Chapter 202 Backbone
Looking at the three-toed birdman guarding the temple, Gongshuqi became more and more convinced that this place was related to the ancestor Gongshuban.
He even speculated that the world in the missing door was the world inside the tripod, and that the countless followers of the Luban Sect were brought here by the founder.
Thinking of this, Gongshu Qi immediately went on full alert. He would not hesitate to fight to the death today, but he must enter the palace, find the ancestor, ask for the truth, and let himself die clearly.
However, he did not encounter the obstruction he imagined. These cursed guards took the initiative to make way for him.
Only then did Gongshu Qi realize that he was the reincarnation of a curse invited from the door, and seemed qualified to enter the temple.
When he came to the door of the temple, the door opened by itself.
Gong Shuqi stepped into the temple gate without hesitation, but even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.
The temple is not filled with the fairy spirit as imagined, nor does it have a peaceful appearance of a fairy.
But a group of people were holding carpenter tools there and constantly repairing a huge pillar.
This pillar is wrapped with a lifelike dragon, which looks majestic at first glance.
Before, I laughed at the fact that so many disciples of the Lu Ban Sect were brought in to lack one door, maybe they went to build houses for the Public Transport Class, but I never thought that I really hit the mark.
Gongshu Qi naturally recognized at a glance that these people were Luban disciples, but they seemed to have no clear consciousness and were just simple craftsmen.
And they are not using ordinary repair methods, they are actually using soul power to repair.
Every time the tools in their hands fall on the dragon pillar, their souls will become a little thinner, and when their soul power is completely dissipated, it means that their souls will be scattered.
Seeing this scene, Gong Shuqi clenched his fists. No wonder the Patriarch wanted to bring people in one after another. It turned out that new forces really needed to keep coming in to protect this dragon pillar from falling!
He suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to look up along the dragon pillar, wanting to see what the ancestor was planning with this.
The dragon pillar towered into the sky, even breaking through the temple, and the pillar was covered with complicated charms.
Gong Shuqi stepped on his feet and climbed up along the dragon pillar.
When he climbed halfway, he saw a large cauldron standing on the top of the dragon pillar. The cauldron emitted a sacred white light, and it seemed to contain some kind of spiritual treasure from heaven and earth, possessing great luck.
Could it be that the ancestor is plotting the spiritual treasure in this cauldron?
Gongshu Qizheng was confused, and at this moment a thunder suddenly fell from the sky.
When this thunder fell with lightning, a majestic Tai Chi diagram also emerged, blocking the nine-day thunder.
With the help of thunder, Gong Shuqi saw another person standing on the cauldron. It was this person holding a Tai Chi diagram in his hand, resisting the thunder.
With his hair tied in a bun and plain cloth, he looked like an ordinary craftsman.
In front of Tian Lei and Tai Chi Tu, he looked so small with his hunched body, as small as an ant.
But it is the strong contrast brought by this thin figure standing proudly in the sky that makes him look so majestic.
At this time, another thunderbolt fell. It seemed that the target of the thunder was not the Tai Chi diagram, nor the old man in cloth, but the cauldron on the dragon pillar.
But with the stubborn resistance of this commoner old man, Jing Lei can always make it impossible to come back.
He has obviously endured countless such lightning disasters. His ragged clothes have been dyed red, and the blood has dried up and flowed out again and again.
His already weak body had been bent over, and now he was almost curled up, but he still had no intention of giving up.
Speaking of this, Chen Anbang's eyes were slightly red, and he said in awe: "The Patriarch did not seek personal gain. He and the Luban Sect sages were guarding the things in the cauldron. There is Xuanmen and the world. The hope of the common people."
"Even if his spine is broken, he still protects the backbone of humanity."(End of this chapter)