Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"Haha, this is the latest achievement of Xuantian Theory, and I just got it today."

The person being asked had a rather proud look on his face, like a student on Earth showing off the latest electronic product in class. He even openly displayed the magic weapon in his hand for the other person to observe.

"I also heard about the Xuantian Law Forum, but it's a pity that I couldn't go there in person."

The questioner carefully examined the magic weapon in his hand and sighed, "To be honest, I am at least proficient in the Supreme Mathematical Scripture, but I can't understand the principle of this magic weapon at all."

"What era is it now? Are you still using the Tai Shang Suan Jing? Now is the era of the Zhou Tian Xing Luo Wan Xiang Shu algorithm."

Although the monk said this, he actually had no intention of mocking the other party, and he was not stingy with his gains, explaining to the other party the mysteries of the magic weapon.

Seeing this scene, Anle couldn't help but smile.

This means that the achievements and trends of Xuantian Academy’s discussion of Taoism have spread to Yujing City at an extremely fast speed, and its influence is constantly expanding.

This is exactly what Anle wants to see.

But at this moment, a discordant voice was heard next to the two monks who were talking.

"Oh, in my opinion, this Wanxiangshu algorithm is clearly the most evil method in the world. How could you still praise it so highly?"

The person who said this was a young man with a tall crown on his head, a white face and no beard. His clothes were also different from those of ordinary monks, with some gorgeous and sacred patterns.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you say that?"

The monk holding the magic weapon frowned and spoke in a somewhat inappropriate tone.

He had been to the discussion site in person and was completely impressed by the exquisiteness of the algorithm of the Starry Sky Technique. But now this strange monk suddenly spoke rudely, so he naturally did not look happy.

The monk next to the man saw the robes on the young man and his expression changed slightly. He reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, be careful, he is from Chengtian Mansion!"

"The Wanxiangshu algorithm attempts to use the movement of the stars to calculate everything in the universe. This alone is enough to determine that it is an evil method!"

The young man from Chengtian Prefecture had obviously come into contact with and even understood this algorithm. That was why he hated it even more and spoke angrily.

"The stars and the calculation of all things are the authority of the gods. How dare you get involved with this little trick? This is of course an evil method that blasphemes the gods!"

Hearing this, Anle, who was about to come out, stopped and thought to himself.

"Turns out he's a fanatic."

Anle knew long ago that arguing with such a brain-damaged fanatic would be fruitless.

The two monks obviously realized this and looked strange, not wanting to argue with him.

The young man from Chengtian Prefecture snorted coldly: "When I meet the Saint, I will definitely ask her to order this evil method to be completely banned!"

After saying that, he walked away.

After Anle and others witnessed this scene, they quickly left quietly.

Xuan Hui couldn't help but muttered quietly, "Are all the priests in Chengtian Prefecture like this?"

Chu Xi smiled bitterly and replied: "Not entirely. Most of the Chengtian Mansion priests I have met are people who can distinguish right from wrong, but there are always some exceptions."

After everyone arrived at King Xuan's residence in Yujing City, Anle went straight to Chengtian Pagoda alone.

Near Chengtian Pagoda, many believers are looking at the tower with pious and reverent eyes, as if they have come to the place of pilgrimage in their minds.

Some people were muttering to themselves, saying things like "God, please protect us..."

Some people looked dazed, shocked by the scene before them.

There are also people who kowtow every three steps, and don't care if their foreheads turn red and bleed, which fully demonstrates their piety.

What he saw and heard made Anle frown slightly. Although he had seen this scene in simulation, he still felt uncomfortable when he experienced it personally.

The closer they got to Chengtian Tower, the more believers there were and the more obvious the fanaticism on their faces.

Soon, they noticed the arrival of Anle, the uninvited guest.

After all, Anle's temperament and demeanor were completely different from theirs. He was as conspicuous as a drop of ink on a piece of white paper and it was hard not to be noticed.

Some radical believers' faces changed slightly, and they frowned and wanted to come forward to question, but were stopped by their companions.

"He is the preacher of the Wanxiangshu algorithm and the founder of Xuantian Lundao. It is said that even the dean of Taixue admires him very much."

Today, Anle is no longer the unknown person he was when he first came to the Great Zhou, but a great monk famous throughout the world!

Almost all the students who participated in the Xuantian Theory and studied the Wanxiangshu algorithm called him Master. Not to mention, the research on the Zhenyang Stone, the method of cultivating immortals, and the ancient wilderness tactics all started with Anle. Even among the believers of the gods, many people had heard his teachings.

Upon hearing this, many believers looked at Anle with complicated eyes, including respect, vigilance, and disgust.

Anle seemed unaware of the situation as he walked through the crowd's sight. He still stood tall and strode forward. His aura accumulated with every step he took forward. There was a surging torrent hidden in the calm, and the believers around him could not help but make way for him.

By the time Anle got within a hundred meters of Chengtian Tower, his momentum had already reached its peak.

It was like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, so heavy that many people felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and their hearts were shaken.

In their eyes, Anle's body became more and more majestic, and his aura became more and more powerful, as if an emperor had descended. Compared with him, they seemed so small that they didn't even have the thought of resisting.

In terms of momentum, Anle actually overwhelmed everyone present by himself!

There is no doubt that this is a naked provocation.

A priest in front of him immediately turned pale and shouted angrily, "How dare you, you brat!"

He was exactly the man Anle had met at the city gate before, named Ning Yang.

It can be seen from his previous remarks that Ning Yang's belief in gods has reached an extreme level. Now that he sees someone dare to act rashly in a holy place like Chengtian Tower, he naturally cannot tolerate it. His aura bursts out, the divine treasure in his body appears, and three holy gates open.

Ning Yang is actually a cultivator from the Three Saints Sect. Compared to the realm of later generations, he is at least a powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Under the glow of the Chengtian Pagoda not far away, his heavenly palace and holy gate seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, carrying a sacred aura.

The believers nearby immediately said excitedly: "This is a gift from the gods!"

"This priest is truly extraordinary. His piety has moved the gods. It would be great if we could get the attention of the gods like him in the future..."

Many people showed envy on their faces. Obviously, not every believer can receive the so-called "gift."

Faced with such an impressive Heavenly Palace and Holy Gate, Anle remained calm and looked at him coldly.

"roll!"

This shout contained Anle's momentum and will, and like a raging wave, it hit Ningyang's mind hard!

Ning Yang's expression suddenly changed, and fear appeared in his eyes. He felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and as if endless sea water was surging from the horizon, instantly drowning him.

In just a moment, the phantom formed by Ning Yang shattered, blood vomited from his mouth, and his mind was severely damaged.

【Ancient Imperial Body】As Anle’s first platinum item, the greatest transformation it brought to him was not in his body, but in his will!

Anle didn't know what price the King of Zhou paid to give him something that was difficult to describe in words, allowing him to possess the majesty and demeanor of an emperor.

Coupled with the momentum accumulated along the way, they could naturally defeat Ningyang easily.

Seeing Ning Yang defeated in an instant with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, many believers were stunned and shocked.

They didn't expect that this high priest who was blessed by the gods would be defeated so cleanly.

Just as everyone was getting excited and preparing to take action, the voice of a priest came from Chengtian Tower.

"Fellow Daoist An, please come up. The Saint has been waiting for a long time."

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Chapter 306: Reunion after Tens of Thousands of Years

"High Priest!?"

When many believers heard this voice, they were shocked and looked surprised and puzzled.

Anle looked up and saw a huge, old and peaceful face appearing high up next to Chengtian Tower, looking down at everyone.

Such a scene should have been somewhat horrifying, but because of the sacred aura emanating from this face, people's moods unconsciously calmed down, and their anger and malice were gently soothed.

This is none other than the high priest of Chengtian Prefecture, and one of the people closest to the gods in the eyes of believers.

But why would he show such an attitude towards Anle, a fanatic who did not believe in God?

The high priest's eyes fell on Anle and he spoke gently.

"Friend An, please come up."

Before Anle could speak, Ning Yang, who was still bleeding from his mouth and nose, suddenly changed his expression and couldn't help asking.

"How can a blasphemer like him be qualified to meet the Saint?"

Ning Yang's indignation was not difficult to understand. The Saint was the person with the highest status in Chengtian Prefecture. A devout believer like him had to make great efforts to get a chance to meet the Saint. But now, Anle did not believe in gods at all and even provoked him in public under the Chengtian Tower, but was instead invited by the Saint herself!

There were actually quite a few believers nearby who had the same idea, but under the prestige of the high priest, they dared not speak out.

The high priest had no intention of explaining to Ning Yang, he just looked at Anle calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, I'll be leaving first."

Anle turned around and smiled at Ningyang, then walked towards the bottom of Chengtian Tower.

Murder, but also punish!

Seeing his smile, Ning Yang became even angrier and vomited blood.

Under the extremely complicated gazes of many believers, Anle walked towards the bottom of Chengtian Tower. With the guarantee of the high priest, no one dared to stop him, and people all silently made way for him.

The closer he got to Chengtian Tower, the more Anle could feel that indescribable sacred aura, a bit like the "divine substance" he had seen before.

But to be honest, he did not feel uncomfortable bathing in such a brilliant light. Instead, his whole body felt warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. It was very comfortable.

The fact that the gods could gain so many supporters in the Great Zhou meant that they had some real abilities, and they would not show a ferocious face right away, but exude their kindness in an amiable manner.

If the King of Zhou had directly announced that the gods were going to destroy the Zhou, I'm afraid that 90% of the people of the Zhou would not have believed it.

It’s like before slaughtering livestock, you always have to feed them, treat their illnesses, choose a suitable site, and ensure that the livestock can grow fat and white.

Anle's thoughts were flying, but he had already walked to the gate of Chengtian Tower.

Like most of the city gates of the Great Zhou, the portal of this tower is equally magnificent and majestic, enough for the original giants to pass through. The gorgeous sacred patterns on Ningyang's robes are also engraved on the portal, but they are more complex and complete, with a stronger sacred meaning and carrying a mysterious power.

This kind of pattern is called the divine pattern. It is said that only believers with extremely clear and devout minds can comprehend this secret pattern from the brilliance of the gods.

And the only ones who can do this are the saints of all generations!

It was they who drew the divine patterns and spread them to many believers.

An Le took a quick glance at the patterns on the door, silently memorizing them in his mind, and thought to himself, "These divine patterns do have unusual secret powers, but they are completely different from the Taoist patterns I have seen. It seems like they are two completely different systems."

After entering the gate, Anle was surrounded by brightness. The walls and ground of Chengtian Tower were emitting a halo, as if one had stepped into a sea of ​​light.

There seemed to be a soft, melodious and pleasant whisper echoing in the light, creating ripples in Anle's sea of ​​consciousness.

Anle had anticipated this, and he stayed firmly in his spiritual altar, his mind like an old monk in meditation, unperturbed by any disturbance and unshakable by external factors.

Only when the whispers faded away did he breathe a sigh of relief.

When Anle heard this mysterious whisper for the first time during the deduction, he suffered a great loss. It was like a contact from the will of God, which would make people unconsciously feel favorable and thus affect his judgment.

The high priest gently reminded: "Friend An, please step onto the platform in front."

Anle did as he said.

Then, the platform under Anle's feet shook slightly and began to rise.

Unlike the circular staircases of ordinary towers, the Chengtian Tower is actually an elevator structure. What’s most peculiar is that as the height increases, the light emitted from the inner wall of the tower becomes a little hazy, and the scene outside the tower can be seen through the wall.

Anle saw that the believers near Chengtian Pagoda were shrinking rapidly and soon turned into black dots the size of ants.

Then, the entire picture of Yujing City appeared before his eyes.

The towering city walls, the endless stream of people on the wide streets, the tall giants, and the largest and most majestic imperial palace were all within Anle's sight.

But even the original giants and the palace seemed extremely small from Anle's perspective at this time, and were insignificant compared to this vast land.

Anle quietly enjoys the scenery, without being moved.

Not long after, the platform stopped at a high place, and the old voice of the high priest came from behind him.

"Fellow Daoist An is indeed a person who has impressed the entire Tai Academy and is even recognized by Dean Tian. He can remain calm in the face of such a scene."

The high priest walked over slowly, his tone full of admiration, and then he said with shame: "To be honest, when I first climbed up the Chengtian Tower, I was really shocked for a long time, and was even laughed at by my companions at the time."

Anle smiled and said, "I have only seen similar scenery before."

He did not exchange pleasantries with the high priest, but directly asked, "Where is the Saint Lady now?"

"Please come with me."