who came here together at the beginning that they guessed that this place should have belonged to the temple built by the ancient Miaojiang witch Zhu. In the era when Taoism banned spiritual cultivation, it was going to perish."

As the two walked through the palace, Ma Haoran explained, "However, judging from the scraps of literature he left behind, he can't be considered a wild evil god."

"There is a high probability that it was sealed by the existence of casual cultivators, the hair god in remote areas. As for whether he has a registration in the Taoist sect and whether he has a position, this is unknown."

While talking, the two walked, passed through a large hall, and came to a corner of a palace of normal size.

At this moment, Wang Zijia's movements suddenly stopped, and he stopped in front of a group of side halls, looked at the plaque on one of the halls, and said, "Madam 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 the words, but looked at Wang Zijia in surprise, and said, "Junior Brother Wang is really knowledgeable, and he can understand the divine script of the ancient Taoist sect. I heard from my seniors that this kind of writing is very common in the sect. Here, real people may not necessarily know a few of them."

Wang Zijia froze suddenly, raised his head suddenly, and stared at the plaque again.

This Nima is actually Chinese! ! !

Although it is close to the Xiaozhuan of Qin Dynasty, and there is still some evolution, but it is definitely not wrong, it is definitely Chinese!

"You said this is an ancient divine text?" Wang Zijia said with suppressed excitement in his eyes, turning his head to look at Ma Haoran.

"Er..." Ma Haoran was stiffened by Wang Zijia's expression, and said hesitantly, "I'm not very clear about this, anyway, that's what the seniors in the door said back then."

"Junior brother, you also know that the characters we use now are evolved after a certain period of time when Taoism and Dharma are difficult to pass on. The above characters are said to be used in the Fifth Epoch. Since junior brother recognizes this text, could it be Did I get it wrong?"

Wang Zijia didn't answer Ma Haoran, but looked up again, looking at the plaque of 'Ms. Hu', lost in thought for a while.

After a while, Wang Zijia came back to his senses, only to find that there was a sentence like a couplet on the left and right doorposts.

The sentence is a bit incomplete, but fortunately most of it is preserved, combined with the context, it can barely be restored even with blind guessing.

The skeleton of the demon is used as a frame, and the pen and ink are painted with red makeup, and the painting is a different journey for a lifetime;
The skin and flesh cover the shape, and the heaven and the earth are the six matchmakers, seeking a marriage for a lifetime.

Looking at this sentence, Wang Zijia looked at the temple of 'Hu Niangniang' in front of him again. Isn't the painting style a bit out of place?
Is this a marriage temple in ancient Miaojiang?
But the artistic conception in this sentence is also a bit wrong. Instead, it looks like the poignant love in the story of Liaozhai.

Various messy thoughts flickered in his mind for a long time before Wang Zijia continued to stroll with Ma Haoran.In the past few decades, the underground palace here has experienced countless waves of raids.

Especially after being patronized by a large number of casual cultivators, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as digging three feet.

Not to mention anything valuable, it was some sculptures in the original underground palace, and even the murals on the walls. Anything that could be seen to be strange was all searched.

Even the floor tiles under his feet were no longer smooth, obviously they had been turned over.Only some carved pillars are barely preserved.

Not surprisingly, the two walked around the temple, but Mao didn't notice it.

There are only three main halls, each with several plaques.If it weren't for the fact that these plaques were carved directly from the building, and they were very ordinary characters, Wang Zijia probably wouldn't even have these plaques.

It can only be roughly determined that this temple originally enshrined several gods.Especially in the main halls, there should be a huge sculpture several meters high, but now they are all gone and become empty.

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Wang Zijia went back and forth through the entire underground palace three times, checked carefully, and found nothing.

Ma Haoran has been quietly following, as if he had expected it long ago, without the slightest bit of impatience.

After a long time, Wang Zijia was completely sure that there was no chance of gaining anything, and said with a wry smile: "The search is really clean enough!"

Ma Haoran said with a smile: "This kind of ruins that anyone can enter, there are legends that have been passed down. After rounds of baptisms by low-level monks, it is not bad that the underground palace has not collapsed."

Wang Zijia was right after thinking about it. After all, some street stalls can be traded in high-end trade fairs. How could the search be careless?
It's wishful thinking to try to pick up the loopholes in such a place.

It was considered a sightseeing trip, the two of them didn't stay any longer, they came to the crack again, and they floated to the ground amidst fluctuations in mana.Standing on the edge of the crack and looking down, the two threw out the magic weapon again and soared into the sky.

"Where are we going next?" Wang Zijia looked at Ma Haoran and asked.

"Junior brother, you said that you want to find a mountain gate today, what do you want?" Ma Haoran looked at Wang Zijia, and asked rhetorically instead of giving an answer immediately.

"It's best to have a low-level spiritual vein. If you don't have one, you don't have to force it, as long as you can support your disciple's cultivation." Wang Zijia replied after pondering for a moment.

Ma Haoran paused when he heard the words, looked at Wang Zijia again and asked, "Junior Brother Wang, are you really planning to start a faction in Tianhong and revive the Tianhong cultivation world?"

Wang Zijia nodded, and said: "Well, the disciples these days have seen too many rainbow images. No matter what, the common people are innocent, and after 30 years, the lesson that should be taught has already been given, Zongmen It's justified on the face, and the higher-ups won't care about it anymore."

Ma Haoran looked at Wang Zijia seriously for a moment, and sighed: "It's a blessing for Tianhong to meet Junior Brother Wang!"

"Senior brother is absurdly praised, but it's just a matter of little effort within the scope of one's ability, and you shouldn't be so praised by senior brother." At this point, the prince's good story changed, and he said half-jokingly: "If you don't mind, senior brother Ma, come and start a party." How about the deputy head teacher?"

Ma Haoran was taken aback for a moment, then under Wang Zijia's surprised eyes, he said, "If that's the case, don't I take advantage of it?"

(End of this chapter)