g thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Before Qiapao Daoist could take over someone else's body, he must have made arrangements. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so carefree.>Then it's easy.Qin San...As thunder roared, Qin Sang cast a spell to conceal the disturbance. Just in case, he sealed off the entire mountain.
The cultivators of the Yan Kingdom did not have the strength to grab food from others' mouths, but Qin Sang also didn't want to attract too many people and cause trouble.
The inner seal was a vast space, like the cellar of a Taoist temple, but it definitely had nothing to do with this particular Taoist temple.
Within the earthen pit, there was a platform for rituals, unsurprisingly, it was the main altar of the formation.
It can also be seen from the size.
The main stage is ten times larger than the sub-stages!
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"Finally found it!"
Qin Sang looked at the main altar in front of him, his eyes gleaming with wonder.
The layout and division of the platform are identical. The platform is divided into three levels: the upper platform is round, the middle platform is octagonal, and the lower platform is square.
"I didn't expect the main stage to be preserved so completely!"
This was the most unexpected thing about Qin Sang.
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Most of the platforms are left with only a few stone slabs.
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The fact that all three levels of the main altar were intact suggested it had been sealed shut for a long time, never having been disturbed by anyone.
But the damage is still very serious.
On the main stage, cracks crisscrossed each other densely, and fissures could be seen everywhere.
The edges of the main platform were collapsing in large chunks.
However, the broken altar still held power. It emitted dazzling lightning, illuminating the entire underground chamber.
It was like a thunderball floating above the main stage, continuously emitting waves.
Qin Sang let Tai Yi and Suzaku continue to activate the Thunder Altar for a while, without stopping.
As long as power remains, there is hope for recovery!
"Now I want to see what these thunder platforms are for."
Qin Sang thought, his gaze swept across the runes inscribed on the magic array, his brows furrowed slightly, "It's not like a transmission talismans array..."
His figure flickered, Qin Sang lightly landed on the main altar and sat cross-legged. He separated a strand of true essence and slowly seeped it into the main altar.
He tried to capture and control the fluctuation, giving a response to the panel, but after several attempts, he failed.
Qin Sang discovered that the current main altar was actually very fragile, with the remaining runes maintaining a precarious balance.
He forcefully intervened, a misstep could potentially disrupt the balance and lead to the complete destruction of the main stage.
It seems that the situation on the main stage is not as optimistic as he imagined.
Qin Sang retracted his true essence, doing nothing, and waited quietly until the ripples subsided.
On the other side, Taite and Suzaku stopped fighting.
The thunder faded, and silence descended upon the main hall.
Qin Sang tried again, his true essence flowing like water through each rune and every crevice of the main altar. He carefully pondered and compared it to the Five Thunder Envoy's seal.
Gradually, a clue finally emerged.
"I see!"
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Qin Sang finally confirmed the role of the altar formation. It was a platform specifically designed for spellcasting.
In the Taoist tradition, these types of ritual platforms have no clear divisions and are very versatile. They can be used for reciting incantations, performing rituals, and applying talismans.
With the help of a Dharma platform, one can not only increase their power but also cast talismans beyond their own cultivation level.
However, building such a platform is time-consuming, laborious, and extremely difficult, especially one on this grand scale. The amount of spiritual materials consumed by the main platform alone is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and it's certainly not something that can be accomplished overnight.
Engaging in a duel with someone is almost impossible unless it's pre-arranged or there's a prior agreement.
There is a scenario where one could first conceal their actions, secretly construct an altar, and use the power of the formation to intimidate all directions. This method is simpler and more discreet than building a traditional talisman-based altar.
Establishing a base and then transforming it into a talismanic altar for preaching, is also a way to expand one's influence.
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In the Dao court's territory, there must have been many places conquered this way.
Since this is a Dharma platform, what kind of Dharma is practiced here
Qin Sang continued his exploration, and soon made a new discovery. He noticed something unusual inside the dharma altar. He separated a strand of his divine sense and cautiously approached it.
'Hiss!'
Qin Sang suddenly retracted his divine sense, jolting awake. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
In the midst of it all, Qin Sang found a thunderball floating inside the magic formation.
There seemed to be something inside the thunderball, but Qin Sang couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried. When he tried to get closer, a sudden feeling of palpitation came over him, as if the thunderball was extremely dangerous. Instinctively, his divine sense withdrew.
Though this body is an incarnation, it possesses the same vision as the true self.
For a moment, Qin Sang's mind was almost shaken, the feeling was so clear, definitely not an illusion. A being of the same level could not bring about such a stir.
Vaguely, within the thunderball, outlines resembling glyphs flashed.
“Could it be a fourth-rank Thunder Talisman”
The three-tiered Thunder Talismans recorded in the Five Thunders Institute's seal wouldn't possess this much overwhelming power.
How could Qin Sang not be surprised.
A fourth-order spirit talisman, which can carry a fourth-order talisman script and be bestowed upon a cultivator who has reached the Nascent Soul stage!
A cultivator of the Illusory Void sect wouldn't have enough cultivation to cast a fourth-order spirit talisman, but with the help of a magic formation, they might be able to.
Thinking of this, Qin Sang calmed his mind and carefully observed the ball of lightning. In the end, he still didn't dare to touch it rashly, and his gaze fell back on the main altar itself.
He had no idea what a fourth-rank thunder talisman was and couldn't recognize it. If something went wrong and it exploded, destroying the main altar, he would truly regret it.
These spirit gathering formations, it's possible they were built for this very talisman. Qin Sang's next task is to repair the main formation.
If it was a perfect fourth-order thunder talisman, its value would be immeasurable. He finally had a trump card he could rely on!
“I didn't expect that this trip down the mountain would have such a big surprise…”
Qin Sang withdrew his true essence and divine consciousness. He extended his divine consciousness into the earth pit, carefully searching the mountain and surrounding mountains.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, there is only this main altar; there is no other similar underground bunker.
Unfortunately, there was only one main altar in the cellar. There were no scriptures or inscriptions left by the altar master.
Qin Sang still doesn't know the other party's Dao name and identity.
He stood up and bowed toward the void, paying his respects and gratitude to that senior figure from long ago.
In the Taoist temple on the ground.
Yu Lang is busy.
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He walked out of the main hall, holding a few pieces of scrap wood. They were miscellaneous items from inside the hall that needed to be taken outside for disposal.
As Yu Lang passed by the Taoist temple entrance, he deliberately slowed his pace.
Liu Hou was lying in the grass behind the door.
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Yu Lang only knew that Lu Hou was a powerful senior, not as simple as a green horse on the surface. However, he didn't understand why this senior was always half-asleep and rarely awake along the way.
Walking out of the Taoist temple, Yulang walked through a patch of grass, throwing his belongings into the ditch. He slightly raised his head and saw a small figure on top of the mountain.
Little Sister Wu.
Yulan's lips moved, but he ultimately didn't speak.
In his opinion, this little sister from the fifth grade was also strange.
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At the beginning, he thought his senior sister was just a five or six-year-old girl. Because she had followed their master earlier than him, he had to call her senior sister. He also felt sorry for his senior sister because she couldn't see things.
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Later on, it was discovered that his idea was too ridiculous.
Lian Luohou and Xiao Zhang Zhuque, senior members of the academy, seem to be a bit afraid of my sister.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Xiao Wu looked like she wanted to speak to him, yet didn't know what to say. Every time she seemed about to speak, she would stop herself.
And because he was cultivating, he wasn't actually familiar with this senior sister and didn't know how to communicate with her or what to talk about.
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Both parties remained at the level of calling each other senior and junior sister/brother.
Standing here, I can only see Shimei Xiao Wu's side. She is looking down the mountain towards a village. Along the road that runs through the village, there is a mountain that you can go around, and beyond that mountain lies a town.
Logically speaking, the location of this Taoist temple isn't bad; it could attract some incense. For some reason, it has fallen into disrepair.
"Your senior sister seems very lonely."
For no apparent reason, Yu Lang suddenly had this idea.
He shook his head, cut a bundle of hay, and prepared to carry it back to the Taoist temple to repair the roof.
Entering the Taoist temple, I discovered that Lu Hou had stood up.
"Senior, you're awake," Yulan respectfully bowed.
Luo Hou nodded, raising his head and looking west. Soon, a sonic boom echoed through the air, accompanied by shouts and screams.
"Come on! You're so slow!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two streaks of light shot into the Taoist temple, revealing a disgruntled Suzaku and a resigned Taiyi.
“Where did Qin go Did he find the Thunder Altar” Zhuque couldn't wait to ask. If Lu Hou hadn't recovered his strength, it would definitely have stayed.
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“The master has found his rightful place and is now in seclusion,” said Lu Hou.
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Zhuque sighed wistfully, smacking her lips. Though spirited and playful, she knew better than to disturb Qin Sang in seclusion. Her eyes darted to Yulang: "What are you two doing"
Yulang finally found the opportunity to salute and replied, "Master said it's time to stop."
"In this dump"
Zhuge looked at Yulan with disdain, seeing the hay in his arms, snorted, "Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble"
Before the words could even leave his mouth, it opened wide and prepared to unleash a torrent of fire, reducing everything in its path to ashes. Then, with another spell, it would rebuild this place anew.
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"Wait a moment, Lord Zhuque!"
Tai Yi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Your Excellency went down the mountain to travel and actively integrated into the world. Your Excellency must want to repair this Taoist temple, accept worldly incense, and use spells to rebuild it. It would be too shocking and frightening, and it would go against your Excellency's intentions. We can all work together to clean it up; it won't take long."
Yu Lang nodded repeatedly, almost being startled by Zhu Que into a cold sweat.
“This Zhuque is too lazy to play house with you all!”
Zhuge snorted with disdain, spotted a bird's nest under the eaves, flew over and kicked the sparrow inside with its foot, then went into the nest and fell asleep soundly.
Tai Yi and the others didn't expect Zhu Que to help, not making trouble was already good enough.
Hand sweeping and repairing the Taoist temple was a novel experience for both Lu Hou and Tai Yi. However, Yu Lang was accustomed to it. Living alone, he frequently repaired things himself.
He was also a skilled worker when it came to doing chores. He could build walls, repair doors and roofs, he knew everything, carpentry was also a piece of cake for him.
Just as he was busy, Qin Sang's voice suddenly came from below ground, "Tai Yi, come in."
“Yes!”
Taiyi gave up his livelihood and retreated to a subterranean dwelling.
Zhuge's eyelids twitched and he rolled over.
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“I’m going to cut some hay,” Lu Hou turned and went out. After a short while, he came back carrying a large bundle of hay.
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Yulan jumped down from the roof and touched the grass, exclaiming in delight, "This grass is so soft. It's a waste to use it for roofing. We could weave cushions and straw mats."
"Can you make a meditation cushion" Lu Hou asked.
“Yes, Master enjoys burning incense and meditating before reading. The meditation cushion Master sits on was woven by me,” Yulan’s eyes dimmed.
"Alright, then make one for me," Lu Hou readily said, looking at his own body, "Make a bigger one."
"Mhm!"
Yulǎng cleaned and carefully shredded the hay, his fingers moving like lightning as he quickly wove it into a large cushion, big enough for Lǔohòu to lie down on.
"Not bad," Luo Hou was quite satisfied, "Remember to make one for your master too."
Under the bustling efforts of one person and one horse, the Taoist temple was quickly tidied up.
Looking at the Taoist temple, Yu Lang felt deeply satisfied. He was very enthusiastic about the renovation of the temple.
After all, this was his first 'home' after becoming a disciple.
...Just one window and a screen left....
Yulang mumbled, "I'll find some wood and make frames for the windows and screen. I'll cut the paper to size according to the frame, just about to paste it on when suddenly I remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and ran out to take a look."
Little Five remained in place. These days, she just stood there silently, gazing down at the valley, watching the sun rise and set.
"Senior Sister," Yulan called out.
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Little Five turned around.
"Senior sister, can you draw" Yulan asked.
Xiao Wu was taken aback. "I've never drawn before."
Yulang quickly expressed his thoughts and asked, "What do you think, senior sister"
He believed that his senior sister, even if she had never learned to paint, would definitely not be stumped by it.
"Give it a try."
Xiao Wu's figure flashed, landing beside Yu Lang.
Yu Lang was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect to actually invite his senior sister. He quickly returned to the Taoist temple, spread out a piece of window paper, and took out his brush, inkstone, and writing tools.
"Senior Sister, just draw whatever you like, like this..."
Yulang demonstrated personally, creating two landscapes. These days, he had seen magnificent scenery unlike anything he had ever seen before.
The brushstrokes are a bit rough, but they look pretty good.
“These painting techniques, they were all taught to me by Master... Sister Xiao Wu, you should try it too,” Yu Lang handed the brush to Xiao Wu.
Little Five reached out and took it. After a moment's thought, he gently began to write, the outlines in the drawing gradually becoming clearer. It looked like a room, but inside there was only the most basic furniture.
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Yulan didn't know why his senior sister drew these, they seemed out of place with her landscapes. He couldn't help but ask, "Where is this from"
“This is the master’s cave.”
Yu Lang was startled and turned his head. Lu Hou had come over at some point, and even Zhu Que flew out of its nest, staring intently at Xiao Wu as he painted.
> With the completion of this painting, a figure resembling a Taoist appeared within it. His face was somewhat blurred, but everyone present knew that this person was Qin Sang.
After finishing this painting, Xiao Wu didn't stop and continued to draw.
The next painting was of a desert, followed by mockups, cities, and some very imposing buildings. She wasn't quite skilled enough yet, so it looked a bit rough and labored.
Zhuque and Luohou exchanged a glance.
These scenes are all from when Qin Sang took them to right wrongs and help the weak, but in Xiao Wu's paintings, the bloodshed was hidden, leaving only the scenery.
“Could she have suppressed her murderous intent”
Finally, the desert is finished.
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The next painting depicts a boat with a small boy awkwardly throwing a harpoon into the river. It's incredibly lifelike,
Xiao Wu was noticeably more skilled and composed than before.
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She was hooked on painting, churning out one picture after another. Her canvases were filled with willow trees, old men, women falling into water, bustling crowds on large boats, a kaleidoscope of characters, stealthy foxes, lines of people collecting medicine for disaster relief, and three girls busy about their chores...
When Qin Sang came out of the pass, what he saw was a renovated Taoist temple, but it still retained its old and quaint atmosphere.
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"Master," Yu Lang hurried out of the main hall.
Qin Sang nodded, her gaze lingering on the paper by the window for a moment. She beckoned a piece of wood to her hand, ran her palm over it, and carved three large characters.
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