The Secret History of Xuanmen

Chapter 202 Backbone
Looking at the three-toed bird man guarding the temple, Gongshuqi became more and more convinced that this place had something to do with the patriarch Gongshuban.

He even speculated that the world without a door is the inner world of the cauldron, and the countless disciples of the Luban Sect were brought here by the patriarch.

Thinking of this, Gongshuqi was on full alert immediately, he would not hesitate to fight to the death today, but he must also enter the hall, find the patriarch and ask the truth, so that he can die clearly.

However, he did not encounter the obstacles he imagined, and these cursed guards took the initiative to make way for him.

Only then did Gongshuqi realize that he was the cursed reincarnation invited from the door, and seemed to be eligible to enter the temple.

When he came to the gate of the temple, the gate opened by itself.

Gongshuqi stepped into the gate of the temple without hesitation, but even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Inside the temple is not the imaginary fairy air, nor is there a peaceful fairy appearance.

It's a group of people holding carpenter's tools and repairing a huge pillar there.

There is a lifelike dragon wrapped around this pillar, which is full of majesty at first glance.

I used to laugh at Luban teaching that so many disciples were brought into the Queyi School, maybe they went to build a house for Gongshuban, I never thought that I really got what I said.

Gongshuqi could tell at a glance that these people were Luban disciples, but they didn't seem to have clear consciousness, they were just craftsmen.

And they are not ordinary repairing methods, they are repairing with soul power.

Whenever the tools in their hands fall on the dragon pillar, their souls will be a little thinner, and when their soul power completely dissipates, it means that their souls will fly away.

Seeing this scene, Gongshuqi clenched his fists tightly. No wonder the patriarch wants to bring people in continuously, and he really needs new forces to keep coming in to protect the dragon pillar from falling down!
He suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to look up along the dragon pillar, wanting to see what the patriarch was planning with this.

The dragon pillar soared into the sky, even breaking through the temple, and the pillar was covered with complicated spells.

Gongshuqi stepped on both feet and climbed up along the dragon pillar.

When he climbed halfway, he saw a large cauldron standing on the top of the dragon pillar. The cauldron emitted a sacred white light, and it seemed that there was a certain heaven and earth spiritual treasure in it, possessing surging luck.

Could it be that the patriarch conspired against this spirit treasure in the cauldron?

Gongshu Qi was wondering, when suddenly a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

And when this thunder fell with lightning, a majestic Tai Chi diagram also emerged as the times require, blocking the nine-day thunder.

With the help of the thunder light, Gongshuqi saw that there was a person standing on the cauldron, and it was this person who held the Tai Chi diagram in his hand and was resisting the thunder.

With his hair in a bun and plain clothes, he looked like an ordinary craftsman.

In front of Tianlei and Taijitu, he looked so small with his hunched body, so small that he looked like an ant.

But it was the strong contrast brought about by this thin and proud figure that made him look so stalwart.

At this time, another thunder fell, and the target of the thunder that day did not seem to be the Taiji diagram, nor the old man in civilian clothes, but the tripod on the dragon pillar.

But with the tenacious resistance of this commoner old man, Jinglei will always come and go.

He had obviously endured such lightning calamities countless times, his ragged clothes had been stained red, and the blood dried up and flowed out again and again.

His already frail body had already been bent over. At this moment, his whole body was almost curled up, but he still didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

Speaking of this, Chen Anbang's eyes were slightly red, and he said in awe: "The Patriarch did not seek his own self-interest, he and the Luban Sages are guarding the things in the cauldron, which is the Taoism and the hope of the people in the world."

"Even though his spine was broken, he still guards the spine of humanity."

(End of this chapter)