Chapter 271 The Incense Moves
Could this be the statue of Tao Ancestor?
[Mud Fetus (Level 0): The golden body of an ancient god, the incense has disappeared, and with the passage of time, it has turned into dust, without any magic (details)]
Looking at the God Looking at the clay sculpture on the stage, Chu Zheng's eyes flashed with light. He became a little suspicious and pulled out the detailed information of this golden body.
[Detailed information: It was created hundreds of millions of years ago, the specific era is no longer available, and no information remains. 】
Looking at the information on the clay sculpture, Chu Zheng couldn't help but frown, and his spiritual eyes couldn't find any information.
Judging from the available information, this golden body has no connection with Dao Ancestor. Some traces can be seen on Dao Ancestor's golden body.
Although he does not know the specific year of the birth of this tomb, what is certain is that it is absolutely impossible to trace it back to hundreds of millions of years ago.
Judging from some of the information he had received before, this small world should not have experienced such a long history.
The elixirs that the monks who first entered this tomb collected from the periphery were at most a hundred thousand or even a million years old.
It is not very accurate to judge the existence time of a secret realm simply by using elixirs.
Many elixirs have an age limit and will not continue to grow after thousands or even ten thousand years.
The upper limit of the age of some elixirs is a thousand years. After they mature, even if another hundred thousand years pass, their age will still be only a thousand years.
But it can at least be used as a reference.
Because among the elixirs that were first mined, there were still immature holy medicines that were less than a million years old.
This is enough to explain some problems.
Even if the year is guessed as far back as possible, this tomb has a history of millions of years.
This is completely inconsistent with the years that this statue has gone through.
The only explanation is that this temple existed here before the birth of this small world.
This may sound like a reversal of cause and effect, but it is not impossible.
Small worlds are not necessarily created by oneself. With enough cultivation, it is not difficult to directly annex a world.
The origin of this large tomb is unusual. This small world may be a cemetery specially prepared for this.
This temple entered this place only by chance and has been preserved to this day.
The temple is empty except for the statues of gods. The incense burner on the altar still retains the ashes left from ancient times.
Chu Zheng walked slowly to the statue, sat down cross-legged, stared at the dusty mud tire in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
It has not decayed after hundreds of millions of years, which means that in a certain era many years ago, this golden body was nourished by the power of incense.
This place is called Zhengchu Daojun Temple, and the face of the statue is exactly the same as his real body. It would be too far-fetched to say that it is a coincidence.
After being silent for a long time, Chu Zheng stood up and stepped out of the temple. He unfolded his spiritual thoughts and found a lone young monk. He took action and kidnapped him into the temple.
The young monk has an ordinary appearance, his name is Mu Xin, he has just entered the third realm, and his bone age is less than thirty. In the previous Cangyun Realm, he was also one of the top 100 people on the Hidden Dragon List.
In the Tianwu world, such talent seems a bit common, and can only be regarded as a slight talent.
That Sky Wutong reaching across the sea of stars has raised the foundation of the entire Sky Wu world to at least two levels.
The world where the most powerful people exist is far stronger than the Cangyun world.
Looking at Chu Zheng’s scarlet eyes, Mu Xin turned pale, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered words, constantly praying for the blessing of his ancestor.
In the big tomb, he was kidnapped by a flying corpse, and his fate was self-evident.
The best ending is to be drained of blood and essence and die, leaving a whole corpse. If this flying corpse has any special habits, it will be difficult to find a whole corpse.
"Copy the face of this statue."
The hoarse whisper echoed in the temple. Mu Xin looked startled and opened his eyes cautiously.
Crack-
A pile of pens, inks, paper and inkstones were thrown beside him, and a flying corpse covered with purple hair stood not far away, like an iron tower, glowing with coldness. of light.
Mu Xin did not dare to be negligent at all. He spread out the drawing paper shakily and started copying on the spot.
Although his body was shaking, his hands were terrifyingly steady and he did not dare to move at all. Copying the statue in front of him might be his only chance of survival.
After a while, a clay sculpture of a god appeared on the paper, lifelike.
It was not until Chu Zheng saw his face appearing on this canvas that he shattered the last trace of luck in his heart.
This is indeed not the golden body of Daozu, it is just a statue that is exactly the same as him.
For a time, Chu Zheng couldn't help but fall into huge confusion. According to the speed of time in the sea of chaos, Zhengchu Daojun was just an incense god who had existed for more than a thousand years.
Although there are many believers, the incense and vows are mixed, and the number of truly fanatical believers is not very large.
There is no comparison with the years that the statue in front of me has gone through.
Furthermore, Chu Zheng is the true body of Zhengchu Dao Lord, so it is impossible for him to have no reaction to his own golden body.
For a while, the temple fell into an eerie silence.
Mu Xinzhan stood aside tremblingly, his heart full of torment, not knowing what would happen to him later.
If he had known that the outskirts of this tomb were so dangerous, he would never set foot in this place.
After a while, Chu Zheng came back to his senses from his contemplation, turned over his hand and took out three pillars of fragrance, handed them to Mu Xin, pointed at the altar, and said slowly:
"Go back For one year, worship him as a god, kowtow in the morning and evening, and burn incense in the morning and evening. When the year is up, I will let you go and give you another opportunity. "
He wants to make a wish with a wisp of incense. , to try to awaken this golden body. If this golden body can be reactivated by the power of incense, then some new clues will definitely be found from it.
No matter what, he must find out the secret hidden in this statue.
Along the way, his path has been paved for him, from the Blue Cloud Realm to the Sea of Chaos, to the battlefield of all realms. Although there are dangers along the way, in the end, there are no dangers, and the dangers are turned into safety.
Chu Zheng does not think this is because he has any special qualities. Many of them are difficult to consider clearly.
Listening to Chu Zheng's words, Mu Xin was stunned for a moment. After coming back to his senses, he did not dare to ask any more questions. He took the fragrance from Chu Zheng and came to the altar.
After lighting the incense, he looked pious, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and said silently in his heart:
'Please invite the ancient gods, the supreme ancestors of Taoism, the sages of all Taoism, the universal Buddha, the great blessed one. God protected me from this disaster...'
At this moment, he, who had never believed in gods, read out the names of all the ancient gods he knew one by one, hoping to seek the blessing of a certain god.
After a while, he stood up and inserted the fragrance into the incense burner.
Buzz——
There was a dull loud noise outside the sky, a weak ripple appeared, and the three pillars of fragrance in the furnace broke in response.
Mu Xin looked slightly sluggish and felt dazed for a while.
Chu Zheng on the side also frowned. The incense was cut off, which meant that the gods refused this visit and did not accept the believers' wishes. how so?
Such an unusual sight made Chu Zheng fall into confusion for a moment. This should not be the case.
This statue has been dead for who knows how many years, how could it refuse people to worship.
“What were you thinking about when you worshiped God just now?”
After coming back to his senses, Chu Zheng glanced at Mu Xin who was aside and spoke hoarsely.
“I didn’t think about anything.”
Mu Xin panicked for a while and waved his hands repeatedly. A storm surged in his heart. Could it be that the words he just said in his heart were taken seriously by an unknown existence? I heard it.
What he just recited silently were all gods from ancient times. If a god really heard his prayer, he shouldn't reject him.
Before Mu Xin could think about it, Chu Zheng took out a handful of incense again, put it aside, and raised his hand to signal Mu Xin to continue.
Mu Xin calmed his increasingly nervous heartbeat, stepped forward slowly, took out three pillars of fragrance, and asked cautiously:
"May I ask what the name of this god is?"
"That's right. Chu Daojun. "
Chu Zheng replied casually, his scarlet eyes staring at Mu Xin's every move, trying to see some clues.
Mu Xin did not dare to think any more. After kowtowing respectfully, he silently recited the name of Taoist Master Zhengchu, lit the incense, and inserted it into the incense burner.
Chu Zheng's eyes flashed with light, and he saw an invisible wisp of incense and willing power slowly floating up and being absorbed by the golden body.
Huh——
A breeze suddenly blew through the temple, blowing away the thick dust on the altar, giving it a completely new look.
In an instant, Chu Zheng's body shook slightly, and a vast starry sky was reflected in his mind, fleeting.
At the same moment, the main body far away in the world felt something in his heart, and soon became aware of the existence of this golden body.
This golden body was successfully activated by Mu Xin and connected with Chu Zheng's body.
In an instant, Chu Zheng felt a wave of panic in his heart. Is this golden body really his? !
Billions of years ago, there was already a person named Zhengchu Daojun?
Thinking of this, Chu Zheng couldn't help but feel his heart sinking slightly, casting a shadow over him. The word Zhengchu was just a Taoist title he took on a temporary basis.
But now looking back, it is not that simple.
If it were the Taoist Lord of Zhengchu, he would have existed hundreds of millions of years ago, and his appearance would be exactly the same as his.
So is he Chu Zheng or Zhengchu Daojun?
For a moment, Chu Zheng began to doubt the authenticity of his existence.
He was certain that, except for the memory of being a restorer of cultural relics, there was no memory of his past life remaining in his mind.
The various abnormalities before him now made him have to suspect that there might be some problems with his reincarnation memory.
"Senior...Senior? Is it okay?"
Mu Xin stood aside, looking anxious and a little uneasy.
This time, he stopped thinking wildly and worshiped Lord Zhengchu as his own father. He was extremely pious, so there should be no problem.
Chu Zheng came back to his senses, did not speak, walked straight to the side, sat down cross-legged, his eyes were a little gloomy. This kind of thing was completely beyond his expectation, which made him very uncomfortable.
In fact, a long time ago, he had vague suspicion that someone was secretly helping him. He, Zhao Tingxian, and even Shang Cangyun might be that person's pawns.
He had always thought of settling in as he came, but the discovery of this golden body of incense gave him more speculations.
After roughly sorting out his thoughts, Chu Zheng had two guesses in his mind.
Judging from the state of this incense-burning golden body, Zhengchu Daojun is a long-dead god. The incense is gone, the golden body is covered with dust, and the temple is stained with dirt.
The first guess is that Lord Zhengchu died for some reason, entered reincarnation, and was reincarnated into his previous life. After spending his life as a mortal, he was reincarnated in the Cangyun Realm.
Due to some accident, in this life, he retained some memories of his previous life. The so-called repair panel may also be the handwriting left by the Taoist Lord.
The second guess is that this life in front of him is not a simple reincarnation as he understands.
He may have come to the universe in front of him early, and after various reasons, and even walked a similar path to now, he came to have the existence of Zhengchu Daojun.
Then, due to unknown reasons, he fell into hell again. During the process of reincarnation, his memory was lost.
Due to the existence of past life memories, Chu Zheng has never doubted the existence of past lives.
But if this life in front of him is not the first life he thinks, the meaning is difficult to grasp.
The thoughts in his mind were a bit disordered. Chu Zheng pondered for a long time, but still had no clue.
In the small world, the sun and the moon run parallel to each other, and the distinction between day and night is very thin. The passage of time has almost lost its trace.
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his body motionless, his eyes closed tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Mu Xin did not dare to step out of the temple. He burned incense every day, kowtowed in the morning and evening, and followed the instructions step by step, not daring to go beyond the rules.
Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, his depression was gone, and all unnecessary distracting thoughts were driven out of his mind.
Thinking hard but with no results, he had already put down some of his troubling ideas.
He stood up and looked up at the statue on the three-foot altar, his eyes slightly cold.
Looking at it now, this dead golden body seems to be foreshadowing his future ending, and I feel nauseated unconsciously.
In the final analysis, it still comes down to strength.
No matter what this Dao Lord from eons ago went through to the point where his body died and his Dao disappeared, he would not let the same result happen to him again.
This kind of secret involving ancient times and even ancient times, in today's universe, I am afraid that no one will know about it except the Taoist ancestor.
As long as... the Taoist ancestor can be found, perhaps many of his questions can be answered.
However, the threshold for meeting this Taoist ancestor is probably much higher than he imagined.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Chu Zheng turned around and walked out of the temple.
There are many ancient corpses in this large tomb, which are no less than elixirs and treasures that can push his cultivation level to the seventh level as soon as possible.
Mu Xin stood in front of the temple gate, hesitating for a long time, but finally did not dare to step across the threshold.
It was only about a year, and he could definitely afford to wait.
As for whether this flying corpse will really keep its promise a year later, only God knows.
At this moment, he could only comfort himself in his heart.
(End of this chapter)