Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 459 Hundred Schools of Thought

Looking at the terrifying temple before him, aside from its eerie name and strange statues, Zhang Ze still felt that something was amiss.

It wasn't until he stared at it for a long time that he realized the proportions of the temple were a bit off.

The temple is as tall as a person, but apart from this small statue, everything inside is excessively large.

From a distance, it looks like a small rural earth god temple enlarged to the same scale.

This temple doesn't seem to be for people to worship at...

"That's strange. Putting aside the temple, where did this book, 'Lunyu,' come from? I don't remember ever being here before."

Zhang Ze shook his head in confusion, then flicked his fingertips, and a talisman appeared in his hand.

In order to uncover the truth, he unleashed the newly developed "Truth Has Only One Talisman" from Longhu Mountain.

This talisman is advertised as using the miraculous methods of Longhu Mountain to reverse cause and effect, revealing the truth by guiding the cause through the effect.

As for the specific effects, Zhang Ze didn't know either, as it was his first time using it.

As the "There is only one truth" talisman was lit, Old Tang's semi-transparent phantom appeared in mid-air. After shaking off some dust as if in a serious manner, the phantom dissipated, and specks of starlight scattered around the Temple of Terror.

It seems that this spell was inspired by the methods of the Heavenly Sect.

As the starlight became increasingly solid, the scene before Zhang Ze's fall was reproduced one by one.

As if time had reversed, the phantom formed by starlight displayed the events of the past before Zhang Ze.

The decaying, exquisite wild fruits on the temple altar gradually became plump, and strange birds would occasionally fly into the temple, only to be frightened away by the 'fearful creature' holding a scroll.

Day after day, it became somewhat monotonous.
Just as the talisman's power was about to be exhausted and the phantom was about to disappear, the fruit finally changed.

The fruit flew up and left the 'Temple of Terror'.

However, because it was played in reverse, the phantom image likely depicts the scene of the fruit being placed in the temple.

'Is it the one who worships at the temple of terror?'

But when Zhang Ze looked back, he did not see the phantom of the person who was worshipping.

"Could it be a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm or higher?" Zhang Ze frowned.

The instruction manual and disclaimer for "The Truth Has Only One Talisman" clearly state that this talisman is still in the experimental stage. The cause and effect at the Golden Core stage is difficult to calculate, and the cause and effect at higher levels is also difficult to calculate accurately.

But if you really want a reading, you can call the Longhushan Little Walnut Hotline No. 2 to schedule an appointment for the Purple-Robed Celestial Master to personally perform the reading.

As Zhang Ze pondered, the power of the talisman completely dissipated, and the pit returned to calm. The person who had been worshipping did not reveal their true face.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to apply a few more talismans, a powerful aura suddenly shot straight into the sky from afar.

That cultivation level is at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Zhang Ze suspected that his recent act of casting spells with talismans had attracted the attention of powerful beings in the area.

After all, the matter predicted by the talisman was related to him.

Because of the unclear situation, Zhang Ze did not want to cause any unnecessary conflict for the time being.

He changed his hand seals, putting away the talisman. Then, he clasped his ring finger in his palm and performed a Buddhist technique called "Azure Lotus Entering the Subtle."

In the blink of an eye, a blue light flashed from the palm where Zhang Zeguang's ring finger was clasped, and a lotus flower appeared. He turned into a vortex and was drawn into the blue light.

Zhang Ze disappeared, and the blue lotus, as fine as dust, slowly drifted down.

At that very moment, the local powerful being descended and revealed his true form.

Zhang Ze, who was hiding in the green lotus, was at a loss for words when he saw the true face of that expert.

“Is that right?”

Zhang Ze closed his eyes, slapped himself to make sure he wasn't drunk, then opened his eyes with a pained expression on his face.

The newcomer was dressed in a robe with a feathered outer garment. He was over fifteen meters tall, with a huge mouth filled with densely packed fangs, and his bulging muscles almost burst his skin open.

Those legs were incredibly muscular, strong and powerful.

But compared to her thighs, her two little hands are much more delicate, truly miniature among miniatures, and she'll never be able to scratch his back in her lifetime.

It wasn't a human, but a Tyrannosaurus Rex with a deep green body and muscles so bulging it looked like it had grown up soaking in protein powder.

However, if Zhang Ze were to give his opinion, he would say that this thing is more like a water cucumber with a mouth.

In any case, whatever it was, this powerful being with considerable cultivation was now furious. With a sweep of its thick, dark green tail, it cut down a large number of trees.

Then came another roar, and he spoke in human language.

"Hey! Which bastard destroyed my temple? This is intolerable!"

Zhang Ze, "..."

'Did I accidentally get addicted to Fu-hime? What's all this about?'

'What is this? A Jurassic-era cultivation novel?'

Looking at the crazed member of the Kong family, Zhang Ze hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should go out.

While he was hesitating, Zhang Ze discovered that there were actually other experts here.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex, which had just been enraged, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly calmed down.

Without any visible movement, the entire dragon vanished like lightning. When it reappeared, it was already in the air, its mouth radiating red light, and a torrent of spiritual energy, condensed to the extreme, shot out.

The area that was bombarded was empty just moments before, but the next moment ripples spread out like water, and then the space exploded, and another dark brown dinosaur broke through the void and appeared on the ground.

This person looks quite similar to that member of the Kong family, except that he is smaller, has a larger head, and his muscles are not as explosive.

Zhang Ze, who had been spying, stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before muttering to himself, "Hmm, a Giganotosaurus... that'll do."

Zhang Ze, who was hiding in the lotus, had come to a realization and took out a small stool to sit down.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and he's already getting used to this style of painting.

They even secretly hoped for the appearance of a new character.

'That's strange, but... let me take another look.'

Under Zhang Ze's voyeuristic gaze, golden light flowed around the body of the giant southern dragon, and rhombus-shaped magical artifacts, following his divine will, combined to form a shield, resisting the oncoming torrent.

When the Tyrannosaurus Rex saw that its verbal attack had failed, it did not try again. Instead, it used its two short little claws to form a hand seal.

Its heartbeat shook the earth like a war drum, its skin instantly disintegrated, and the feathers covering its body were stained blood red.

It then landed heavily, causing a major earthquake.

A red mist surged around it, and two giant, blood-red arms grew out from behind it.

At the same time, a humanoid phantom could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing like a god in the blood mist.

Zhang Ze looked down at the statue in his hand and noticed that the Tyrannosaurus Rex's two hands behind its back were in a similar pose to this statue, and the phantom behind it was almost identical to this statue.

While the Tyrannosaurus Rex of the Dreadnought family was transforming, the Giganotosaurus wasn't idle either; its hexagonal magical artifact disintegrated once more, transforming from a shield into an axe after a few moments.

Golden lightning surged on the giant axe, and most of the power of the cannon shot was absorbed into it.

The so-called non-aggression means that if you don't attack me, I won't make a move; but if you touch me, I will parry and kill you.

No problem.

"Master of the Mohist School, why did you destroy my Temple of Terror?" Tyrannosaurus Rex looked at the giant axe with some apprehension and asked.

"Heh, the Saint of Fear is still as irritable as ever. I sensed that some unknown entity was using extraterrestrial magic again, so I rushed here. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"If you don't believe me, then let's fight!"

"Alright! Let's fight!"

……

Zhang Ze, who was hiding in the green lotus, had already started eating melon seeds, his eyes wide open as he watched the two giant beasts fight.

Two photo stones beside me shimmered softly, capturing this beautiful moment.

Zhang Ze was starting to get hooked.

Once Zhang Ze accepted this bizarre premise, he found it increasingly captivating.

Fearful children are also children, and giant southern giants are also giants.

The "zhu" in the Hundred Schools of Thought refers to the jurassic period.

Tyrannosaurus Rex beats Giganotosaurus, and the Phobia fights the Mohists—no problem.

That fearsome saint didn't use any magical spells; all he used was his fists and feet, occasionally letting out a couple of mouth blasts. He was more of a physical cultivator than the purest physical cultivator Zhang Ze had ever seen.

However, the Mohist leader's battle tactics were different. His wondrous magical artifacts combined and transformed, switching between sword, shield, and axe, absorbing the might of the Fear Saint and then returning it all to him.

The immense power lies in the constant flow and transformation.

The scene before us can be described as fulfilling the ultimate fantasy of fighting enthusiasts. It is a feast for the amusement-seekers, a boon for shills, and the final destination for bloodthirsty spectators.

The remaining half of his rationality reminded Zhang Ze that there were clues about Ah Li and Brother Feng in the words of that Mo family leader.

Since it can recognize the extraterrestrial method, it must have seen it before; perhaps it has even seen Brother Feng and Ah Li.

Judging from its tone and demeanor, this one should be easier to communicate with than the other one who is afraid of saints.

The most sensible course of action at this point would be to show himself, explain the situation, and have a fun two-on-one fight with the Mohist leader to drive away that fearsome saint, before seeking further information from the leader. However… But the true nature of the man was to advise Zhang Ze to think it over and see.

Let's see where Lao Tzu is, where the military strategists are, and where the Legalists are.

A cultivation-themed Jurassic Park with a hundred schools of thought contending—don't miss this opportunity!

Although he didn't know how this strange lineage came about, or whether it was related to him, Zhang Ze felt that since there was a Temple of Terror and a Grand Master, there was no reason why there wouldn't be other families...

But reality didn't dampen Zhang Ze's spirits; Lao Tzu arrived soon after.

Not only did he come, but he can also fly.

A pterosaur emerged from the mountains, soaring and flying beneath the sky and sea. Its enormous crown reflected light from an unknown source, and its eyes were calm and serene.

He did not intervene in the dispute between the two, but only glanced at it from the sky before returning the way he came.

It flew away.

Before he flew away, he left one last sentence.

"Another case of fearing saints, how boring."

However, the Fear Saint didn't care about any of that. He became excited as soon as he saw the giant pterosaur, as if he had seen his long-lost wife.

It shook off the leader of the Mohist school, and its two giant hands slammed into the ground. In an instant, it reached almost its limit. When its figure appeared in the air, the tremor of the earth came too late.

"Hey, Xiaoyaozi, a friend has come from afar, spare my life!"

The Holy Terror's eyes were bloodshot, and its two giant arms on its back expanded again. When they reached their maximum size and its flesh was almost collapsing, it grabbed at the pterosaur's wing, seemingly wanting to tear it apart.

Just as they were about to make contact, the pterosaur named Xiaoyaozi lightly flapped its wings, and the distance between the two giant beasts suddenly became almost infinite, as if they were worlds apart.

However, there is nothing that muscles cannot do. The two giant hands of the Fear Saint turned into afterimages and threw punches one after another, instantly shattering the spatial magic cast by Xiaoyaozi.

Zhang Ze, hiding in the Blue Lotus of Dust, really wanted to give this fearful saint a voiceover, to say "Ora Ora," but then thought better of it.

The sixth person shouldn't make any noise.

"Sigh~" The pterosaur called Xiaoyaozi sighed as it looked at the Fear Saint's fist, and then turned into a dreamlike bubble under the beating of the giant fist, as if it had never existed at all.

I'm outta here; I won't stoop to the level of an idiot.

Dissatisfied with its missed attacks, the Holy Terror crashed to the ground with a thud. It turned back, preparing to find another opponent for a good thrashing, "Mohist Master! Come..."

Before he could even utter the words "Let's fight," he discovered that the other person had already vanished without a trace.

Zhang Ze, who was spying from the shadows, reviewed the recording stone and discovered that when the Holy Monarch ascended to heaven, the Mohist leader had secretly slipped away.

Although it spoke with great bravado, it didn't seem to want to play with the fearsome saint.

With no one around, the fearsome saint's rage was naturally vented on this wretched mountain forest.

After venting his anger, everything around the site, except for the large pit at the original site of the temple, was scorched into dust.

However, perhaps after calming down from the hammer blow, the crimson in the Saint of Fear's eyes gradually faded.

It tilted its head, tore off its tattered robe, and put on a new one. At the same time, its two giant arms behind it turned into blood and disintegrated.

The disintegrating flesh seeped into the earth, and then, a miraculous scene unfolded.

Nourished by flesh and blood, the scorched earth regained its vitality.

Vegetation grew wildly, and insects, ants, and small animals emerged from the soil.

In the blink of an eye, the place returned to its original state.

The large pit on the original site of the temple was also filled in.

The Fear Saint opened his mouth, and another brand-new Fear Temple floated out of his mouth and was placed on the original site.

This time, however, the faceless statues in the temple have undergone a change.

Instead of having his arms outstretched, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other holding a book, he sits on a brass throne in a pensive pose.

Also placed down was a large, exquisite-looking fruit.

The large fruit is full of spiritual energy, making it very tempting.

After confirming that everything was in place, the fearful saint left the place with heavy steps in a few breaths, disappearing into the mountains to the north of the secret realm.

However, Zhang Ze, who was hiding in the Blue Lotus of Dust, did not come out immediately.

He controlled the Azure Lotus of Dust to fly into the temple and hid under the fruit, seemingly preparing to wait for the prey to come to him.

Sure enough, just as he expected, not long after, a bird-dragon with a yellowish-brown body and brightly colored feathers on its head and arms sneaked away from the temple.

Its flexible forelimbs held a bundle filled with all sorts of junk: glowing stones, wondrous seashells, broken magical artifacts, and dinosaur eggs it had picked up from who-knows-where.

None of them look like they came from a legitimate source; they were probably either found or stolen.

Zhang Ze: "As expected, there's a sixth brother."

While watching the play, he noticed that there was another person, Lao Liu, nearby besides himself.

Whether it was because he hid very well or because of his special talent, apart from Zhang Ze, the three dinosaurs with high cultivation levels did not discover the existence of this sixth brother.

Even Zhang Ze didn't know where this guy was hiding. All he could sense was that in a general direction, there was a pair of eyes even more lewd than his own, spying on all the dragons except him.

At this moment, since this thieving bird-dragon, as a local dragon, dared to enter this Terror Temple, it meant that the Terror Saint must have really gone far away.

Looking at the somewhat lewd bird-dragon staring at the fruit on the offering table and drooling, Zhang Ze suddenly had a new idea.

……

The thief dragon, who had been posing as Lao Liu for years, was unaware that someone was plotting against him; at that moment, all its attention was drawn to the large, round fruit.

It put down the bag in its arms and paced back and forth in front of the offering table, occasionally looking back at the entrance of the temple, as if afraid that the fearful saint would return again.

After a few moments of hesitation, it finally succumbed to the temptation of the large fruit. It turned sideways, stretched out its feet, tilted its head and closed its eyes, and stretched out its wicked claws in a posture ready to run away at any moment.

But just as it was about to succeed, it suddenly felt something gripping its paw.

Suddenly opening its eyes, it saw a white, slender, strange hand with five fingers reach out from the void in front of the large fruit and grab its claws.

'One, two, three, four, five...five fingers! It's a saint...a saint!'

The thief was utterly horrified, thinking that the statue on the brass throne had come to life.

Before it could break free, Zhang Ze grabbed it and instantly pulled it into the dust-like blue lotus.

The temple returned to silence.

……

Not long after, the thief-bird dragon emerged from the void once more.

This time, however, his demeanor had changed, subtly suggesting a sublimation.

The old man was shameless yet self-righteous, while the sixth man was upright and honorable.

Zhang Ze, disguised as a thief-dragon, tidied his hair, bent down to pick up the bag on the ground, and put the large fruit, brass throne, and statue from the offering table into the bag.

"What I picked up is mine."

Zhang Ze quickly got into character.

Satisfied, Zhang Ze picked up the bag, then scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground, and with three fingers, he pinched it into a sign.

【The Thief's Home - The Thief Saint】

When you're out in the world, you need to have an identity, and this Hundred Schools of Dwarfs should have his name on it.

After tossing the token into the bag and informing his junior sisters, Zhang Ze skipped and hopped off in the direction the Mo family leader had left.

He planned to ask the Mohist master about Ah Li and Brother Feng.

……

Fucheng.

The sacred tree did not revert to its original golden color; instead, it remained entirely pink, displaying its divine grace.

After the initial chaos, the barbarians of Fucheng calmed down and began to adapt to the changes in the sacred tree.

However, this time, Grandma Anya, who is best at reading comprehension, did not attend the meeting to explain the miracle of the sacred tree.

He simply stated that he was feeling unwell and left the decision to the shamans themselves.

But you can escape reading comprehension once, but you can't escape it a second time.

Inside the tree hollow.

The junior sister handed the floor tile that had been used as a writing board to Grandma Anya.

"Grandma, Grandma, what does this mean?"

On the stone slab was this

[I studied rituals and learned from the gods; Confucian scholars offered their teachings; I saw a sage, though I feared him.]

Grandma Anya smiled and replied as she read the message Zhang Ze sent back.

"do not know."

(End of this chapter)