The Primordial Law

Chapter 287 The Four Temples of the Rice Cult
Yang Yun's survival at the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival and his appearance at the Rice Sect's headquarters surprised Li Weiyi greatly.

He not only cultivated the Nine Springs, but also transformed into a pure immortal body. Now his cultivation aura has greatly improved, as if he has reached the third stage of the Five Seas Realm, and his unruly temperament has become even stronger.

Li Weiyi's investigation into Qi Xiao's disappearance and the various strange occurrences that followed finally found a more definitive answer at this moment.

It seems that Yang Qingxi and the Yang family of Suizong are indeed connected with the Rice Cult.

Could Yang Yun have also grown out of the field?

Li Weiyi now has a slightly chubby face, medium build, and is around thirty years old. She walked to Yang Yun's side and looked at the various items displayed on the stall.

His gaze swept toward the stall owner sitting behind the stall.

The stall owner had three blood-red spirit grains on his sleeve, making it impossible to tell his true age, but he was definitely over thirty. It was difficult to determine his cultivation level, but he certainly hadn't reached the Dao Seed Realm.

The number of crimson spirit grains on the cuffs was one more than the two inner disciples he had encountered outside the Nanqing Palace.

Their status should be higher.

Li Weiyi tried hard to gather information about this unfamiliar world, his gaze falling on the insect eggs in the clay pot on the stall.

Two insect eggs, the size of rice grains, radiating a jade-white glow, were attached to the leaves of a century-old medicinal herb.

"Has Yang Yun struck it rich? Can he afford the eggs of a commander-level rare insect?"

After observing for a moment, Li Weiyi pointed out, "These are indeed the eggs of a commander-level extraordinary insect!"

Yang Yun and the core disciple both looked at him.

The core disciple smiled and said, "Finally, someone who knows their stuff has arrived."

Li Weiyi changed the subject: "However, these are the eggs of a tortoise, snake, and snail. They are slow and weak in attack, and are considered quite mediocre among the commander-level strange insects."

The core disciple's smile faded, realizing the other party truly understood insect control: "Even if it's mediocre, it's still a commander-level being. Once it reaches adulthood, its combat power can rival that of a Dao Seed Realm martial artist."

Li Weiyi said, "That's the problem! It will take at least thirty years to hatch it. It will take at least sixty years to raise it to adulthood. And even after it reaches adulthood, it can only live for another thirty years at most."

Yang Yun's eyes turned cold, and he sneered, "No wonder you're selling this. You actually want to sell this strange insect for 200,000 Yongquan coins?"

The core disciple didn't even look at Yang Yun, his gaze fixed on Li Weiyi: "I am Dao Zhenhui, a disciple of Elder Shu. Have I offended you somewhere?"

"It's just a matter of helping those in need," Li Weiyi said with a smile.

Yang Yun gave him a grateful look and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Dao Zhenhui stood up, his pores radiating magical energy, revealing his cultivation level as the sixth sea of ​​the Five Seas Realm: "Leave your name, let me see if I can afford to offend you."

"Just you?"

Li Weiyi's lips curled up, but he did not use his magical energy or battle intent, for fear that Yang Yun would sense and see through his disguise.

A light shone from his brow, and his mental power erupted.

With a series of thuds, Dao Zhenhui was so shocked by the mental attack that he took three steps back. His expression was uncertain, but in the end, he cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

Spiritual practitioners are not to be trifled with.

Li Weiyi and Yang Yun walked together towards the edge of the town.

"Thank you for your righteous help, Senior Brother. Otherwise, I would have been swindled out of a lot of money by that Dao Zhenhui. I will settle this score with him sooner or later." Yang Yun was very respectful to Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi said, "My name is Zuo Sheng! Brother Yun, what's your name?"

"Yun Yang".

Beneath Yang Yun's mask, his eyes were filled with sincerity and respect.

The sky above the site of the Rice Religion Headquarters is always dark.

A bright, arrayed moon hung in the sky, showering down its radiance like rain.

This moon appears to be three to four times larger than the full moon visible from Earth.

As you leave the town, the concentration of toxic fumes drops rapidly.

On both sides of the rice paddies are steep mountain peaks, the trees and vegetation on the mountains emit a purplish-red glow, and the deep, resonant sounds of strange beasts and birds can be heard.

The rice paddies were shrouded in a veil of magical light, through which one could vaguely see plants growing at heights of over ten meters.

The two hit it off as they talked.

Li Weiyi said, "Brother Yun, you're not a native of Daoren, just like me, are you?"

"I've only been at the headquarters for a few months."

Yang Yun then asked, "Did Senior Brother Zuo also come in from outside?"

Li Weiyi, seemingly completely unguarded, nodded and said, "I was born in the rice paddies of Zuoqiu Sect and grew up in Qiuzhou. Because of my exceptional talent, I received special training and was later given the surname Zuo. I only recently came to the main altar with the Fourth Divine Child... This is my first time here..."

Yang Yun had no doubts.

Those who are able to come to the main altar from the outside have definitely undergone rigorous screening.

Yang Yun advised, "Since Senior Brother Zuo has a status outside, it's better to wear a mask. Better safe than sorry."

Li Weiyi suddenly realized something.

It turns out that the masked cultivators I saw in the market town were people with status outside.

Li Weiyi smiled and said, "Thank you for informing me, Brother Yun, but it's alright. I used a disguise technique. Besides, anyone who comes to the main altar is absolutely trustworthy."

Yang Yun asked curiously, "Senior Brother Zuo, even a powerful person like you has been infected with the Death Spirit Flame?" Li Weiyi's expression turned serious. After walking away for a while, he said, "There's nothing we can do about it! People who aren't native to the main altar are hard to trust. The Divine Sect will definitely find a way to control them."

He then added, "But I understand that the location of the main altar is top secret. If it were to be leaked, it would be a catastrophe. In particular, the location of the entrance to the main altar is the most secret of all."

Yang Yun was startled: "Senior Brother Zuo knows where the entrance is?"

"You didn't know?" Li Weiyi asked, somewhat disappointed.

“My cultivation level is low, and…”

Yang Yun hesitated to speak, as he was not a rice man and feared being seen as an outsider: "When I came in, my five senses were sealed off."

"I see."

Li Weiyi changed his form of address and said affectionately, "Junior Brother Yun, how much do you know about the main altar? I just arrived and I am truly shocked by what I see. I never imagined that the main altar would be so vast and open, like an independent world."

Being able to help the Spirit Master filled Yang Yun with excitement, and he laughed heartily: "Actually, I don't know much either. My sister... I rarely leave the cultivation ground. There are many dangers in the main altar. The Spirit Valley Hall is very lenient in its management and there are no explicit prohibitions against fighting between disciples. If you are not careful, you might offend a powerful figure and your life might be in danger."

Li Weiyi said, "Won't this create chaos?"

Yang Yun said, "It's not that exaggerated! The main altar also has the Hall of Withering and Flourishing, which holds the power of rewards and punishments. If a disciple really acts recklessly, the punishment is quite severe. Whipping and caning are nothing compared to burning, insect torture, and the Divine Prison, which are worse than death."

It turns out that the Divine Prison and the Hall of Withering and Glory are related.

Li Weiyi knew that Tuoba Butuo and others had been imprisoned in the Divine Prison.

But right now, whether he can escape alive is still unknown, so naturally he can't worry about them.

Li Weiyi nodded again, then asked, "Junior Brother Yun, what kind of place is the Spirit Valley Hall?"

Yang Yun spoke eloquently: "The Divine Cult has four halls: the Hall of Heavenly Principles, the Hall of Spiritual Valley, the Hall of Withering and Flourishing, and the Hall of All Under Heaven."

"The Heavenly Principles Hall ranks first, responsible for sacrifices, compiling scriptures, teaching and spreading doctrines, and focusing on mental cultivation. They manage almost all the formations, spirits, ferocious insects, weapon crafting, and medicinal herb cultivation at the main altar."

"The Spirit Valley Hall is responsible for cultivating outer sect spirit children, inner sect disciples, core disciples, and even some true disciples, who are also under their management. At the same time, it is responsible for planting high-quality benevolent rice and raising young children."

"Like the Heavenly Palace, the Linggu Palace is divided into twenty-eight prefectures according to the twenty-eight states of Lingxiao."

"The difference is that the twenty-eight departments of Linggu Palace are for cultivating outstanding talents internally."

"The twenty-eight elders of the Heavenly Palace, plus the five Venerables, are responsible for external affairs and matters concerning the outside world."

Yang Yun said in a low voice, "I heard that a large part of the twenty-eight elders of the twenty-eight prefectures of the Spirit Valley Hall and the twenty-eight elders of the Heavenly Hall look exactly the same, and are symbiotic."

One plant grows together, two people share the same root.

One is outside, the other is inside.

Li Weiyi was secretly amazed by the terrifying strength of the Twin Rice Cult.

But considering that they had already mastered and developed the vast resources of the underground immortal abode many years ago, and inherited various codes and Taoist arts of the ancient Bhagavan religion, they were indeed able to grow stronger in a place unknown to others.

Li Weiyi asked, "Aren't the four Palace Masters even more powerful than the five Venerable Ones?"

"That's for sure. The five Venerables all belong to the Hall of Heaven and Earth, and together with the three Vice Hall Masters of the Hall of Heaven and Earth, they form an eight-person group that is the main force for the Divine Sect to exert influence outside."

At this point, Yang Yun revealed an arrogant expression.

Li Weiyi secretly guessed that the Sui Sect might also have an eight-person group, but fearing exposure, he didn't ask further. Suddenly, he looked up into the distance and sighed, "I wonder how big this headquarters is? I can't see the end of it at a glance!"

Yang Yun smiled and boasted, "At the main altar, just the area under the jurisdiction of the Linggu Palace, which is right beneath our feet, is divided into twenty-eight prefectures. Each prefecture has a Heavenly Law Earth Spring and several fields of Benevolent Rice. Anyway, it is said that you have to walk hundreds of miles in one direction to see the boundary of the formation."

The two walked and talked as they left the rice paddy area.

Beneath a dark, towering mountain, one can see the Linggu Temple stele, which is seventy or eighty meters high.

Linggu Temple is located in a valley where giant, luminous trees hundreds of meters tall grow, with the temple, scripture hall, and pagoda half-hidden among the branches and leaves.

Without a doubt, the vast majority of these buildings are remnants of Bhakara Buddhism from tens of thousands of years ago.

There are many martial arts training grounds and lecture halls built in front of the valley. Young disciples come from all directions from time to time, take out their life tokens, and enter the array light curtain as if walking into a layer of water curtain.

We arrived outside the array formation at the gate of Linggu Palace.

Yang Yun took out his life tablet and looked at Li Weiyi: "Senior Brother Zuo, where is your life tablet?"

Li Weiyi said, "I haven't received mine yet."

A look of doubt appeared in Yang Yun's eyes: "The life token is extremely important. The main altar's formations, guardian beasts, patrol guards, and law enforcement teams all only recognize it. The life token, the life token, it's something you should have received on your very first day here!"

Li Weiyi knew he couldn't hide it any longer. Looking around, he didn't find any other martial artists. So, using the method of snatching a spiritual treasure, he took the life tablet from Yang Yun's hand.

Inside the life tablet, Yang Yun's blood was flowing, which made Li Weiyi frown slightly.

Yang Yun was stunned, not knowing what this Senior Brother Zuo was going to do, but he already realized that something was wrong.

"Oh!"

Li Wei slapped him on the back of the head with a palm, his palm containing powerful mental energy.

Yang Yun rolled her eyes and collapsed.

Li Weiyi carried the limp Yang Yun back to the rice paddy area.

In a secluded corner, he quickly took off Yang Yun's inner disciple's rice robe and put it on himself.

(End of this chapter)