Walking into the temple, the interior is very simple, with a slightly larger room in the middle and two side rooms on both sides.
There is a wooden statue enshrined in the middle. The wooden statue holds a wooden sword and looks majestic.
"This is the wooden statue of Wu Sheng, carved when the temple was built."
Zou Cailiang explained on the side.
Qi Wenhai said in surprise: "It's been almost four hundred years, and this wood hasn't rotted?"
No matter how good the wood is, unless it sinks to the bottom of the water, it will rot, especially if it is eaten by insects.
Qi Wenhai was surprised that this wooden statue could be preserved for four hundred years.
Zou Cailiang said: "This wooden statue is made of giant wood and is not afraid of insects."
Long Chen looked at the wooden statue carefully. The wooden statue of Wu Sheng was about a little over seven feet, less than eight feet. Apart from its majestic appearance, there was nothing special about it.
"Is Wu Sheng like this? It feels so ordinary."
Guan Yue looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but said.
The brother behind him said: "Martial Saint rules the world with his martial arts, and he is not a pretty boy."
Long Chen walked to the side. The house was built with strips of stone. Covered by huge trees, the temple looked dark and damp, with thick moss growing on the stone walls.
Long Chen looked carefully at the stone wall and saw some written records on it.
Long Chen found a piece of wood and carefully scraped off the moss, revealing some words on the wall:
In the twelfth year of Wude, the Holy Lord planted three thousand sacred trees and ordered Captain Zou Heng to guard them from generation to generation to prepare for the ghosts.
The text is very brief, except for this paragraph, there is nothing else.
"Brother Zou, your ancestor was a captain of the Martial Saint?"
Long Chen turned around and asked Zou Cailiang.
Zou Cailiang nodded and said: "Yes, I heard from the elders that our ancestor was an infantry captain. He originally followed Shi Potian, but later joined Wu Sheng."
Walking to the stone wall, Zou Cailiang read the text carefully and said in surprise: "No one has visited this wall for a long time. The moss has covered the text. We only heard the legend and did not know that there was any written record."
Zou Cailiang originally only heard the legend, but now that he saw written records, he was sure that the legend was true.
Guan Yue didn't know much about literacy. After reading the written records, he admired: "My ancestor Zou, the governor, actually fought with Wu Sheng. It's amazing. No wonder you can be the governor."
Zou Cailiang smiled bitterly and said: "Just a small governor of Anmu City."
Hearing these words, Long Chen was a little embarrassed. He had already promised to help Zou Cailiang find a good job, but nothing happened.
"Those who followed the Martial Saint in the battles back then are still passed down by their descendants. Apart from Xixia, Eastern Zhou and Nanliang, your Zou family is the only one left, right?"
Long Chen wanted to know how many of those people were left.
Zou Cailiang said: "Actually, you should have thought that apart from the three generals who established the country and maintained the inheritance, we, the Zou family, should be the only ones who followed Wu Sheng in the war."
"The three major royal families have the secret method passed down by the Martial Saint, but others do not. Most of them chose the three major dynasties and entered the court as officials. Their descendants are the noble families of each dynasty."
"But once the emperor and his court officials were established, at the beginning of the founding of the country, those generals were still there, but then they gradually declined."
"Even if there are descendants of the founding generals, they are mediocre people, just like me."
This is to be expected, the founding emperor and the generals still have a comradeship.
When the second and third generations of emperors ascend the throne, these founding generals will become arrogant and domineering powerful officials and must be eliminated by every possible means.
In four hundred years, the forces in the DPRK have changed countless times.
Long Chen smiled slightly awkwardly and said: "If it can be spread to this day, the Zou family can be on par with the royal family."
Zou Cailiang smiled and said: "You are flattering me to kill me. How can I dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with the royal family?"
"Speaking of which, Jing Tianlie is also a founding general."
Qi Wenhai asked in surprise: "Ancestor Jingtian Lie also fought with the Martial Saint?"
Zou Cailiang nodded and said: "Yes, but these are not important anymore. After four hundred years, they are all legends."
Even if our ancestors followed the Martial Saint and achieved great military exploits, so what? We can no longer protect our descendants.
Guan Yue said: "It's different. Even if we go back eighteen generations, we still can't find anyone who is great."
Zou Cailiang smiled and said nothing.
This is why men have to work hard to build a career. If they don't work hard to become famous, future generations will not have the qualifications to brag.
Long Chen carefully scraped off the moss on the wall, trying to find some more words, but found nothing.
"Does the Martial Saint have any descendants?"
Long Chen suddenly asked.
Zou Cailiang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. Our ancestors only left behind the legend of our Zou family."
Guan Yue said: "I think there must be one. The Martial Saint is so powerful, so he won't have to cut off his descendants. If I were the Martial Saint, I would have to give birth to dozens or hundreds of sons."
The brother behind him laughed and said: "You are more powerful than the old Li family boar."
Another brother laughed and said: "How is it possible? Lao Li's boar has given birth to at least hundreds of piglets."
Guan Yue's words caused a burst of laughter.
Long Chen nodded, slightly disappointed, as things about the Martial Saint were still unclear.
"Go back."
After looking inside and out but not finding any clues, Long Chen got up and walked back.
"What's going on with this tree?"
Qi Wenhai saw a fallen tree with burnt bark.
Guan Yue also felt strange and asked: "Isn't it said that water and fire are invulnerable? Why was it burned?"
Zou Cailiang said: "This was struck by lightning. There is nothing that can be done about the lightning strike. No one can withstand it."
Long Chen saw that one of the wooden cores that had been struck by lightning was carbonized, but the small section in the middle was still intact.
Long Chen stretched out his hand to fold it, but it seemed as if he had caught a piece of fine iron, and it kept folding.
"So tough?"
Long Chen said in surprise.
Zou Cailiang said: "This is what is left after burning. It is very tough and must be hit with a heavy hammer to break."
Guan Yue didn't believe it, rolled up her sleeves and said, "How can it be so small that it can't be folded?"
Holding Mu Xin with both hands, Guan Yue pulled it back hard, but Mu Xin didn't move at all.
Zou Cailiang smiled and said, "You don't believe me after I told you."
Guan Yue rubbed her waist, shook her head and said, "So powerful?"
Long Chen held Mu Xin with both hands, his true energy was flowing all over his body, and he let out a roar before Mu Xin broke.
"King Wu is still awesome."
Guan Yue sighed in praise.
Mu Xin was only the size of chopsticks, but it weighed more than ten kilograms. Long Chen secretly admired the magic of this thing.
"It couldn't have been struck by lightning, right?"
Long Chen suddenly thought of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures in fantasy, but then he shook his head and sighed: "It's not like cultivating immortals, it's like lightning striking a tree."
Guan Yue asked: "Sir, what is lightning strike wood?"
Long Chen pointed to the chopped tree and said with a smile: "The wood that has been struck by lightning is the wood struck by lightning."
Guan Yue joked and asked: "Are people who have been struck by lightning called people struck by lightning?"
Qi Wenhai frowned and said: "If I chop you into ashes, where will there be anyone left?"
Long Chen smiled and said: "That's called a thunderous person."
Everyone burst out laughing.
After collecting Mu Xin, Long Chen returned to the town. It was already getting late. He stayed in the town for the night and went to Qingshan City the next day.
...
Capital, Jujin Tower.
A thin old man with a fleshless face entered the attic.
"Subordinate Mo Lin, please pay homage to the host."
This person is Mo Lin, the watcher of Wanjin Tower.
"sit."
Shen Wanjin said coldly, and Mo Lin sat down on the chair next to him.
"Gan Xin betrayed and Jian Chen missed. It's up to you to continue the pursuit."
