Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 220 Mysterious Light Glimpses the Divine Capital

Stars Gallery.

Unlike the bustling and vibrant Anlefang, this place is more tranquil and suitable for self-cultivation.

Scattered around are vast estates.

Their owners were mostly princes, marquises, and heirs...

It can be said,
The residents here are all wealthy and powerful.

of course.

Among the various manors, there are inevitably some alleys and residences where maids and servants live.

Baiyun Temple.

It is located next to the Prince of Guangping's Palace.

The Taoist temple occupies several acres and has only two courtyards. The front courtyard enshrines the Three Pure Ones, the patriarchs of Taoism, while the back courtyard is the residence of the abbot and his disciples.

"Some time ago, the Prince of Fenyang was convicted of illegally possessing a dragon robe, and Baiyun Temple was implicated and affected."

"The abbot and several disciples were beheaded at Caishikou, and all the servants in the temple were dismissed, leaving it an empty temple."

The broker led the two into the Taoist temple, which had been overgrown with weeds after a period of neglect.

He introduced:

"Master Ziju is now the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and according to the rules, he can take in ten disciples and Taoist priests."

Gong Shi's eyes lit up.

"Taoist Master."

He lowered his voice and spoke:
"Taoist boys and priests are exempt from the imperial court's taxes, and that alone is worth a lot of money. If you give me the quota, I will give you one hundred taels of silver!"

The broker standing to the side secretly curled his lip.

One hundred taels?

The quota for a Taoist acolyte is far more than one hundred taels.

If those ten spots in the Taoist temple were sold, they could fetch at least one hundred taels of gold.

gold,

It's not silver.

The price difference is a hundredfold!
"no."

Zhu Ju lightly waved his whisk, displaying an air of otherworldly refinement.
“The sage does not accumulate wealth; the more he gives to others, the more he has. Money and wealth are worldly things; this is what is meant by being content with poverty and finding joy in the Way.”

Ya Ren and Gong Shi looked completely bewildered.

"what!"

The kneeling figure in the Sanqing Hall brought the broker back to his senses, and he shouted:
"Who are you, woman? Don't you know this Taoist temple has been sealed off by the imperial court and entry is prohibited?"

"My lord." The woman kneeling and worshipping the gods turned around upon hearing the voice, hurriedly kowtowing and stammering:

“I…I live next door. Today I saw that the seal outside the temple had been removed, so I thought I could come in.”

"so……"

"My lord, please forgive me, my lord, please forgive me!"

The woman had a sallow complexion and was short and thin, clearly malnourished. The dentist waved his hand impatiently.

"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

"If it weren't for the presence of the Taoist priest today, you certainly wouldn't have been spared so easily."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Thank you, Your Excellency." The woman kowtowed hurriedly, got up in a panic, picked up the tribute, and headed outside.

"Wait a moment." Gong Shi raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Put down what you're holding."

He stepped forward, snatched the fruit, wiped it on the woman's clothes, and took a bite.

Juice overflows.

"tasty."

"My...Master," the woman whispered.

"This is for the gods to eat."

"Pah!" Gong Shi's face darkened.
"What do you know, woman? Worshipping evil gods is a capital offense in our Great Qi. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll take you to the authorities."

"Get out of here!"

The woman was terrified and immediately put down her note to say goodbye and hurriedly left the Taoist temple.

…………

night.

A constellation of stars.

Zhu Ju sat cross-legged in the quiet room he had prepared, his hands lightly forming a mudra, and gently tapped the empty space in front of him.

"Mystic Light Technique!"

"Om..."

The void in front of him rippled like the surface of water.

The invisible fluctuations of magical power silently merged with the primordial energy of the four directions, outlining complex spiritual patterns.

In the sky.

Full of vitality.

It's as if it has gained an extra vertical eye, barely visible to the naked eye, standing a hundred meters above Baiyun Temple, peering into everything within a radius of dozens of miles.

A water mirror appeared in front of Zhu Ju, revealing the entire activity of the Starry Night Workshop.

A martial arts school.

The martial arts school master stood in front of the iron stake cast from refined iron, his hands forming tiger claws as he repeatedly struck the stake.

The iron stake, weighing thousands of kilograms, was like a toy to him.

"remember!"

"The key to our Tiger Martial Arts School's boxing style lies not in the word 'tiger,' but in the word 'fierce.' If you fail to cultivate this fierce energy within your heart, you'll only reach the middle third rank at best. Never even think about achieving the fusion of spirit and body to advance to the upper third rank."

“Watch out!”

"Tigers come down the mountain!"

The martial arts school master's eyes were wide open, and he looked like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, with a faint roar coming from him.

With a stomp of his foot, he lunged forward, his five fingers forming claws as he struck, unleashing an invisible killing intent between his fingers and palms.

"boom!"

The iron stake, weighing several thousand pounds, was torn to pieces by the tiger's claws.

"Father!" The boy watching from the side clapped his hands in wild joy.

"You've become a second-grade Grandmaster?"

"Still a bit lacking." The martial arts school master exhaled a long breath, suppressing the restless qi within him, and said slowly:
"Second-grade Grandmaster, blood as white as silver and mercury, resounding with every drop. I should be able to reach that level within this year."

"Amazing!" the boy exclaimed excitedly.
"There are many martial arts schools in Shenjing, but very few are second-rank grandmasters who serve as school masters. Our Tiger Fiend Martial Arts School will definitely make a name for itself."

"Yes." The martial arts school master smiled, then gently shook his head.

"A second-grade grandmaster is the limit for your father, and he will only ever be a martial arts school owner. He will never be able to reach the top. You should build a foundation with your family's martial arts, but you still need to join the Divine Sword Sect. There you will find top-tier methods for those above the second grade and even those who can open the Divine Treasury."

"Your father has no chance now, so I'll run a martial arts school at home to earn money for you. You will definitely surpass your father."

"Father!" The boy gritted his teeth and nodded.
"I will definitely strive to cultivate myself!"

Inside the manor, just one street away.

An elderly man with a white beard was instructing a boy and a girl on stance training, correcting their posture from time to time.

"Standing exercises are static, but people are dynamic. Don't be bound by the stances; instead, focus on sensing the flow of Qi and blood within your body."

"The Divine Will Stance is the most advanced stance training in the world. As long as you master this stance training, you can easily advance to the middle third rank."

"Grandpa," the girl's voice was clear and melodious.
"The top three ranks?"

"The top three ranks depend on martial arts talent and mental cultivation; external factors are difficult to help with." The old man shook his head.
"Unless you obtain some rare and extraordinary treasure, and undergo a complete transformation, you will not be able to ascend to the heavens in one step."

"But don't even think about it."

"Snapped!"

"Don't get distracted."

"Yes!" the two children replied.

A mile away, in front of a rockery, a handsome and wealthy young man was slowly practicing his boxing techniques.

"drink!"

"what!"

As he threw his punch, he let out a low shout, and the sound landed with the impact of the blow, creating craters of varying depths.

To know.

The ground beneath his feet was a bluestone floor.

Really impressive!

At this moment, it is no longer a metaphor, but an undeniable description.

The powerful and terrifying internal organ energy made the voice of a second-grade Martial Grandmaster sound like a hard pestle, capable of killing without leaving a trace.

"Son."

The maid took an embroidered handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face:

"It's getting late, we should rest."

The maid was pretty with rosy cheeks, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at the handsome young man, and her voice was charming.

"No rush." ​​The young master seemed oblivious to the meaning behind the other's words, changing his stance and continuing to swing his fists and feet.

"I'll practice two more times to see how many times my body can last. Go and have someone prepare the medicinal bath."

"Young master..." The maid pursed her lips.
"At your age, you've already reached the second-grade Grandmaster level, which is rare even in the world. Why work so hard?"

no respond.

"Yes."

The maid sighed softly:

"This servant will have a medicinal bath prepared."

In a luxurious courtyard, a majestic old man strode forward, and halfway there he suddenly looked up at the void.

"Humph!"

He let out a muffled groan, his eyes gleaming with a divine light:

"How brave!"

Who is spying on this old man?

"Ok?"

After scanning the area for a moment without finding anything unusual, the old man frowned slightly and muttered to himself:
"Could it be that my perception is wrong?"

Baiyun Temple.

Zhu Ju withdrew his Xuan Guang Technique, his expression grave.

"The physical senses of the Divine Treasure Warrior are so sharp that a low shout can break my spell."

"The Divine Treasure..."

"His strength is indeed comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

After regaining his composure, a smile returned to his face.

"As expected of the capital, a place where heroes from all over the world gather. Unlike small places where experts are scarce, here, a glance reveals that everyone here is a top-grade expert who has achieved the unity of spirit and body."

"As long as we avoid the Divine Treasure Warriors, we can easily obtain several high-grade inheritances by using the Mystic Light Technique to spy on them."

"Even with the inheritance of divine treasures, there may still be a chance."

There seems to be no magic in this world; at least he hasn't encountered any yet.

Even in the vast capital city, with its 108 wards and countless inhabitants, there were no protective formations.

However, there seemed to be something mysterious near the palace. When the Xuan Guang Technique shone in that direction, a sense of alarm immediately arose in my heart.

all in all.

There are no masters of magic in this world.

in this way.

As a Dao Foundation cultivator skilled in magic and possessing a powerful soul, wouldn't he have a great future in this capital city?

"Ok?"

"Sure enough, the 'neighbor' who came to worship the gods today is indeed problematic."

Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow and looked toward the front yard.

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"call……"

A dark shadow drifted down to Baiyun Temple on the night wind.

Sang Rongrong's beautiful eyes darted around as she quickly surveyed her surroundings. Once she was sure no one was around, she quietly slipped into the Sanqing Hall.

Her identity was extremely strange; she moved with both hands and feet on the ground, like a raccoon dog, agile and swift.

"The position of Baiyun Daoist in the Prince of Fenyang's mansion is extraordinary, and what he left behind must be of great importance."

"where?"

"That young Taoist couldn't be lying. The item is in the Sanqing Hall. Could there be a secret room here?"

An ordinary secret room could not escape her eyes, and the Sanqing Hall was not large, with not much space to put things.

Logically speaking, as long as you put your heart into it, you should be able to find it.

"Da da!"

Sang Rongrong's figure flickered as she continuously tapped the stone slabs and the statues of the Three Pure Ones on the ground, occasionally listening intently.

Ok?
As if sensing something, she flipped over and leaped onto the roof beam of the main hall like a raccoon.

Bone-shrinking technique!
With a faint sound, she, who was only thinner than an adult woman, was curled up to the size of an adult head.

And its aura vanished without a trace, just like the wooden beam beside it.

Such bone-shrinking skills and turtle-breathing techniques are simply terrifying.

"Shh!"

Just as she hid in the shadows and concealed her presence, two figures leaped into Baiyun Temple one after the other.

"Big brother."

"right here."

The two rushed into the main hall and immediately looked up at the statues of the Three Pure Ones, their eyes filled with wild joy.

"The item is still there!"

Ok?
Sang Rongrong, perched on the roof beam, frowned slightly. Who were these two people? How did they know the item was still there?

"Sent!"

The tall man in black rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism:
"Daoist Baiyun may seem to be unknown, but he is actually a protector of the Demonic Sect and has the strength of a first-grade Grandmaster."

"What he left behind is enough for the two of us brothers to live a carefree life for half a lifetime."

"Moreover, there are the benefits promised by the church."

“That’s right.” The other person, equally excited, nodded and spoke:
"Brother, let's get started."

"Okay." The elder brother replied, leaping onto the left side of the statue's shoulder and embracing its head with both hands.

The statue of the Three Pure Ones is about two zhang tall, with a huge head; even with his arms outstretched, he cannot hug it.

"Click..."

As he twisted the head of the statue with force, strange mechanical noises rang out inside, and the ground beneath the futon was gradually lifted up.

Damn!

Sang Rongrong cursed inwardly.

'They even placed the switch so big; who would have thought the heads of the Three Pure Ones statues could actually turn?'

'The secret room is hidden so deep underground that even a Grandmaster of the First Rank wouldn't be able to sense it.'

'No wonder I haven't found it for so long.'

"Crack!"

"Big brother."

The man below took out a brocade box from a hidden compartment that had been raised, looked up and shouted:

"found it!"

"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? This is Shenjing, not Shengjing. You could throw a brick and it could hit a third-rank expert. If anyone hears us, we're all dead!" the eldest brother roared angrily, leaping down from above.

"Quick, see what's inside?"

"Yes," the man replied, eagerly opening the brocade box.

madness!

Sang Rongrong, perched on the roof beam, wore a mocking expression.

as predicted.

"puff!"

A puff of white smoke emerged from the brocade box, inside which dozens of poison needles as thin as cow hair shot out.

The man who opened the brocade box trembled, foamed at the mouth, collapsed to the ground, and died on the spot.

"Second brother!"

The elder brother cried out in sorrow:

"You died such a tragic death!"

"But you're really stupid. I told you to look, so you looked. If you had any brains, you'd know that the Protector would definitely have used some tricks to protect something this important."

The grief instantly turned into disdain. The elder brother put on a pair of gloves and carefully picked up the brocade box.

"so……"

A cold voice sounded behind him:
"Are you members of the Demonic Cult?"

"Shh!"

The elder brother's expression changed drastically, and his body suddenly trembled, like a nimble venomous snake, as he swung his arm to stab behind him.

His wrist trembled, and a soft sword emerged from his sleeve.

A hidden dragon in the sleeve!

"Ding……"

A barely perceptible collision sound rang out.

"Second rank!"

The elder brother's heart sank, before he could react.

"puff!"

A short sword had already pierced his throat.

Sang Rongrong's body then floated lightly to the ground.

(End of this chapter)