Everyone then entered the palace. Long Xiaoshan, Weng Mengyun and others stood behind the Holy Third Young Master, keeping a low profile.
Now in the eyes of outsiders, they are all servants of the Holy Third Young Master.
Third Young Master Sheng said: "Second uncle, please help make arrangements. They will all live at my place. I will talk to my mother first."
"OK."
The middle-aged man in Qian Huan's family nodded.
This is not his first time here. Young Master Sheng San has been living here before when he was in the Hai Clan. Originally, due to his status, he should be assigned an independent palace as an adult, but for various reasons, he still lives with his mother.
Long Xiaoshan, Weng Mengyun and others immediately came to a courtyard. This was the residence of the Third Master Sheng. It was not small inside and could accommodate a group of people.
After everyone has assigned a room.
Not long after Long Xiaoshan sat in the room, two people walked in. One was Weng Mengyun, and the other was wearing yellow clothes. He looked inconspicuous. He turned to Long Xiaoshan, clasped his hands and said, "Donor Long."
"Unknown Master."
Long Xiaoshan stood up and saw that the person in front of him was the Wuming Monk. If Long Xiaoshan hadn't already known it, he wouldn't have recognized it at all. The Wuming Monk inherited the ability of Qianmian Temple.
The servant in yellow clothes in front of me is the clone of the unknown monk.
Even the Third Young Master Sheng didn't know that there was such a person hidden among his servants.
"Unknown Master, we have arrived at the bottom of the sea. How to find the ruins of Qianmian Temple next?" Long Xiaoshan asked in a deep voice.
The unknown monk said: "Don't worry, Dragon Benefactor, the sea has changed, the continent has changed, the Thousand Faces Temple sank to the bottom of the sea, and has long been lost. Even if you have a map, you may not be able to find its original location."
Long Xiaoshan squinted his eyes and said: "Then how do you find it? The ocean is so big, we can't find it like a needle in a haystack."
The unknown monk took out an ancient jade slip with both hands and handed it to Long Xiaoshan: "This is the map of Qianmian Temple that we inherited from that year. There are many landmarks in it. If you can find one of them, you may be able to search for it according to the map.
The ruins of Thousand Faces Temple.”
Long Xiaoshan took the jade slip, thrust out his spiritual thoughts between his eyebrows, and entered the jade slip directly. A huge topographic map appeared directly in front of his eyes. It was the map of the ancient Thousand Faces Temple, although it has long disappeared in history.
But looking at the map now, we can see how grand the Thousand Faces Temple was back then, like a huge Buddhist kingdom.
In the map, Thousand Faces Temple is in the center.
But for millions of miles around, there is the Thousand Faces Temple, with countless pagodas, temples, altars... scattered on the map, the most conspicuous of which are seventy-two, and these seventy-two have huge reincarnations.
The pagoda is the hub for Qianmian Temple to control this huge Buddhist kingdom.
I copied the map into my mind in detail.
Long Xiaoshan's spiritual thoughts withdrew and returned the jade slip to the unknown monk.
He has such a powerful soul and a photographic memory that even now he can completely draw this huge map without any problem.
His eyes widened and he said: "Although this map is very large, compared with the ocean, it is still a drop in the ocean. It is extremely difficult to find the landmarks in it."
The unknown monk waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "If it were simple, I'm afraid it would have been discovered long ago."
Long Xiaoshan was silent.
He was mentally prepared to search for the ruins of Qianmian Temple, and said in a calm tone: "There is really no other way but to rely on the power of the Hai Clan, and the Holy Third Young Master and the Qianhuan Family both know that we are looking for the ruins, even if we don't ask them for help,
If we find the ruins, they will definitely come to get a piece of the pie, so it’s better to go to them directly and let them contribute.”
Long Xiaoshan has no interest in the treasures contained in the so-called Qianmian Temple ruins. What he wants is the holy spring to rescue Ling Xiaofu.
So even if Shengsanshao and the others had to divide and take away most of it, he wouldn't feel sad.
The nameless monk twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "This is the only way."
evening.
The third young master Sheng finally came back. He held a banquet in the courtyard to drink with Long Xiaoshan and others. After they were full, all the servants dispersed. Long Xiaoshan, the third young master Sheng, and several core figures of the Qianhuan family gathered together.
In the hall.
Long Xiaoshan said straight to the point: "Third Young Master, and Senior Qian Huan, I mentioned looking for ruins before, but I never said it clearly. In fact, what I am looking for is the ruins of the ancient Thousand Faces Temple."
"The ruins of Qianmian Temple?" The Holy Third Young Master frowned slightly, seeming a little confused.
Next to him, the elder Qian Huan, the second uncle of Sheng San Shao, narrowed his eyes: "Could it be the Thousand Faces Temple built by the ancient Thousand Faces Bodhisattva?"
Long Xiaoshan nodded.
The Holy Third Young Master said: "Thousand-faced Bodhisattva, is he very powerful?"
As a member of the Sea Clan, he did not know much about the past of mankind after all. Elder Qian Huan said: "Of course he is powerful. Thousand-faced Bodhisattva is the top heavenly king in ancient times and dominates the figures of an era. Moreover, the soul-residing technique he created has
There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and it is said that there are seventy-two clones of the Heavenly King. Do you think it is scary?"
"Seventy-two clones of the Heavenly King." The Third Young Master Sheng took a breath of air.
Even in ancient times, heavenly kings were not everywhere in the streets. Every heavenly king was considered a big shot.
And the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva actually controls the clones of seventy-two heavenly kings, which is simply terrifying.
"However, it is precisely because he is too rampant and controls so many heavenly kings that he arouses public anger and leads to destruction." Elder Qian Huan sighed slightly and looked at Long Xiaoshan: "You actually want to find the ruins of Qianmian Temple, that's all
It happened so many years ago, it's already an ancient legend, how can you find it?"
Long Xiaoshan took out a copied map and said: "This is the ancient map of Qianmian Temple. We already have the exact clues. Qianmian Temple is buried in the ocean. If we can find the landmarks on the map, we may be able to find Qianmian Temple."
"
Elder Qian Huan took it and checked the map. After a moment, he frowned and said, "How are you sure the map is authentic?"
Long Xiaoshan said: "Do you think I spent 300 billion spiritual stones just to play in the sea? Besides, even if the map is fake, you will still make 300 billion in vain."
Elder Qian Huan paused slightly, this is indeed the truth.
No matter how wealthy you are, you can't make fun of 300 billion spiritual stones. Therefore, whether Long Xiaoshan's map is true or false, Qian Huan's family will definitely make a profit. He smiled and said: "I made a mistake, then Fellow Taoist Long,
What are you going to do next?”
"It's not what I do. Since you said you found the ruins and you get 60%, you won't just let me do the work alone. I only have two people. It's not realistic to find a needle in a haystack, so I need to rely on your strength in the Hai Clan.
Help me search." Long Xiaoshan said.
Third Young Master Sheng and Elder Qian Huan looked at each other.
Long Xiaoshan wanted to use the power of the Hai Clan.
There is nothing wrong with this.
But... Young Master Sheng frowned: "This was not mentioned in the original conditions. If I were to contribute, it would not be at this price."
Long Xiaoshan said calmly: "This is the Thousand Faces Temple. Think about what kind of person the Thousand Faces Bodhisattva is, and what a huge wealth it would be if it were his ruins. You can't think of it, right?"
