Chapter 266: Enlightenment Platform

The hall was very large, and the passage was naturally very long. However, perhaps because the top of the hall was all glazed, it did not seem dim, but was extremely bright. However, the passage was too long, and one could not see the end at a glance.

Chen Chao walked forward with the broken knife in his hand. After a few steps, he saw some murals on both sides of the passage.

The contents of the murals on both sides of the passage were also very different. Some of the murals depicted the daily life of the sect, some were about alchemy, some were about cultivation, and there were monks carrying backpacks picking herbs in a herb garden full of herbs.

Some of the murals showed a group of monks gathered in front of a stone platform. Behind the stone platform grew a big tree with lush branches and leaves. The branches and leaves drooped down and fell on the stone platform. Behind the overlapping branches and leaves, a man was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform. The man was wearing a long robe and his face was not depicted, but just by looking at him, one could tell that the man must be extraordinary.

In front of the stone platform, there were a group of monks standing there, looking at the man on the stone platform, probably listening to the great way of cultivation.

This is a preaching picture.

Chen Chao stood on the side of the passage, looking at the preaching picture, and the sound of the great way was faintly heard in his ears.

"The way of heaven is like drawing a bow, suppressing the high, raising the low, and reducing the excess..."

In a trance, the scene in front of him had changed a little.

It was like a scroll slowly unfolding in front of him, and the stone platform became clear.

The big tree also gradually became clear, and the branches and leaves were green, swaying in the breeze.

A generous voice suddenly sounded, "Let's stop here today, and disperse."

As the voice sounded, the monks beside Chen Chao all stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.

They passed by Chen Chao, but seemed not to see Chen Chao, and left on their own without stopping.

But the man on the stone platform did not leave. The leaves blocked his figure, but it was roughly visible that he was a thin man in a loose robe.

Chen Chao walked forward a few steps, wanting to go to the stone platform and push aside the branches to see the man's true face.

But after just a few steps, a voice came from the stone platform, still generous and gentle, "What do you want to see?"

Chen Chao was stunned and became a little absent-minded in an instant. He was silent for a moment, and then he asked in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"

The man on the stone platform did not answer him, but with a breeze, the branches were blown away by the wind, revealing the man's true face. It was an extremely ordinary face, so ordinary that there was no feature at all, and even made Chen Chao unable to remember the face at all. Every time he looked away, he would not remember what the man looked like.

"It's Taoism."

The man saw Chen Chao's doubts and said calmly, "No matter how much you want to remember, you can't remember it."

Chen Chao also understood this truth. The two of them should have a huge gap in realm. He didn't hesitate and asked directly, "What is this place?"

The man sat on the high platform, listened to the question, and said calmly, "This place is called Wudaotai, where Rongshan Sect preaches."

r>  Chen Chao was stunned. As expected, he still heard the three words Rongshan Sect.

Chen Chao said, "Why can I see you?"

The man thought it was interesting and showed curiosity on his face, "I don't know either."

Chen Chao thought about it and suddenly exhaled a breath of mist. There was even gold in the white mist. He asked, "Is it because of this?"

The man looked at the white mist, and his frown was completely smoothed out. He sighed softly, "It turns out that every move, every drink and every bite is destined. It is destined to be you, and that is you."

Listening to these mysterious words, Chen Chao was very confused. He didn't know what the other party wanted to express. He wanted to speak, but the other party spoke first, "How many years has the Rongshan Sect been gone?"

Chen Chao listened to this question and shook his head, "I don't know."

When did the Rongshan Sect perish? How many years have passed since then? There is no conclusion at all. I am afraid that not only him, but even the people who know the most secrets in the world can't get an answer when they come here.

No book has ever described this Rongshan Sect.

"How did Rongshan Sect perish?"

Chen Chao thought of the monks at the entrance of the hall. He remembered that they had maintained their cultivation posture until they died. He didn't know how the demise came, but it was obvious that no one had time to resist or even react.

It was as if a breeze blew by, and this vast sect was annihilated in the dust of history.

If you really want to think about it carefully, it is actually a very terrifying thing. What kind of existence can make this once prosperous sect disappear between heaven and earth in an instant. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

The man looked at Chen Chao and didn't speak. He seemed to want to stand up from the stone platform, but he tried several times to no avail. In the end, his figure began to slowly dissipate and turned into grains of light. In fact, if you look closely, it should not be grains of light, but grains of sand.

Or you can say that those are the dust of history.

In the vast history, those dusts seemed insignificant.

The stone platform disappeared along with the man, and then the tree.

The scene in front of me instantly returned to the passage. The murals in front of me were still there, but they seemed to have lost their vitality.

Chen Chao couldn't believe it. He looked down at his hands and realized that at this moment, both hands were already covered in sweat.

He originally wanted to ask a lot of things, but in the end he couldn't ask a single word. The man was probably not still alive, but a trace left by some means, probably just like the piece of paper covered with golden light. They were all powerful men in ancient times, but they should have died long ago.

Chen Chao came back to his senses and continued walking towards the passage without any further hesitation.

The murals on the walls are still there

Yes, and the content is still different, but this time, no murals can give Chen Chao a special feeling. He no longer feels any special vitality, as if the walls are just dead things.

He didn't think much about it, he just walked forward along the passage. He naturally knew that the girl was not here, and the coffin he found couldn't be here either.

He came here for something else.

The half of the broken knife in your hand is already extremely sharp. If you can find the other broken half and ask an expert to re-fuse it, then the knife will be considered complete. Just one broken knife can be compared to Jianqi Mountain. Those flying swords, if this broken sword is intact, even the so-called century-old sword may not be able to compete with this broken sword.

In addition to the broken knife, Chen Chao also wanted to find other pieces of paper.

The page in his hand was obviously one of the pages in a certain book. Just such a page could have such a terrifying aura. What would it mean if the entire book was found?

If nothing else, just delving into the secrets recorded on the paper, I'm afraid there will be great gains.

When Chen Chao thought of this, he felt inexplicably excited.

Chen Chao was not too interested in history, but he was really interested in the powerful power buried in history.

He walked all the way forward, going faster and faster. After just a moment, he walked very far. He noticed that the passage in front of him was gradually sloping. It was so wide before, but now it was getting wider and wider. It was so narrow that in the end, it was only wide for one person.

It's just that it's still very bright and doesn't need anything to illuminate it.

The murals on the walls suddenly disappeared.

The last painting was the same as the one seen on the palace door before, abruptly broken and somewhat missing.

But this should be an ordinary mural with no special direction.

Chen Chao did not stop and continued walking forward.

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The middle-aged Taoist riding a green bull walked out of the boundless sea of ​​flowers and arrived outside the dilapidated medicine garden.

After many years, he finally came here again. The green cow seemed a little happy, but soon he couldn't be happy anymore, because the medicine garden in front of him was in ruins, and there was no place like the herbs everywhere in his imagination. It was filled with weeds, but there was no trace of any elixir.

Qing Niu lowered his head and took a bite of the weed, chewed it a few times, spat it out angrily, and then said cautiously, "Master... I really don't know..."

The middle-aged Taoist sat on its back and watched this scene. He was not in a hurry to speak, but there was no disappointment in his eyes. Maybe he had expected this to happen.

"Even if a fairy medicine plant appears, it will produce spiritual wisdom and will not stay in place for too long. Therefore, if the major sects have fairy medicine seeds, they will definitely send monks to them from the moment they are planted. Watch it during the period, and when it matures, you can either use a formation to trap it in place, or just use something to put it away. "

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The middle-aged Taoist said slowly, "Let's see if there is a medicine pit here. If there is, then at least it can be said that our trip was not in vain."

Qingniu later realized that although it had lived a long time, it actually didn't know much. After hearing what the middle-aged Taoist said, he rushed in and started looking for the so-called medicine pit.

"Ma'am, there are four medicine pits here!"

After searching for a circle, it suddenly spoke loudly, full of joy, "Does this mean there used to be four fairy medicine trees here?!"

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the four holes on the ground expressionlessly and said calmly, "Those are your four hoof prints."

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"Zhenren Mingjian, I'll go and take a look."

The medicinal garden is very big, at least at first glance, it can't be smaller than the sea of ​​flowers. Back then, the Rongshan Sect was a big sect, and everything in the natural sect was treated as the best. The same goes for the medicinal garden, even the soil. The Rongshan Sect specially sent strong men to retrieve it from the seabed deep overseas. The mud that had sunk to the bottom of the sea for who knows how many years has extremely abundant spiritual energy and is an excellent choice for growing medicinal herbs.

But ordinary sects don't have this ability at all, that is, the Rongshan Sect has countless strong men who can do this.

The middle-aged Taoist jumped off the back of the cow and walked towards the depths of the medicine garden. Because no one had taken care of it for so many years, the weeds that had grown over time had grown extremely tall.

It may not be easy to find the so-called medicine pit in this medicine garden.

I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged Taoist stopped at a place, pushed aside the weeds in front of him, and saw two deep pits. For a long time, some weeds grew up around the pit, but they were not long enough to cover the entrance.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand to push aside the weeds and looked into the hole.

"Ma'am, is this a medicine pit?"

Qing Niu didn't know when he came over and asked seriously, "The real person is well-informed. You can find it at a glance."

The middle-aged Taoist said, "It's a medicine pit, and there are two of them. Your medicine garden is pretty good. There should be two fairy medicine trees, but I don't know if they are here."

After the fairy medicine grows up, it will develop spiritual wisdom. When it has its own thoughts, it will naturally want to leave. At this moment, the two fairy medicine trees are unknown where they are, but if they are still in the mountain gate of Rongshan Sect, That's the best thing.

Qingniu asked expectantly, "Can the real person be found?"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't speak, he just spread his palms, and a glimmer of light came out of his palms, and then turned into a ray of light, which continued to lengthen here.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at this ray of light and said calmly, "If it is still there..."

Qingniu originally wanted to listen to the next words, but saw the middle-aged Taoist suddenly stop mid-sentence, and asked with some confusion, "Master, why didn't you say anything?"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't speak, but looked solemnly as the light continued to lengthen, spread out, and disappear at the end of his sight.