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The Great Zen Temple was located in the Taishi Mountain in the Taikang Province of the Central Province. The Taishi Mountain spanned thousands of miles and spanned three provinces. It was one of the Fengshui Dragon Veins of the entire Great Qian Empire.
"What a majestic Taishi Mountain! Is this the origin of the Great Zen Temple? "
After two days of galloping, Cheng Hao and the others finally arrived at Taikang Province. Looking at the huge stretch of mountains that stretched endlessly into the distance, Cheng Hao felt a vigorous aura that was like that of a huge dragon coiling up in the air.
Awoo, awoo, awoo!
A series of mournful wolf howls came from the depths of the mountain. Then, wolf howls echoed from all directions, making one's hair stand on end. Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary martial arts experts were unwilling to step into the depths of the mountain.
Especially now that they had entered the ruins of the Great Zen Temple, it was already midnight. Although the stars were twinkling in the sky, the cold wind whistled through the forest and the sound of snow falling from the treetops filled the mountain range with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Kacha! The sound of tiles shattering could be heard.
Cheng Hao looked down and saw a patch of greenish-black tiles carved with patterns. They looked very sturdy, but they were shattered by his foot and scattered all over the ground.
"These are all antiques. If I can bring them back, I can probably buy a house with just a few pieces, right?" Although he felt that it was a pity for these broken antiques, Cheng Hao did not stop moving and walked forward step by step under the moonlight.
This was Cheng Hao's first real adventure. Although he was here with Hong Yi, he still couldn't stop the burning desire in his heart to search for opportunities.
However, after searching the ruins of the Great Zen Temple several times, Cheng Hao's burning desire was gradually extinguished. As far as the eye could see, other than the dilapidated walls and dilapidated walls, he did not find anything of value at all.
"Cheng Hao, the Great Zen Temple has been destroyed for more than twenty years. After so many years, I reckon that most of the treasures here have already been plundered. If we want to search for opportunities, there's definitely no hope on the surface!"
Not far away, Hong Yi shook his head and walked over. He and Cheng Hao had separately searched the ruins of the Great Zen Temple for most of the night but found nothing.
"There is nothing above ground? I wonder if there are any treasures left underground? "
Thinking, Cheng Hao could not help but send a thought of his Soul directly into the ground, intending to carefully search for any remaining underground palaces in the ruins of the Great Zen Temple.
However, it was much more difficult for the Divine Soul to explore the ground than it was for the sea. Cheng Hao had only dived a few hundred feet into the ground, but he felt that the surroundings seemed to be covered. With his Divine Soul power at the peak of Ghost Immortal, even if all his Divine Soul thoughts were out of his body, he estimated that he could only dive a few hundred feet down.
Putting away his Soul Consciousness, Cheng Hao was about to ask Hong Yi to protect him. When he was about to send all his Soul Consciousness out to carefully search the underground, he found Hong Yi sitting on the ground with a pale face and a lingering fear on his face.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Hao looked around vigilantly. After not sensing any danger with his spiritual sense that was comparable to a Human Immortal, he looked at Hong Yi in surprise.
"Just now, my soul completely left my body. Six hundred meters underground, I discovered a secret room. There is a mysterious scripture in that secret room. Unfortunately, it is being suppressed by a terrifying force. My soul had just approached that force when it was blasted away by a bright light. If I hadn't cultivated the [Past Amitabha Sutra], I'm afraid I would already be dead."
"A scripture suppressed by a mysterious force?"
Hearing this, Cheng Hao could not sit still. Even though he knew that he probably could not take out the scripture with his Soul Consciousness, he could not suppress the hope in his heart. His Soul directly left his body and dove into the depths of the ground.
After a long while, Cheng Hao opened his eyes with a pale face, just like Hong Yi before. While urging the Amitabha Sutra to repair his Soul Consciousness, he sighed helplessly.
"Alas, this is really a treasure mountain. That force is much more terrifying than the Peacock King we encountered before. With our current realm, we really can't take out the scripture."
It was rare to follow Hong Yi on an adventure. The opportunity was clearly in front of them, but the two of them were not strong enough to take out the scripture. This sense of failure made Cheng Hao feel somewhat helpless.
"Could it be that my luck is too little and I dragged down Hong Yi's good luck? If Hong Yi came alone this time, would the situation be different? "
Cheng Hao recalled that during this period of time, so long as Hong Yi went out, he would always obtain some cultivation techniques or treasures. But this time, when he came out with Cheng Hao, he didn't encounter any fortuitous encounters. This caused Cheng Hao to be unable to help but wonder if it was because he was too unlucky and caused Hong Yi, a treasure hunter, to be unable to obtain any fortuitous encounters.
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This treasure hunting trip to the ruins of the Great Zen Monastery in the Central Province ended with Cheng Hao and Hong Yi returning in disappointment. Seeing that there was no hope for them to obtain any treasures, the two of them did not waste any more time. The next day, they gathered their subordinates and hurried to the Jade Capital.
The journey was rather smooth. Other than encountering commoners who froze to death due to lack of food and clothing due to the severe cold, they did not encounter any bandits who cut off their path midway.
"It's said that the Great Qian Dynasty is at its peak, but look, how many commoners have frozen to death along the way? The various provinces only report the good news and not the bad news. There are songs of praise everywhere in the Jade Capital. Since when has anyone truly cared about the lives of the commoners? "
After arranging for his subordinates to dig a hole and bury the two frozen corpses not far away, Hong Yi, who had a stomach full of anger along the way, could not help but speak up. It seemed that he could no longer tolerate the inaction of the local officials.
"I thought that you, Hong Yi, had already gotten used to it." Cheng Hao rode on his horse and shook his body to disperse the surrounding snowflakes. Looking at the freezing scene around him, his expression was filled with calmness.
"Since ancient times, the so-called prosperous times are only relative. The Great Qian Dynasty has been established for sixty years. The world has been peaceful for a long time, and the social classes have started to solidify. The lives of the commoners are no longer in the eyes of those in power."
Cheng Hao had already gotten used to the fact that people froze to death on the road. Not to mention this ancient feudal society, even in the modern society, such things were unavoidable. To be able to ensure that most of the commoners did not have to worry about food and clothing was already a prosperous time that was worth writing about.
"Let's go. The West Mountain is just ahead. I'm going to pay my respects to my ancestors. You should also be going to your mother's grave, right?"
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