Chapter 735: Temple of Tibetan Tao

The Guanghan Palace is deep and I don't know how many floors there are.
The tower where Chang'e lived for a long time was just outside the Guanghan Palace, hidden in the dark place, and there were still endless palaces.
In ancient times, Guanghan Palace was like the Kunlun Yaochi today, and it was the immortal mansion where the "Mother Heavenly Court" was located.
Xihe seems to have been resurrected by Tianyan Daozi now, but has no chance to return to the Moon Palace; while Chang'e has entered the Guanghan Palace since the end of the ancient times, and slowly repaired the dilapidated palace alone, but finally chose to live away from the gate of Guanghan Palace. The nearest platform.
"Why doesn't the fairy accept some apprentices, or find some female fairies as company?"
"A lot of people always feel tired," Chang'e replied seemingly relaxed, but in fact revealed a little helpless.
Among the female fairies, like her, they are not so gregarious.
Muxiu will be destroyed by the wind of the forest. If her appearance is too outstanding, it is easy to have no close friends. And Chang'e's cultivation is not too high, the Taoism is not too sophisticated, and it is impossible to talk to those female fairies in the world. .
It's quite embarrassing.
Walking in the most magnificent hall of Guanghan Palace, the shadow of the laurel tree is outside the window, and the sky full of stars is like embroidered on the cloth curtain, gently strolling in the breeze.
"It's a pity the beauty of this place
"The true monarch just said that the great famine seems to be at stake, can you tell Xiaoxian what kind of catastrophe is about to die?"
"Foreign enemies, the odds of victory are less than 10%. Several saints, powerful seniors, and people of all kinds are all preparing to deal with this disaster."
"Foreign enemy?" Heng'e frowned and looked at Yang Jian, "What do you say?"
Yang Jian simply said: "There were several great cultivators before the great world, and these great great worlds were all buried in the hands of these powerful enemies at their peak. The great great world is still unable to compare with these great worlds, but the enemy has already appeared... this There are so many things in it, and I can't explain it for a while."
"Since it is a foreign enemy, why does the true monarch hide his whereabouts in the heaven?"
"There is the other side's dark child in the heavenly court, or someone who is quite difficult to deal with," Yang Jian looked at Chang'e and asked: "Speaking of this, I don't know who made this moon palace formation?"
Chang'e said: "The Great Moon Palace was formed by the monster emperor Jun in the ancient times. It was originally used to guard the secret storehouse of the monster clan. After the monster clan was defeated, the place was also destroyed by the human army. When it soars, the old man will take care of him, and the large array will be repaired again."
It turned out to be like this...
In the Hetu Luoshu formation, no wonder the Taiqing saint's methods were used to prevent Yang Jian's profound energy after entering the Xuanhuang Realm.
While she was talking, Chang'e led Yang Jian around to the back of the hall and stopped in a pavilion with hexagonal patterns.
"This is the only entrance of the Great Array," Chang E whispered, "Old gentleman once said that unless the Dao Sect disciples came, you can't enter this array, it should be some treasures below."
"Have you ever been in Xingjun?"
Chang'e shook her head, with an extra jade card depicting the yin and yang Pisces in her hand, handed it to Yang Jian, and said to Yang Jian, "True Monarch, go by yourself."
"It's okay, the fairy will come with me."
Yang Jian injected a profound energy into his opponent Zhongyu Pai, and the Tai Chi Pisces swam out happily, and in a blink of an eye a black and white Tai Chi formation was drawn around the two of them.
Tai Chi slowly fell, and the six-pointed array under his feet shone brightly, and then felt a slight tremor under his feet, the stone slab turned into a cloud and mist, carrying the two slowly down.
Chang'e was also a little curious. She had lived in Guanghan Palace for so long, and she never knew what was buried under her feet.
When it first sank, the stone layers of the Lunar Star were still in front of them, but these stone layers were all exuding shining light, and the reflection of them was not a place.
Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness spread out, and there was nothing unusual everywhere.
And when they fell thousands of feet, they finally reached a large array covering the entire lunar star.
This time, the Great Array did not stop them, as if they had penetrated a thin layer of water and broke into a beautiful place.
Only when you enter the big formation can you see the secret of this formation.
When I looked up, I saw that there were criss-crossing vines directly above. If I look closely, isn't this the root system of the laurel tree?
This large formation was originally based on the root system of the laurel tree, supplemented by the Daomen Qi formation, drawing the power of yin and yang, the five elements, and the lunar yin, under the Guanghan Palace, opening up a vast small world.
Looking down, there are clouds and mist everywhere, and piles of spiritual stones can be seen everywhere.
And above the clouds and mist, under the main root of the laurel tree, a large hall floated up and down, which immediately attracted Yang Jian's attention.
The gurgling spirit stream flows around the main hall, and the floating spirit stones are floating everywhere.
Yang Jian wanted to find the real fire of the Taiyin, he needed to continue to dive and go to the star core to collect; but seeing this hall, Yang Jian became a little curious again.
"Xingjun, it's not like going around."
"I'm not a Daoist disciple, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."
"Since the old gentleman entrusted Xingjun to do this, he acquiesced to the convenience of Xingjun's free entry and exit, let's go and take a look.
After all, it was no match for Yang Jian's few words of persuasion, and Chang'e flew to the hall with Yang Jian.
The hall is not too big, but it gives people a sense of solemnity.
When I got closer, I could see a vertical plaque hanging outside the main hall door with the words ‘Daozang Pavilion’ inscribed, and then looking into it, I saw a stone tablet at the door of the hall and the bookshelves behind the stone tablet.
There was a hundred-character inscription on the stone tablet, and Yang Jian read it out in a low voice:
"Heaven and earth have an end, and spiritual life is impermanent. Although Taoism is strong, it still has the definite number of rise and fall. Therefore, this pavilion was established and hidden under the Guanghan Palace. Open this hall and take the classics in it to save the Taoist disciples. If you are not a Taoist disciple, you must kneel and worship here and enter the Taoist school to practice before you can enter."
Yang Jian stood there for a long time, and Chang'e said, "I still don't want to go in here."
"Alright," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Several masters looked far ahead, but when the Dao Sect was at its strongest, they left this Dao Tibetan Temple. Such a vision is beyond my reach."
Chang'e also nodded lightly, seemingly lacking in interest, already looking elsewhere.
Yang Jian stepped forward, arrived in the hall, picked up a jade slip at random, spread it out carefully, and found that it was actually an elucidating classic.
Obviously, this place is not only the collection of Taiqing Laozi's works, the precious scriptures of the three religions are all left here.
Yang Jian didn't look much, he just walked towards the temple, walked to the deepest point, and made a gesture to the Sanqing stone statue placed in front, before turning back.
This time it doesn’t matter, but there seems to be a flash of light on the back of the stele, and there seem to be more than a hundred words on the back, but these words are crooked and twisted like tadpoles, not all of them...
On the contrary, there are some simplified versions of the pattern of the road?
Yang Jian frowned slightly. He had never seen these words before, but he could recognize them at a glance.
Translated, it is probably:
‘I’m borrowing the 612 volumes in the Dao Zang Temple, but because of the kindness of the teacher, I cannot enter the Dao Sect. There are many offenses. If I find a Tao Sect disciple, I will bring him here. ’
There was no signature, and no other clues, but the hundred characters made Yang Jian quite awkward.
What does this mean?
‘If a Taoist disciple is found’, in other words, this person does not seem to know the door...
Yang Jian was puzzled for a while, and stood there for a while, just as he was about to rub off the inscription, and took it back for several masters to study, but saw that there was a flash of profound light on it, these tadpole-like words gradually faded, and finally disappeared strangely. .
This...what's the situation?
Rao is Yang Jian's cultivation base is not weak, but at this time goose bumps all over his body.
Chang'e looked over in wonder, Yang Jian's mouth twitched lightly, staring at the stone tablet in front of him carefully.
The back of the stele was bare, and there was no trace of it.
Yang Jian muttered, "Is it haunted just now?"
Chang'e couldn't help but chuckle, "Is there anyone who can catch your eyes on the ghost cultivators of the underworld?"
"It's not that," Yang Jian only felt that he was a little dry, and this hidden palace suddenly seemed strange.
Yang Jian moved his fingers across the corner of the stele and cut off a small piece of stone.
Then he said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Xingjun is not like me to take the fire of the lunar yin."
"Well~EbookFREE.me~ I haven't seen the lunar core."
Leaving the Taoist Temple, going down the road towards the cloud, all the way is unimpeded, just feel a bit cold.
After several layers of the natural formation, Yang Jian also had no intention of studying the layout of the lunar star. He drilled to the deepest point and reached a small world, finally seeing the core of the star shining with a strange arc of light.
Around the lunar nucleus, light white flames flickered lightly, uncertain and unstable.
Yang Jian moved forward, took out the jade that had been prepared in advance, laid a layer with profound energy, and carefully picked three lunar fires.
Looking at the white flames that were constantly flickering in that narrow area trapped by profound energy, Yang Jian seemed to have realized something.
It seems that the fire of the lunar yin contains some kind of strange path about time and space, but the path is not complete and cannot be used for cultivation.
Could it be that the words he saw before were written by descendants after countless years? Did the Taoist gate no longer exist at that time?
If so, that would be great.
Yang Jian's mood suddenly became clear. If it were written by posterity after countless years, then it would be known that Lunar Stars exist, and the matter of cultivating Taoism has not stopped...
"No matter what, the soul is not dead."
Chang'e looked at Yang Jian thoughtfully, a little taunting in his eyes, but the ridicule went too fast and did not alarm Yang Jian.
"Thank you Xingjun for your help. I have already got this fire and I will return."
"Let's go, I'll give Zhenjun a ride."
"please."
Yang Jian made a gesture of please, driving the cloud slowly up with Heng'e, and flew away.
Yang Jian didn't set foot in the hidden hall again, and buried the matter in his heart, which was a little hopeful. I want to chat with more like-minded people about Honghuang Erlang Biography, WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, chat about life, and find friends~