My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 812: Dharma Lineage Inheritance
Fifteen minutes later.

The taxi stopped in front of Bainiu Temple.

Jiang Xinghuo took out his mobile phone, scanned the code and got off the car just like yesterday. He also took a look at the bill. There was no payment made yesterday and the date was the same as yesterday.

Except himself.

Everything happened yesterday, just like playing an exploration game, and the passers-by were all pre-set NPCs.

Looking at the taxi going away, if nothing unexpected happens, I will see this car again tomorrow. Even these pilgrims in front of me, if I come again, I will see them too.

Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath, walked into the Bainiu Temple, and came to the Lingguan Hall. The hall was filled with incense and devout believers were bowing. Jiang Xinghuo picked up three incense sticks and bowed to the statue of Lingguan, while concentrating on watching the changes of the statue.

He remembered that just after he finished worshipping yesterday, he saw the statue of Lingguan shedding tears of blood. But today, the statue of Lingguan did not shed tears of blood. Instead, there were new changes.

The third eye of the Lingguan statue seemed to be blooming with endless flames, giving people a feeling that it could burn the world. Jiang Xinghuo didn't know if it was his illusion, but he found that the eyes of the Lingguan statue also became bright, as if staring at him. In order to verify this, Jiang Xinghuo deliberately moved a few steps to the side to avoid the Lingguan statue's direct line of sight, but the eyes of the Lingguan statue also turned, staring at him all the time.

"This statue is not a dead thing!"

A sudden thought flashed through Jiang Xinghuo's mind, and then he thought of the amulet on his chest, which could wake him up from his illusory sinking, and the words said by the young Taoist priest, which were enough to prove the extraordinary nature of this statue.

While Jiang Xinghuo was thinking about it, a voice came from behind him again.

"Layman, we meet again."

Jiang Xinghuo looked back. He thought the person who spoke was the young Taoist priest from yesterday, but he didn't expect it to be an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard.

"meet again?"

"Master, have we met before?"

Jiang Xinghuo spoke with some suspicion, and his right hand hidden behind his back was also filled with black flames, ready to be transformed into a weapon for attack at any time.

This was not an illusion on his part, but in this world stuck in a cycle, a variable suddenly appeared and he had to be on high alert just in case.

"You are so forgetful, sir. We met yesterday, and I gave you a talisman as a gift."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo was suddenly shocked, and then he saw the old Taoist priest in front of him began to become younger at a speed visible to the naked eye, from old age to middle age, then to young age, and finally became a young Taoist priest in his early twenties, the same Taoist priest he had talked to yesterday!

"Master, you...you are the old abbot of Bainiu Temple?"

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly had an idea of ​​this possibility.

If there is someone who is the variable in this world, then apart from himself as an outsider, it is only the old master of Bainiu Temple and the old abbot of Dayun Temple.

"Please follow me, layman."

The young Taoist priest did not give a direct answer, but just smiled and turned to walk out.

Jiang Xinghuo looked back at the Lingguan statue and followed it out. But when he came outside, he found that the whole world seemed to have come to a standstill. Everyone's movements were still, including the lingering incense and the blowing wind, as if the movie was paused.

The only two people who could move were Jiang Xinghuo and the young Taoist priest.

Under the guidance of the Taoist priest, Jiang Xinghuo came to the altar of Bainiu Temple. This is the place where the Taoist temple worships its ancestors on weekdays and is not open to outside tourists.

The young Taoist priest looked at the people who were stuck in time stop, sighed softly, and said: "Have you discovered the truth here?"

"Found."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and said, "The time in this world has been repeating itself all the time. Their daily lives are the same, just like a set program, but the Taoist priest is an exception."

"Then do you know why the world is like this?"

The young Taoist asked again.

"do not know."

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head honestly.

"That's because our world has long been destroyed. Before sunrise on that day, our world was completely destroyed, and the dead were imprisoned here. It has become no different from those illusions. We repeat the same actions every day, day after day, year after year, and 'live' in this world."

Jiang Xinghuo organized his words and asked tentatively: "But the Taoist priest doesn't seem to be affected by this?"

"That's because both me and that bald donkey have received blessings from our ancestors, so after this world has fallen, we can regain consciousness for a short period of time at a specific point in time."

"But this kind of sobriety doesn't last long, only about seven days a year. Today is the last day. When you come back tomorrow, I will still be trapped in depravity and unable to extricate myself. I won't be sober again until this time next year."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and asked, "Does the Taoist priest know how this world was destroyed?"

"do not know."

The head of Bainiu Temple shook his head and said sadly, "That night, there was a loud noise in the sky. I just came out to take a look and I knew nothing. Everything I could see was shattered in an instant and turned into nothing. When I regained consciousness, Yunchuan City had already fallen into the spirit world."

"Spirit world……"

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly asked: "Has the Taoist priest ever heard of a fake person?"

Hearing Jiang Xinghuo's words, the Taoist's shoulders stagnated slightly, his face looked hesitant, and he sighed:

"I know what you want to ask, and I know where you come from, but truth and falsehood complement each other. What is true may not be false, and what is false may not be true. You just need to recognize your own heart." "Do you have any family?"

"Of course."

"Do you have any friends?"

"Of course there are."

"What does truth have to do with falsehood?"

As he spoke, the young Taoist priest turned into an old man again and said, "Your relatives, friends, lovers, and people you care about are all living people to you, and you are the same to them. Isn't that enough?"

"Once upon a time, this world was real, but now it is sunk into illusion, repeating the same history day after day. Do you still think this world is real?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the clouds in the sky and thought about the old Taoist's words. Is the truth or falsehood really that important to him?
All his experiences from childhood to adulthood are real, at least to him, so even if he is really a fake person, what does it matter?
"I see. Thank you, Taoist Priest."

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly felt his thoughts become clear, without any distracting thoughts in his mind, and he bowed to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest stood on a high place, stroking his long beard, and said, "You have now realized the truth of this world. As long as you can ensure that you are not assimilated by this fallen world, you can explore it. Many ancient heritages were buried here that night, but whether you can find them depends on your fate."

Jiang Xinghuo immediately thought of the statue of Lingguan in the Lingguan Temple. When he was about to ask further questions, he found that the old Taoist priest suddenly walked away. His seemingly slow steps were actually very magical. He disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Shrink to the ground?"

Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyebrows, feeling that the method used by the old Taoist priest was very similar to the legendary shrinking the earth into an inch. He wanted to chase after him and find out what was going on, but he didn't know where to start.

With no other options, Jiang Xinghuo could only return to the Lingguan Temple, which was still in a state of time stop. He guessed that it must be the old Taoist priest who used some special means or magic.

But these are not important to him. His main target is still the statue of Lingguan. The lineage of Dharma of Bainiu Temple is most likely on the statue of Lingguan.

Jiang Xinghuo came in front of the Lingguan statue and raised his right hand slightly. Black fire immediately swept out from the palm of his hand, wrapping the Lingguan statue like a sea of ​​fire.

There was nothing unusual at first, but as time went on, the statue of the spirit official wrapped in black fire suddenly burst into a golden flame, and quickly spread along the black fire, giving the black fire a layer of gold edge. Although it was a black flame, it did not have the slightest bit of evil spirit, but instead appeared more majestic and sacred.

Jiang Xinghuo's heart was also startled. Black fire quickly condensed in his palm and turned into a wolf-fang spear. The foot-long spear tip was like a fire dragon, ready to launch a violent attack at any time.

But the Lingguan statue didn't seem to have any ill will towards him. The eye between its eyebrows flickered with a bright fire, and finally condensed into a flaming talisman, which suddenly sank into his body.

At the same time, the black fire lingering on the statue of Lingguan also turned into a fire dragon, rushing into Jiang Xinghuo's body with a roar, rotating with Dantian as the center. The black flames quickly radiated and spread around, filling all the acupoints and meridians in the body, and finally formed an illusory figure with black fire burning all over the body, standing behind him like a Dharma image.

"Is this... the body of the God of Fire?"

Jiang Xinghuo was deeply shocked. His Fire God Body had been cultivated in the Tai Sui Cave long ago, but the Fire God Body at that time was mainly composed of golden red flames. But now the Fire God Body was made of black fire, but there was a golden glow flashing on the edge of the outline, which made it less majestic and domineering, and more weird and sinister.

Moreover, Jiang Xinghuo discovered that the Fire God Body constructed by the black fire did not show any conflict. Normally, it would take some effort for other flames to construct the Fire God Body. After all, this was a technique developed for the Kitchen God's fire. But now it is not the case at all.

Is it...

An idea suddenly occurred to Jiang Xinghuo. Could it be that this black fire was also the fire of the Kitchen God? Was the statue that sent him to this world the Kitchen God?
Otherwise, many things cannot be explained. Also, the talisman passed down to him by the Lingguan statue is also a kind of fire inheritance, called Liuding Divine Fire.

According to the memories brought by the Six Ding Divine Fire pouring into his body, this kind of fire magic is a prerequisite for the Taoist alchemy technique. It can condense the Six Ding Divine Fire into an alchemy furnace to forcibly refine the enemy, but it has very high requirements on the intensity of the flame. With Jiang Xinghuo's current level of cultivation, only by using the power of black fire to activate the Six Ding Divine Fire can he perform this method called "Taoist Alchemy".

Jiang Xinghuo pressed the air with both hands, and flames suddenly swirled under his palms. In a moment, it turned into a large cauldron, and gradually condensed from flames into substance, turning into a huge black gold-colored alchemy furnace, with nine coiled dragons circling on it, and the dragon's mouth was facing the inside of the alchemy furnace. Then the Six Ding Divine Fire spewed out from the dragon's mouth, and a raging fire immediately burned in the alchemy furnace.

"The alchemy technique of the Heavenly Master..."

This magic technique is called alchemy, but in reality it is using demons and monsters as medicinal materials. As for what can be refined in the end, it depends on the quality of the medicinal materials thrown in.

Jiang Xinghuo experienced the feeling of trying out the methods, so as not to be caught off guard when the time comes. He had many methods at his disposal outside, but the only methods he could use in the spiritual world were Heihuo and the alchemy technique of this Heavenly Master. He had to master them thoroughly.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo walked around the Bainiu Temple again, from the Lingguan Hall to the Zushi Hall, and then to the Yaowang Hall, the God of Wealth Hall, and the Yue Lao Hall...

I toured the entire Taoist temple from beginning to end, but in the end I didn't find any other heritage.

I don't know if it's because I'm not destined to do that, or if the Bainiu Temple only has the Taoist alchemy technique passed down.

But this is not important to Jiang Xinghuo. If he can find one, that's better. If not, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he has already found a master of alchemy, and with the support of Dayun Temple, he will make money no matter what.

Seeing that there was no gain in Bainiu Temple, Jiang Xinghuo left the Taoist temple and walked towards Dayun Temple not far away.

When they arrived at Dayun Temple, the pilgrims here were also in a state of time suspension. Jiang Xinghuo also walked around each hall and tried to activate the inheritance left here with black fire.

When Jiang Xinghuo arrived at the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Weituo statue enshrined in the center suddenly responded. He could hear bursts of Sanskrit chanting, accompanied by the sounds of Hongzhong and Dalu. A huge bell that seemed to be made of pure gold suddenly appeared out of thin air and enveloped him. Countless Buddhist scriptures were wandering and rotating on it, and the Buddha's light and figure appeared and disappeared.

Jiang Xinghuo was shocked at first, but then he immediately realized that he had found the inheritance of Dayun Temple!
But what about this bell? Do I have to pass the test and break it first?
There was no other way, so Jiang Xinghuo gave up. The black fire condensed into a wolf-fang spear, and he chopped it down with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

when!
There was a loud noise.

The wolf-fang spear in Jiang Xinghuo's hand was almost shattered, and his arms were numb from the shock.

"It's pretty hard..."

Jiang Xinghuo knocked on the big bell that trapped him, and an idea came to his mind. As the saying goes, if you master math, physics and chemistry, you will not be afraid to travel around the world.

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder.

Although this bell seems indestructible, it may be possible to destroy it by using the method of breaking the surface from a point.

(End of this chapter)