The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 306 The Mysterious Temple
At this moment, the Illusionary Yin Scripture was operating rapidly. The Illusionary Yin True Qi, which was originally hidden, gradually appeared, like a misty fog, enveloping the inherited mark.

But the imprinted seed suddenly emitted boundless demonic blue light, illuminating the dantian, and still manifested through the illusory yin true qi.

Hmm? Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes, knowing it wouldn't be that easy.

He did not use his full strength. As his main cultivation technique, the Illusionary Yin Scripture had long since transcended the original six-level limitation.

If each strike of the Illusionary Yin Finger is considered a new level, then he has comprehended two strikes of the Illusionary Yin Finger at this point, which would place him above the eighth level.

From initially feeling unsatisfied with this technique to later integrating and deducing subsequent techniques, he still hasn't figured out where the end is or where the limit lies.

He had only used the sixth level of true energy to test it out just now. Now, as he began to fully circulate this scripture, the misty vapor instantly turned into a pale white color, intertwining with the demonic blue light emitted by the inheritance imprint.

Within his dantian, white and blue lights flickered against each other, as if they were fighting and vying for dominance, creating an extremely violent scene.

Zhao Ti was somewhat surprised and hurriedly went to the nearby mountain, where he found a large tree that looked like a Bodhi tree and sat down to meditate and practice his internal energy.

The Illusory Yin True Qi is not originally a fierce and ruthless internal skill. It emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, using silence to control everything, using the ever-changing nature of water to encompass all things, and using the exchange of truth and falsehood to gain the upper hand and remain invincible.

But at this moment, he displayed extreme bravery and ferocity, fiercely fighting against the demonic blue light, attempting to suppress, overshadow, or devour it.

The demonic blue light was never a benevolent thing. The methods and supernatural powers of the Great Free Heaven were originally based on destruction. This inherited mark constantly exuded this intention, so it was unwilling to be controlled by the other party and launched a frantic counterattack.

Zhao Ti sat under the Bodhi tree, his whole body trembling. All 360 Ming and Yin acupoints were vibrating at a high frequency, and his blood was surging like the Yangtze River, roaring and raging.

His expression was extremely serious as he manipulated the Illusionary Yin True Qi to surround and intercept the demonic blue light. Although the demonic blue light was fierce, it was only able to launch a passive counterattack and was far less agile than the Illusionary Yin True Qi.

As the illusory Yin energy shifted between true and false, making it impossible to determine its reality, the demonic blue light struggled to cope, gradually becoming overwhelmed.

After a while, the blue light stopped retaliating and began to shrink back, showing signs of defeat.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the Illusory Yin True Qi surged forward, frantically rushing towards the surrounding area of ​​the imprint. The demonic blue light had no choice but to retreat again, gradually returning into the imprint seed.

At this moment, the misty white energy of the Illusory Yin True Qi immediately enveloped the inheritance mark, as if wrapping a rice dumpling, and covered it completely in a moment, as if the mark no longer existed in the dantian.

Seeing this, Zhao Ti breathed a sigh of relief, his expression gradually relaxing.

He looked inward at his dantian, wondering if the isolation and concealment formed by the illusory yin true qi, with its interplay of truth and falsehood, could deceive the temple's perception.
If he could deceive them, the level of this skill would be higher than he had thought. He had already overestimated this skill, and if he could even deceive the main hall of this Buddhist temple, then it would be even higher than he had previously estimated.

Zhao Ti rested under the tree for a moment to catch his breath, then stood up.

He was on the mountainside of Xiaoqingshan. The mountain was not large, but it was lush and green, and from there he could see some places in the distance.

After looking around for a while and not seeing any empty halls nearby, he walked along the hill towards that side.

After a while, we turned to the opposite side and saw that the scenery there was beautiful, with red flowers and green willows, but the buildings were still sparse.

Even with his eyesight, he could only see a few halls, and they were far apart, some even separated by small rivers and forests.

Zhao Ti gazed into the distance and finally saw what appeared to be a large hall far to the left of the hill. It was dark and gloomy, and there was no sound or movement coming from it. After thinking for a few moments, he walked towards that direction.

After a while, he arrived in front of the main hall, a slight look of surprise on his face.

Because of the distance, we didn't notice it from afar, but now we see that this palace is extremely spacious and magnificent, surpassing almost all the palaces we've seen before, and even those that are similar in size are rare.

The main hall has existed for countless years. Its body is mottled and dark blue, with crisscrossing grooves and ancient scriptures carved on it. Layer upon layer, it gleams with a deep, cold light, as if it contains an indescribable power.

The walls of the temple are made of black stone, with raised carvings of tall guardian deities along the edges. The deities are twisted, with some eyes wide open in anger, others showing their fangs. Some of their faces have been eroded by time, leaving them sunken and incomplete. Their eye sockets are dark and deep, as if they can suck those who look at them into endless darkness.

On either side stand radiant stone pillars, carved with patterns of radiance and lotus flowers. The lotus petals are broken due to the passage of time, and scattered around are fragments of sutra pillars and fragmented Buddhist pagoda banners.

On the eaves of the hall, there are eagles spreading their wings, carrying bells covered with verdigris. Under the eaves, the brackets are intertwined and layered, and the mortise and tenon joints are carved with cloud, thunder and flame patterns.

Eight bronze lamps hang under the eaves, their bodies entwined with ancient coiled snake patterns. The snakes, head to tail, meander through the patina of rust, and each link of the chain hanging from the edge of the lamp is engraved with intricate Sanskrit characters.

The heavy palace gate in front has peeling red paint, and the doorposts are carved with the heads of various mythical beasts. Stone carvings are inlaid above the door frames on both sides, depicting lotus flowers, radiant light, and auspicious clouds.

Zhao Ti stood in front of the hall for a long time, observing it carefully from top to bottom.

It can be confirmed that it is a Buddhist temple, but it is impossible to determine which Buddha's temple it is based on its shape.

Such a grand and magnificent hall must not be the place of an ordinary Buddha; it should be the main Buddha. Although all Buddhas have attained supreme enlightenment and perfect wisdom and awakening, and are supposedly equal, they are actually ranked in terms of status and position because of their different vows, different powers, different manifestations, and different incense offerings.

Judging from the size, shape, and other features of the main hall in front of us, it should be the main Buddha enshrined there. But is it possible that such a Buddha could also perish?
Zhao Ti stroked his chin. Reincarnation wouldn't mean losing one's position. This hall looked lifeless, so the Buddha inside must be gone.

Besides being surprised that a Buddha of this caliber could disappear, Zhao Ti had another question at this moment.

Even the other main halls, whether they house gods, arhats, Buddhas, or Bodhisattvas, whether they are present or not, are all intact and undamaged.

Many even shimmer with light, indicating that they are not ordinary objects and will not be eroded by the passage of time.

But the one in front of us looks ordinary, with many broken parts, which is puzzling.

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment and walked towards the palace gate. If it were a magnificent hall with dazzling light and an aura of boundless magical power, he would have considered it. However, this hall seemed to be abandoned, so it would be harmless to take a look.

He walked to the front, reached out and pushed the mottled lattice door. He didn't use much force, and with a creak, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but shake his head. All the previous halls were quiet and serene, no matter how they were opened or closed, but this hall door seemed to have been closed for many years, with the wood cracking and crumbling.

However, if it is indeed an abandoned hall, it cannot verify whether the Illusionary Yin True Qi successfully concealed the inheritance imprint. At this moment, he was somewhat curious, firstly about which Buddha's temple this was, and secondly about why it was abandoned, as this situation should not occur in theory.

The projection of Shambhala Buddha Kingdom shows how powerful it is. Every plant and tree there is extraordinary, and its various traditions are extremely mysterious. How come this place is just like the things in the secular world, worn down by the passage of time?
Zhao Ti looked into the hall and saw that it was old and dilapidated, covered with dust, which completely obscured the original appearance of some things, making it impossible to tell what they were.

This… Zhao Ti couldn’t help but frown. How many years would it take to accumulate so much dust? It must have taken thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

The hall was extremely deep and spacious. In the innermost part, there was a magnificent and wide altar. On the altar stood a tall, irregularly shaped object, grayish-black in color, which looked very strange.

Zhao Ti blinked involuntarily. Was this... the Buddha statue enshrined in this hall? Not to mention its appearance, even its outline was hard to discern.

He pondered for a few moments, but could no longer suppress his curiosity, and slowly stepped into the hall.

Nothing unusual happened; it was as if we had entered a deserted, ageless mountain temple, with a damp, decaying atmosphere that made us feel as if we had come to some old, uninhabited place.

His footsteps left several inches deep footprints in the ground, a testament to the heavy dust and long period of neglect that had taken place there.

Zhao Ti glanced at the ground, his eyes twitched, and then took another step.

Nothing particularly unusual happened; the person had already entered the hall, their feet sinking completely into the dust.

Although he possessed profound inner strength at this moment, he could not remain floating on the dust for long. However, by raising his breath, he could suppress the dust from flying around.

Zhao Ti slowly walked forward, looking around. There was nothing there that could be identified.

He shook his head and headed straight ahead. The hall was deep and long, and he walked very slowly. It took him a long time to reach the innermost part. He saw that the object on the altar was five or six zhang tall, which must be the Buddha statue.

Even though the Buddha statue was covered in thick dust, Zhao Ti felt that it was far taller and more magnificent than the statues in the other halls.

He examined the statue closely; it appeared to be a standing figure, with a large, round, disc-shaped object below resembling a lotus pedestal.

This is somewhat strange. Although the image of Buddha can be sitting or standing, it is generally a seated statue when enshrined independently. Standing statues are more commonly seen in scriptures and murals, and are rare in temples. Especially for the main Buddha, it is even rarer to have a standing statue in the hall.

"It's actually a standing Buddha?" Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes, unable to imagine which Buddha would be enshrined in this posture in a temple.

He looked closely at the Buddha statue and saw that one side extended forward as if it were an arm reaching out, but it was a foot or two longer than a normal arm.

This is not strange at all, after all, many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas also have unusual phenomena, but compared to the divine kings and Dharma protectors, it is already insignificant.

But something was hanging down below what looked like an arm; it was covered in dust and almost touching the ground.

It seemed as if it was carrying or lifting something on its arm? Zhao Ti wondered, increasingly unable to figure out which Buddha it was.

He looked at it for a while, took a deep breath, took a few steps to the altar, raised his palm and wanted to use the wind from his palm to sweep away the dust and restore it to its original appearance.

However, he then slowly lowered his arm, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment, he tore off a section of his robe and began to wipe it.

First, dust the area around the altar, then start wiping from below the statue, slowly revealing a moon-shaped lotus pedestal.

Zhao Ti paused slightly. This kind of lotus seat is also rare. It is uncommon to see Buddha or Bodhisattva statues with such a lotus seat placed on their bodies.

He continued wiping, but the statue was too tall, so he climbed onto the altar and wiped the things hanging down first.

The dust on this thing gradually settled from bottom to top, and Zhao Ti looked somewhat surprised, as it seemed to be a pavilion or tower.

This is rather strange. How could something that looks like this be next to the statue?

He continued wiping, and slowly most of the object was wiped away. Zhao Ti's expression of surprise grew even more. It was not a pavilion, but a palace lantern that seemed to be shaped like a pavilion.

Zhao Ti stopped what he was doing, staring at the lamp with a puzzled expression. Was the statue holding this lamp? But what Buddha would hold a ball of fire in his hand?
His expression suddenly changed drastically. It wasn't that there weren't any; among thousands of Buddhas, only one had the image of holding a lamp, and that was the Ancient Buddha Dipankara!
The Buddhas of the Past, Dipankara Buddha, Dipankara Tathagata, Dipankara Buddha!
Could this be the temple of Dipankara Buddha?
But how could that be? Could it be that Dipankara Buddha has also perished?
Zhao Ti looked incredulous, but apart from Dipankara Buddha, where else among the Buddhas was there an image of someone holding a lamp? Especially among the main Buddhas.

Moreover, the lamp of Dipankara Buddha is also known as the Eight Treasures Glazed Lamp, the Vulture Lamp, and the Coffin Palace Lamp, and it is an object of this shape!

Even if he missed one, there are other Buddhas holding lamps, but the shape of the lamp will never be wrong.

This lamp's design has nothing to do with Buddhism. According to some legends, it was owned by the ancient Buddha Dipankara before he entered Buddhism, at which time he should have been called the Daoist Dipankara.

Zhao Ti looked up at the tall Buddha statue and slowly withdrew his wiping hand.

Then he retreated step by step under the altar, and when he reached the edge, he did not turn around, but instead slid down the altar.

Zhao Ti's heart was filled with turmoil. Although he could only see one lamp, he was 99% certain that this was the main hall of the Dipankara Buddha.

Leaving aside why such a principal Buddha had perished, the fact that this main hall is so dilapidated and ruined is itself an extremely puzzling and perplexing matter.

At this moment, he stood on the ground, cautiously looking at the Buddha statue in front of him. Suddenly, music rang out from the dome of the hall, followed by boundless light blooming from all directions.

Zhao Ti's expression changed drastically. At that very moment, the scene in the entire hall underwent various changes.

The dust and dirt visibly receded and disappeared, revealing all the objects that had been hidden beneath.

Seven-colored light shone brightly, like a golden palace, its splendor and brilliance shining together.

A thousand ever-burning glass lamps hang from the dome, their flames flickering, creating a golden halo that intertwines with the purple mist, bathing the entire hall in a dreamlike glow.

A voice, devoid of any emotion, slowly rang out: The past remains eternally unchanged; the present and the future, all changes, the past will always exist…

(End of this chapter)