The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 539 This formation has a familiar, cunning scent.
Canglan Temple, located on Tiancang Mountain in the northern suburbs, is a place of great religious significance with a constant stream of believers. Although the temple was established by the royal family for the national preceptor Tantai Qing as a place of quiet cultivation to promote Taoism and pray for the country, the true founder was the national preceptor himself. There is even a hall dedicated to his golden statue. The faith and vows within are self-evident, but how many unspeakable secrets are hidden within it remains unknown.

At this moment, the mountain gate was wide open, and devout men and women thronged shoulder to shoulder, with incense smoke swirling around. Lang Jiuchuan followed the pilgrims up the 999 steps made of bluestone bricks to the temple's preaching square. Upon seeing the several marble flag pillars in the square, which were carved with the mythical beasts of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird, and each topped with a banner embroidered with runes, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

She stood in the square, looking around, carefully sensing the five elements energy brought by the cold wind, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

It will actually enhance the aura of the Taoist temple.

"Am I right? Canglan Temple is the most calming and most spiritually potent Taoist temple in the world. Just standing in the square will make you feel all the gloom in your heart disappear."

Lang Jiuchuan turned his head slightly and saw a female lay Buddhist dressed in a Taoist robe saying to a woman with a worried face, "It goes without saying that you should go to the palace. When you get to Canglan Palace, you must be very devout when you kneel and worship the National Preceptor. Don't forget to offer incense oil. The National Preceptor will surely bless you and make your wishes come true. Oh, and remember to ask me for some incense ash to take back. It's good for warding off evil spirits and curing all diseases."

The woman's eyes lit up with anticipation, and she nodded, touching her belly with her hand.

They've come seeking a child!

Lang Jiuchuan wanted to laugh. "Old fox, when did you become a goddess who grants children?"
Watching the two leave, she smiled sarcastically. Standing here, she naturally wouldn't feel stifled, since the Five Elements Formation had been set up and the temple was built on the mountaintop. The fresh and abundant life force of the plants and trees was carried around by the Five Elements Formation, making the worshippers feel relaxed and comfortable, much more so than at the foot of the mountain, and thus more convinced of the temple's efficacy.

That's right. If there's nothing genuine, how can people be convinced and keep the incense burning at Canglan Temple and the faith continuing uninterrupted?
What could be accomplished with a Five Elements Grand Array was nothing more than a piece of cake for that old fox.

Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes, twisting his fingers, really wanting to cause trouble!
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her gaze fell on a pair of grandparents and grandchildren who stumbled and knelt down. The old man was blind and had a thin little grandson with him. He was carrying a tattered bamboo basket filled with incense and candles. She glanced at the child and sighed softly.

Lang Jiuchuan did not linger in the square. He concealed his sharp aura and even disguised his face, making himself unrecognizable. Like a drop of water flowing into a river, he silently blended into the crowd and stepped into the seemingly solemn and pure temple, which was actually filthy, without attracting anyone's attention.

She lowered her head and looked meekly, not even going to the main hall to worship any deities, but instead heading straight for the place where she had found the aura by following the gray mist above Wen Yue's palace.

After passing the majestic main hall, Lang Jiuchuan paused slightly, his gaze falling on the magnificent palace on his left, resplendent in gold and green, with a soaring dome, carved beams and painted rafters, extremely luxurious.

Canglan Palace.

This is the personal temple of the National Preceptor, where his golden statue is enshrined.

It stands tall, looking down on all living beings, like an unyielding, majestic mountain.

A surge of emotion welled up in Lang Jiuchuan's chest, as if drawn by her, leading her inside. Her eyes were deep and filled with disgust.

You are not a god, so why do you receive such great offerings?

How dare you!

Her gaze slowly shifted, landing on the mythical beast Bixi on the palace roof. Bixi is the sixth son of the dragon and symbolizes longevity and stability. Her fingertip lightly touched the imperial bell, as if she were deep in thought.

No rush, let's wait...

Lang Jiuchuan left with a cold face, arriving at a row of Taoist temples. He concealed himself, took out a talisman from his hand, and quietly released his divine sense to continue his exploration. The talisman was stained with a drop of Wen Yue's heart's blood, intended to create a connection and bond with her own flesh and blood, making the process twice as effective.

Seeing the faint line of blood extending outwards before her, Lang Jiuchuan followed its guidance, like a wisp of a ghost, passing through one Taoist house after another, getting further and further away from the temples and crowds, until she stopped and looked up at the forbidden area where ordinary worshippers were not allowed to enter and even ordinary Taoist priests in the temple could not trespass.

Jing Si Abode.

The source of life that belongs to Wen Yue's bloodline lies beneath this exquisite dwelling.

Lang Jiuchuan's figure swayed slightly, disappearing into the shadows of a corridor like a wisp of smoke. He made a hand seal with his fingertips, and his aura completely blended with the surrounding environment.

Her sharp gaze swept over the area around the retreat, her eyes slightly darkening. The seemingly ordinary plants, lotus-shaped stone lanterns, roof, and even the blue bricks paving the ground all subtly exuded an aura of runes.

With a focused Daoist aura, she extended her finger like a gentle breeze brushing a willow branch, sensing the aura and immediately recognizing it.

The Eight Trigrams Spirit Locking Array created by the Imperial Advisor is further layered with a Misty Phantom Array. With each layer overlapping the other, anyone who dares to trespass will trigger the restrictions and fall into a deadly situation.

The abbot, Dao Jicang, was also a disciple of the National Preceptor. He had been practicing Taoism under his tutelage since childhood and was said to be over a hundred years old. He was not the National Preceptor's most favored disciple, but he was the most loyal one.

These formations must have been guided by the old fox. After all, although the formations have changed slightly, the core techniques clearly have that familiar foxy flavor!

Since they all follow the same path, things become easier.

Lang Jiuchuan held his breath, his ten fingers flying across the screen in a series of hand seals. With his mind at his command, he flashed into the formation, moving through it like a ghost. His toes sometimes touched the ground like willow catkins, and his fingertips sometimes nodded like birds. A glimmer of light fell into the stone lamp. Sometimes he stood still and gently stomped his foot. In an instant, he had reached the Gate of Life.

If anyone were present, they would only think that Lang Jiuchuan was dancing. Little did they know that every step she took was carefully calculated. Even if she was dancing, she was dancing on the tip of a knife. If she was not careful, she would be killed.

Finally, she passed through the last invisible barrier and landed like a shadow in front of the window of the monastery. However, she did not rush in.

Something is wrong!

Before she could think it through, she heard a faint, extremely weak baby cry coming from deep within the hermitage. Her heart tightened slightly, and her hand felt hot; the talisman she was holding had spontaneously combusted without fire.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned, his gaze seemingly piercing through the window lattice, his divine sense intruding as if no one else was there.

Just then, a deep, angry Taoist chant sounded from behind.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

As the Daoist name was uttered, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, like a towering mountain beside the hermitage, pressing down fiercely on Langjiuchuan, and roaring: "Who dares to trespass on the forbidden cultivation ground of my Canglan Temple Abbot?"