I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 365: Ascending Helu Temple
When Mr. Wuliu arrived at Helu Temple the next day, he saw the Feng Shui formation that had stopped functioning at first glance, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes:
"How strange! How could the Feng Shui formation stop functioning? This shouldn't be the case! Could it be that the boy noticed the existence of the Feng Shui formation and destroyed it?"

So he turned around and asked the guards stationed there: "Let me ask you, have you heard any noise in the Taoist temple at night?"

If Zhang Chen broke the Feng Shui formation, it would definitely cause a commotion, which would not be hidden from the guards standing outside.

Hearing Mr. Wuliu's question, the guard shook his head and said, "Sir, I have never heard of anything."

Mr. Wuliu stroked his chin and said, "So it's not that the kid broke the formation, but there's something wrong with the Feng Shui formation."

Then Mr. Wuliu ordered, "Open the door, I will go in and take a look myself."

The guard opened the door and saw Mr. Wuliu coming to the backyard. He then scanned the Feng Shui formation of the entire Taoist temple and did not notice any problems. He looked around and saw no trace of Zhang Chen. He then came to the incense burner and hurriedly took out the beast. He sensed the energy surging in the beast and sent the beast back to the cauldron. "It turns out that the energy surging in is too little to support the operation of the Feng Shui formation. This is a simple matter. I just need to adjust it."

However, he did not see the Dinghai Divine Pearl. The Dinghai Divine Pearl was held by the goddess and had long been disguised and transformed by the goddess' magical powers.

Mr. Wu Liu walked around the incense burner and came to the altar, turning one of the tablets on the table. As he turned the tablet, the energy exhaled by the beast suddenly increased, and the Feng Shui formation started to work again.

Mr. Wuliu had no idea that there was a bat the size of a fist hanging upside down on the beam of the hall under the eaves, quietly watching his every move.

Seeing that the Feng Shui formation was working again, Mr. Wu Liu did not dare to stay any longer. Once the Feng Shui formation was working, it would attack all living things in the yard. Otherwise, why would he leave Zhang Chen alone in the Taoist temple?

That Feng Shui formation will attack the fate of everyone who steps into the yard.

Mr. Wuliu stepped away, only to see the fist-sized vampire bat turn into a ball of blood light, pass through the hall and enter Zhang Chen's house. Then he saw seventy-one vampire bats gathered in Zhang Chen's house. At this time, with the return of the vampire bats from the outside world, the seventy-one vampire bats also turned into blood and formed the shape of Zhang Chen.

This is also the disadvantage of Zhang Chen's transformation into a vampire bat. He cannot separate a single vampire bat, but must completely transform into the form of a vampire bat.

At this time, surging energy gathered and poured into Zhang Chen's devouring space. The surging energy wave was twice as large as before.

"Shuhu is still too slow. I only have three months, so I don't have that much time to waste." Zhang Chen muttered, then pushed open the door, turned into mist and passed through the courtyard, and came to the central hall in advance. He picked up the broom that had been prepared long ago and casually swept the dust on the ground. At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, and Mr. Wuliu's face flushed, and he hurriedly came from the backyard. With the operation of the Feng Shui formation, he was also implicated. There was a kind of energy irrigating down from the dark, pouring into his fate, making his head dizzy, and he also suffered.

Although he could control the operation of the Feng Shui formation, this Feng Shui formation was of ancient origin and he could not resist its power.

"Why are you here, sir?" Zhang Chen stopped using the broom and stood in front of Mr. Wuliu.

Mr. Wuliu was in a hurry to escape from the Taoist temple, but he unexpectedly ran into Zhang Chen at this time. He could only stop and say: "I came to see you and see if you are used to living here. If you need anything, just tell me and I will send someone to bring it to you."

Zhang Chen was touched when he heard this: "Sir, you are such a good man. I accepted your flying sword, but you still treat me like this. It's really touching. Sir, I will make you a cup of tea to sincerely apologize to you."

Mr. Wuliu's scalp almost exploded when he heard this. Although this Feng Shui formation would not take a person's life, it would steal a person's luck, which was even more serious than taking one's life.

Qifu is related to a person's cultivation and future achievements. It is the foundation. It is extremely precious to a person who practices cultivation, and Mr. Wuliu does not want to waste it at all.

"I have something else to do. Let's drink again another day. There's no need to apologize. It's enough that you have the intention." After saying this, Mr. Wuliu left in a hurry, leaving Zhang Chen standing in the Taoist temple, looking at Mr. Wuliu's slightly embarrassed back and sneering.

As the gate of the Taoist temple closed, Zhang Chen walked all the way to the backyard lobby and looked at the tablets of the ancestors of the Pingbian Palace. Finally, his eyes fell on the third tablet from the left on the bottom layer. He reached out his hand to grasp the tablet and immediately noticed its difference: "It is made of steel. Is this the core that controls the Feng Shui formation?"

Zhang Chen tried twisting it gently, and sure enough, changes occurred immediately. Twisting to the left increased the energy in the ascension pool and twisting to the right reduced the energy output.

Zhang Chen raised his lips and twisted the tablet clockwise 365 degrees. The next moment, the majestic energy poured into Zhang Chen's Devouring Space like a galaxy falling. Zhang Chen sensed the flow of energy and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes: "It's more than thirty times stronger! At this rate, it will fill up the entire Devouring Space in less than ten days."

Zhang Chen no longer paid attention to the energy changes in the devouring space, but looked at the tablet. He felt that the Feng Shui formation was really mysterious. It was really puzzling that such a small tablet could have such an effect.

With the energy problem of the Feng Shui formation being solved, Zhang Chen's life became peaceful. He spent every day reading books and thinking about his future path.

That night
The north wind was howling outside the door. Inside the room, Zhang Chen was drinking tea and reading books one by one.

Soon after all the books were finished, Zhang Chen came to the Sutra Library again with more than 20 books in his arms. He put all the books back on the bookshelf, then walked through the bookshelves of the Sutra Library with a lantern, and finally stopped in front of the last row of bookshelves:

"The books on this bookshelf are the books left behind by the Helu Temple. They record interesting things that the disciples of the Helu Temple casually recorded, as well as the daily life in the Taoist temple, as well as some ancient legends and interpretations of gods and demons."

Zhang Chen was bored, so he randomly pulled out more than 30 books and returned to his bedroom. He knew that although there were many books in the Taoist temple, including all the books of various schools of thought, there was not a single book about mysteries and cultivation methods. He didn't know how many times the Pingbian Palace had read and checked them, and would never give him a chance to find them. However, reading some ancient anecdotes could broaden his horizons and kill time.

These books are actually a good choice if you read them as novels.

Time passed quickly, and another three days passed. There were fewer and fewer books on the bookshelf that Zhang Chen had not read. One morning, after washing up, Zhang Chen picked up a book and sat in front of the stove to read. The book was called "Daguan Interesting Things". Zhang Chen saw something from this book.

Zhang Chen flipped through the pages of the book, and when he read a certain passage, his eyes paused because he saw a familiar word: "ascension".

"The 33rd generation head of the Taoist temple got a rare book and wanted to refine a supreme formation to gather the lives of 36,000 disciples and elders in the Taoist temple, bless one body, and then ascend to heaven. At the last moment, the 15 elders led their disciples to resist and he was killed!"

"At that time, the Immortal Gate opened, and a pool of water appeared. A drop of water fell, causing the dead to turn into flesh and bones! There were flying fairies and gods lined up, dancing in the immortal world. Later, the elders killed the temple master, and the Immortal Gate was forced to close. There was a disciple named 72 who took the opportunity to jump into the Immortal Gate and disappeared."

"Is there really a fairyland in this world? Are there really ascension pools and immortality?"

What follows is a myriad of stories, narrating the great war of the past, which resulted in the backlash against Helu Temple, which seemed to be a punishment from heaven and never recovered.

"It's quite interesting. The fairyland that the other party mentioned should be the first level of the spiritual world. The 33rd generation leader of the Helu Temple actually wanted to rely on a feng shui formation to gather the destinies of all people and take the opportunity to ascend to heaven. The fairy gate was opened, but unfortunately he was killed by the elders joining forces, and he made wedding dresses for his 72 disciples. It was really a great injustice." Zhang Chen said thoughtfully.

“Ascension Pool?” Zhang Chen’s eyes fell on the word Ascension Pool.

This book is very old. It is not made of ordinary grass or wood, but a very strange animal skin. The skin is so tough that it has not decayed even after countless years.

"According to the time calculation of the current cultivation world, this book is definitely not a product of this recent ancient era. It should be something left over from a long, long time ago, an extremely long time ago." Zhang Chen quietly flipped through the pages of the book, seeing that the dynasty mentioned on it was "Daguan", but in Zhang Chen's memory, there was no dynasty called Daguan in this world.

"This book is at least tens of thousands of years old. It's just that it doesn't record anything important, so the Prince Pingbian's Palace put it on the bookshelf." Zhang Chen flipped through the book page by page, and at the same time became interested in Helu Temple.

This Helu Temple can use the Feng Shui formation to open the passage to the spiritual world, which shows how amazing its attainments in Feng Shui have been. However, as Zhang Chen watched, he also noticed two problems:
First, in the era of the Daguan Dynasty, there were cultivators! The Ascension Pool was still usable in that era! Then, because of the arrival of the Dharma Ending, the spirits of the gods were disintegrated and annihilated, leaving only the mysterious bodies, so were there any cultivators in that era? If there were cultivators, it would be impossible for them to not ascend, right? Why use Feng Shui to ascend?

How far is the Daguan era from the earth era? How was the spiritual world born? How did it become the fairyland in the Daguan people's minds?
The Earth Era was the Era of Gods, an era before the rise of the human race. There was no Qigong in that era. Zhang Chen was very sure of this, after all, he was the one who introduced the Earth's cultivation method.

The second question is that since the Helu Temple has been passed down from that era to the present, it can be considered an extremely ancient force. Logically speaking, there should have been Yin Shen Fa practitioners and a Feng Shui formation to rely on sixty years ago. How could it have been destroyed by Huang Tiandao?
Since these ancient traditions have been there from the beginning to the end, why is it said that it was only sixty years ago that the mysterious methods of practice began to be mastered to continue the path of practice for the world?

Zhang Chen knew that those bloodline families had passed down their bloodline with the help of mysterious powers, so why were their cultivation methods buried?

So what exactly happened?
Why do faults occur?

The inheritance still exists, how could there be a gap? Zhang Chen was puzzled, tapping his knees with his fingers, his eyes full of confusion.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided to ask the Great Freedom Demon directly. Zhang Chen summoned the Great Freedom Demon and asked him about his doubts.

The Great Freedom Demon just shook his head: "I don't remember! I don't remember it at all!"

It was useless to ask him, and Zhang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him. Instead, he continued to look through books, hoping to find out the truth of that year in the books of Helu Temple.

"There's something wrong with your book!"

Just as Zhang Chen was flipping through the books, the Great Freedom Demon spoke something, leaned his head over and stared at Zhang Chen's books, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Zhang Chen immediately perked up after hearing this: "Something's wrong? What's wrong?"

I held it in my hand and looked through it for a long time, but couldn't notice anything wrong. How could the Great Freedom Demon say something was wrong with just one glance?
The Great Freedom Demon scratched his head and said, "Don't worry, let me think about it! Let me think about it! I can't remember what's wrong, but your book is not right anyway."

Zhang Chen lit a candle and looked at the book carefully under the light, trying to find some clues.

He still believed in the judgment of the Great Freedom Demon. Since the Great Freedom Demon said that there was something wrong with the book, then there must be something wrong with the book.

"What's wrong? This book is normal." Zhang Chen kept flipping through the pages under the light, trying to confirm whether there was any interlayer between the pages. However, no matter how he turned the pages over and over, the thickness of the animal skin on each page was exactly the same, and they were all intact, without any signs of interlayer at all.

Moreover, when Zhang Chen opened his golden eyes to look at the book, he did not detect any mysterious aura in the book. Even when he opened his Devouring Eye, the book was still an animal skin book and did not arouse any interest in his Devouring Eye at all.

What he could be sure of was that even though the material in this book was extraordinary, it was no longer mysterious.

"You said that there's something wrong with this animal skin, but what exactly is wrong? Or has someone written words on this animal skin using special potions?" Zhang Chen took it in his hand and looked at it. It didn't look like anyone had written any secret words on it.

The Great Freedom Demon stood under the light in deep thought. After a long while, he looked at the binding of the book. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he said with some pride in his voice, "I know! I finally found it."

(End of this chapter)