I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 361 Pulling the Mountain
To the major powers, the poor are like pigs. How could they be willing to spend a lot of money on medicinal herbs?

"They don't do anything!" Zhang Chen complained unhappily. These people just spread the faith, and apart from providing some food, they don't do anything else. They maximize all their value.

Zhang Chen put down his teacup and walked downstairs, heading towards the Prince of Pingbian's Palace.

As he walked, he gradually calmed down and pondered the cause and effect. Countless clues flashed and spread out in his mind like clues.

"The Zhang family in Shangjing, the eight major families, the Pingbian Palace...it's really a big chess game." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

Zhang Chen increasingly felt that the various connections involved were extremely complicated.

On the way to the Prince of Pingbian's Palace, a guard blocked Zhang Chen's way and said, "This is an important place in the palace. Outsiders are not allowed to stay here."

"I am Zhang Chen from Huang Tiandao, and I want to see Mr. Wuliu." Zhang Chen said.

Upon hearing this, the guard looked Zhang Chen up and down, then said, "Mr. Wuliu has already given instructions, so please follow me."

Zhang Chen followed the guards into the Pingbian Palace. This was not his first time entering the Palace. He saw that the Palace was in ruins and had been burned to pieces. Countless craftsmen were working diligently like bees to repair the palace.

Looking at the palace that was burned to pieces, Zhang Chen knew that he had contributed a lot to the palace's condition.

As we walked into one house after another, we saw Mr. Wuliu reciting scriptures.

"Sir, Zhang Chen is here." The guard said standing outside the door.

Mr. Wuliu put down the book after hearing this, and then looked up at Zhang Chen who was standing outside the door. After the two looked at each other for a moment, Mr. Wuliu had never seen fear in Zhang Chen's eyes, and he couldn't help but look stunned: "Boy, aren't you afraid?"

"Why should you be afraid?" Zhang Chen asked back.

"This is the Palace of Prince Pingbian. As long as I give the order, thousands of soldiers will gather around you and cut you into pieces. No matter how capable you are, you will die here." Mr. Wuliu's voice was cold, as if he could explode at any time.

"Haha, if the prince wants to kill me, he only needs to send a letter to the Taoist temple, and naturally someone will take my life on his behalf. He will never send me down the mountain to kill me. It is really a waste of effort." Zhang Chen walked directly in from the door, sat opposite Mr. Wuliu, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, without any fear.

If Zhang Chen had not eavesdropped on this guy and King Heping's plan, he would have almost believed the other party's bluff.

Mr. Wuliu looked at Zhang Chen in amazement. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but sigh: "As expected, like fathers, like sons. You are very much like your father in this respect. Even though you rose from humble beginnings, you still have the air of a great man."

"When will you return my flying sword to me? As long as you return the flying sword to me, the cause and effect between us will be settled." Mr. Wuliu questioned Zhang Chen, but his words were much softer: "Now that you have joined Huangli Temple, you are serving under the prince. We are allies in the same camp. I don't want to continue to tangle with you. As long as you hand over the flying sword, all our grievances will be written off and we will be friends from now on."

He was afraid that Zhang Chen would die in King Pingbian's ancestral tomb, and his flying sword would be completely lost by then. After he knew that Zhang Chen was hiding in Huangli Temple to practice, he sent people to Zhang Chen's residence to search and inquire, but no one knew that they could not find the whereabouts of his flying sword, so he suspected that his flying sword was suppressed by the other party and hidden.

"No!" Zhang Chen was not grateful: "Don't be so righteous. If you have the ability, just go for me! I'm just afraid that you don't have the ability and dare not kill me!"

Mr. Wuliu was so angry that his body trembled and his face twitched when he heard this. Even with his temperament, looking at Zhang Chen in front of him with the look of "you are so reckless, beat me to death if you have the guts", he was so angry that his blood boiled and he almost vomited blood.

"Do you really think I don't dare?" Mr. Wuliu glared at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen stretched out his neck and said, "Come here! My neck is right here. If you have the guts, chop it off."

Wu Liuxian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he really didn't dare to attack Zhang Chen, and he didn't even dare to scold him, for fear that Zhang Chen would quit.

"The young prince already knows that you are practicing in the Taoist temple, but now that the young prince has restored his appearance, he thinks you are a talent, so he passed on the message that as long as you work hard for the palace in the future, this matter will be over. It will be a good story if it gets out, and it will set an example for our Pingbian Palace, and it will also help recruit more talents." Mr. Wuliu looked at Zhang Chen: "Your mission this time is to go to the new Taoist temple, pray for the ancestors of the Pingbian Palace, and at the same time spread the faith and collect incense."

Zhang Chen drank his tea quietly without saying a word, just listening to Mr. Wuliu talking nonsense.

"Come with me now and prepare to work at the Taoist temple. You are the only deacon in the temple at the moment. It's a bit lonely, but it's quiet. This is a test from the palace. Don't be so lonely that you run away secretly."

Mr. Wuliu was afraid that Zhang Chen would not be able to stand the loneliness and would run away directly, thus he kept brainwashing Zhang Chen and telling him big things: "The young prince is very impressed by your skills. You should read more scriptures and study for a while here. After a while, the prince's palace will have other important uses for you. By then, you will have no problem making achievements and becoming a noble."

Hearing what Mr. Wuliu said, Zhang Chen sneered in his heart, but a hint of emotion appeared on his face: "Did the young prince really forgive me? Does the prince really value me and not care about my criminal identity?"

"Your Highness is a countryman, how can he be bound by a piece of paper from the court?" Mr. Wuliu stood up, straightened his clothes and said, "Come with me."

The two of them walked out of the yard, and then Mr. Wuliu selected more than three hundred soldiers and rode on horses towards the ancestral ancestry of the royal palace.

Zhang Chen couldn't ride a horse, but he had dragon energy in his body, so the horse didn't dare to act rashly.

When the group arrived at their destination, Zhang Chen looked from afar and saw that the strange phenomenon that had risen into the sky in the mountains had disappeared without a trace, and even the energy had turned into nothingness. It was not the earth-shaking phenomenon that he had seen with his own eyes before, but he probably thought that what he saw was an illusion.

"The Prince of Pingbian's Mansion has a good method. How did they suppress the aura that was rising into the sky?" Zhang Chen was confused and puzzled.

Looking more closely, I saw thousands of laborers doing hard labor at the foot of the mountain, constantly clearing the land. A flat land of five acres in size had been cleared at the foot of the mountain.

When a supervisor saw Mr. Wuliu coming, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, sir."

"How is the preparation going?" Mr. Wuliu asked. "The land has been leveled, and it is now completed." The supervisor said respectfully.

Mr. Wuliu nodded upon hearing this and said with great satisfaction: "Go to the mansion to claim your reward."

"Thank you, sir." The supervisor was overjoyed and immediately knelt on the ground and bowed again.

"Drive all the laborers out." Mr. Wuliu ordered.

Upon hearing this, the supervisor quickly gave orders, asking his men to drive away the laborers, and soon the entire open space was empty.

Mr. Wuliu turned his head and looked at Zhang Chen: "Boy, today I will open your eyes and let you see the methods of the palace. In the past, the little prince didn't bother with you, so you didn't know how deep the palace's foundation is. Today I will let you take a look."

But Mr. Wuliu said to the guard beside him: "Come here, set up the incense table and offer sacrifices to the gods."

At Mr. Wuliu's command, the altar, tablets, livestock and other offerings were all neatly placed. Zhang Chen looked at the tablet and saw five names engraved on it. They were the names of five gods, but the names were ambiguous and seemed to have a strong family flavor.

I saw the words written on the five tablets:

The strong man: Gong Cheng.

The wrestler: Liu Zhou

……

Mr. Wuliu was seen reciting the sacrificial text, and after some worship, he lit the sacrificial text directly on the spot. Then the sacrificial text disappeared with a golden light. Not long after, there was a sudden cry of surprise, and the guards pointed to the distance with horrified expressions on their faces.

Zhang Chen looked over and saw a black cloud floating in the sky. However, when he looked closely, he was shocked. What black cloud was that? It was clearly a Taoist temple of three acres in size.

Five gods with divine light around them came and carried the Taoist temple over, placing it directly on the cleared space. The whole process was done quietly without any sound.

It was moved from the Taoist temple to the ground and fit perfectly without even a speck of dust being stirred up.

Mr. Wuliu looked at the falling palace, his eyes full of shock: "The power of gods is really incredible." The next moment, his spirit left his body to talk with the five gods, and Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wuliu's body close at hand, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. If he took the opportunity to attack Mr. Wuliu at this time, Mr. Wuliu would definitely die, but thinking of the fortune in the earth veins, Zhang Chen still suppressed his restlessness in his heart, and he could still distinguish what was important.

After Mr. Wuliu talked with the five gods, they turned around and left, disappearing into the azure sky. Then Mr. Wuliu's spirit returned to his body, opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Chen: "Boy, do you know the abilities and methods of my Pingbian Palace now?"

Zhang Chen showed just the right amount of shock on his face. After hearing what Mr. Wuliu said, he seemed to come back to his senses. He was speechless and glanced at the Taoist temple with complicated eyes, then lowered his head.

"Come on, follow me inside to take a look. This Taoist temple will be your residence from now on."

Mr. Wuliu was very satisfied when he saw Zhang Chen's expression. He thought that Zhang Chen was intimidated by the aura in front of him, and immediately felt that the depression in his heart was gone.

Then Mr. Wuliu led Zhang Chen to the Taoist temple, and saw three words written on the plaque of the temple: Helu Temple.

"This Taoist temple was a Taoist temple in the north ten years ago. It was quite popular. Unfortunately, it didn't know the general situation and blocked Huang Tiandao from preaching. Huang Tiandao slaughtered the Taoist temple overnight." Mr. Wuliu stood in front of the gate and looked at the Taoist temple. He sighed softly and his voice was full of emotion. "Later, it was taken over by the palace and became the prince's villa for receiving guests and sightseeing."

"There are books and various classics in this Taoist temple. They are all left over from the Helu Temple in the past. You can read these books at will." Mr. Wuliu said.

Zhang Chen nodded when he heard that, and his eyes swept across the Taoist temple in front of him with a hint of weirdness in his eyes, because he had seen this Taoist temple before. It was the Taoist temple on the small island of Pingbian Palace before, but it was not the Taoist temple with a Feng Shui formation. But this Taoist temple was not simple either. As soon as Zhang Chen approached, he had already noticed that the flow of Feng Shui energy in it was not normal.

The two walked into the Taoist temple and saw that the entire temple was a three-courtyard complex with countless palaces of various sizes, from alchemy rooms to kitchens, all of which were fully equipped.

"You don't have to worry about shopping in the future. The palace will send people to deliver all your living expenses. The only thing you have to do is to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of the palace enshrined in the main hall in the backyard. Without the palace's permission, you are not allowed to leave the Taoist temple. I will send people to keep an eye on you." Mr. Wuliu paused here and said, "Don't think too much. The prince doesn't want to put you under house arrest. He just thinks that since you are praying and chanting scriptures, you need to do it day and night without interruption for three years."

Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this: "Of course I know that."

Then Mr. Wuliu led Zhang Chen to the main hall in the backyard, and saw hundreds of tablets densely packed in front of the main hall, all of which were the ancestors of the Pingbian Palace.

Mr. Wuliu glanced at Zhang Chen and said, "From tomorrow on, you will burn incense three times a day, morning, noon and evening, without missing a single time. You will also recite the sutra three times a day, without missing a single time. This is your mission, and you must not slack off even for a moment!"

But he was thinking: "The whole Taoist temple has been laid out for decades by the palace, and it has long been covered with Feng Shui formations. The key to the formation is in this hall. As long as Zhang Chen lights incense to offer sacrifices to the hall in front of him, the Feng Shui formation will be activated at the moment he lights the incense. The layout of the Pingbian Palace will be completed, and Zhang Chen will become the sacrifice of the young prince. Sacrifice his life to fulfill the young prince's destiny."

Zhang Chen was not a fool. With his cultivation level, he certainly noticed something was wrong. However, Mr. Wuliu was right beside him at the moment, so he couldn't look too closely.

Then Mr. Wuliu led Zhang Chen through all the halls, introduced all the arrangements one by one, and then left in a hurry.

As Mr. Wuliu left, the gate of the Taoist temple closed tightly, and the whole world suddenly became quiet. Zhang Chen stood inside the Taoist temple, looking at the layout of the Taoist temple in front of him with a pair of eyes, revealing a thoughtful look:
"Mr. Wuliu and King Pingbian said before that the mysterious aura of creation from the dragon vein was infused into my body, but why didn't I feel anything?"

He couldn't wait any longer!
These are points and good fortune that come right to his doorstep. There is no reason for him not to accept them.

Zhang Chen opened his Dharma Eyes and carefully looked at the Taoist temple in front of him. He did not see anything unusual. He opened his Devouring Eyes again and still saw nothing unusual. He could not see any trace of the Feng Shui formation at all. This made Zhang Chen a little suspicious. Could it be that the Pingbian Palace had made a mistake?

(End of this chapter)