The founder of the Wang family is a great sage of the human race, and his scriptures are sacred scriptures.
In addition, several saints were born in their family, and they all left saint scriptures.
Not all saints can leave scriptures. As long as they can leave scriptures, they are all brilliant people who can find a new way.
They can explain different ways and secrets of heaven and earth.
As for Zhang Wenchang having already obtained the Chaos Ancient Scripture, he is no longer interested in it. He also obtained the former Zibi Secret Book long ago.
The wall fell and everyone pushed back. The Jin family and the Wang family were two behemoths with deep roots. They had countless properties and dojos, and they all became targets of attack.
When they were prosperous in the past, no one dared to offend them, but now those inexplicable enemies appear one after another and constantly attack them, scattering people and industries everywhere.
The entire Beiyuan land is in flames, and the great sects who have a grudge against them have also taken action, trying their best to compete for this benefit.
Various mineral veins, treasures for cultivation, hotels, auction houses, and stone workshops have all become battlefields for contention.
The Jin family and the Wang family were wiped out.
Finally, Zhang Wenchang quickly cut through the void and left here.
This place has become a place of right and wrong. Although Zhang Wenchang is more careful and his hands and feet are cleaner, he is not willing to let anyone find any clues to implicate him.
Zhang Wenchang is committing crimes on the run. There is no grudge on the surface, but he suddenly takes action. The reason is puzzling.
Zhang Wenchang rushed towards the direction of the Zhongzhou Ancestral Line. He was going to find the Yuhua Ancestral Temple and the coordinates of the starry sky.
When Zhang Wenchang tore the void apart again, he was already in Zhongzhou.
"I can't go in right away. It seems I have to do a thunderstorm first!"
"This time I killed the Jin family and the Wang family. I gained so much. I was so full and felt so happy. After I was happy, the barriers of the level were loosened and I upgraded!"
Zhang Wenchang said to himself, and in a flash he came to the starry sky outside the Beidou again, rushing towards the depths of the universe.
Rumble.
The boundless thunder descends once again. In the dark and cold universe, the terrible thunder illuminates the dark starry sky.
This is the second level of heaven for saints!
Zhang Wenchang returned to Beidou and once again took one step forward, thousands of miles passed by in an instant.
"This mountainous area is quite interesting. It actually has such a strong charm of the avenue!" Zhang Wenchang looked at the area carefully.
"A floating life can be like a dream, but a floating life can be full of worries..."
The trees are lush, the paths paved with bluestones lead to the mountains, and there are farmers singing loudly, which creates a unique artistic conception.
The mountains and rivers here are interdependent, the mountains are lush, the mountains are dotted with lakes, and a dilapidated Taoist temple is full of the flavor of returning to nature.
Zhang Wenchang walked forward along the stone road towards the Taoist temple in the mountain.
Soon we arrived at the Taoist temple. There were no green bamboos and cypresses, nor any elixirs. There was only a simple vegetable patch covered with weeds.
"If I remember correctly, this should be the Kirin Hidden in the Fields, the unknown saint Ye Fan met described in that chapter."
Zhang Wenchang looked at this Taoist temple that had been in disrepair and was in ruins.
I looked at the old pine tree in the yard again. The leaves were sparse, and the middle of the trunk was hollow and rotten. It was obviously an old tree that was about to die.
This Taoist temple has existed for at least four thousand years, and it is full of the atmosphere of time.
This saint is a master of the Cai family. He was dragged down by Patriarch Yuantian and had to hide his name and leave his hometown.
Judging from the fact that he lived for more than 8,000 years, this person should have reached the peak of great sage cultivation, but it is a pity that he died silently here.
After searching around here, he found nothing but a broken futon, a few broken Taoist robes, a tattered fly whisk, and a small yellow earthen bag tomb.
Zhang Wenchang looked at this loess tomb, opened his eyes, and found that it was empty. Except for some tattered clothes, there were no bones left.
"Could it be that this saint has completely transformed into Taoism? Not even the hardest bones are left?"
Zhang Wenchang did not believe in evil, so he dug the grave with a wave of his hand and observed it carefully.
Sure enough, there was nothing inside, except for some damaged clothes, no bones, and no handed down holy weapons.
Zhang Wenchang covered the tomb again.
Zhang Wenchang can feel that his Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda is constantly collecting some mysterious runes. It is obvious that he is absorbing the charm of the avenue here and wants to copy the avenue he once practiced and comprehended.
Anyway, time is not urgent, Zhang Wenchang simply sits here and contemplates the Tao.
There is a special charm of the avenue here, which is very suitable for Qing Dynasty. It is full of the flavor of returning to nature.
A strong man at the pinnacle of the Great Sage transformed the Tao here, and this place will surely become a sacred land for practice in the future. The charm of the Tao left here can help those who come after him understand the world more deeply.
At this moment, the moonlight is like water and the stars are dotted. Zhang Wenchang is sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple, practicing quietly.
I don’t know how long time passed, but suddenly the sound of soft chanting came, and Zhang Wenchang opened his eyes with a swish.
At this time, a dark cloud quietly drifted by, blocking the stars and the moon in the sky. The place fell into darkness, as black as ink, and you couldn't see your fingers.
Just in front of that ancient pine tree, a Taoist priest appeared out of thin air, and he was reciting scriptures softly.
Zhang Wenchang knew that this old man was just the manifestation of the charm of the great avenue imprinted here, and was not a real living being.
The old man was wearing an ancient Taoist robe, was very skinny and short, and had a broken wooden hairpin on his head.
He walked back and forth under the tree, chanting scriptures softly in his mouth, floating around like a ghost.
A breeze blew by, the old man's figure disappeared, and the stars and moon reappeared in the sky.
Zhang Wenchang looked at the square of bluestone at the root of the tree. Its length, width and height were similar to the height of the old Taoist priest.
Zhang Wenchang examined this large smooth and flat bluestone carefully, wondering if the old man had turned into a stone like the Holy Spirit?
He opened his eyes and observed carefully, and found that it was just an ordinary piece of bluestone, but it was imprinted with some mysterious Taoist patterns.
Zhang Wenchang has been working hard recently and feels this relaxed Taoist charm, which neutralizes his impatience.
He simply lived in seclusion here and was not in a hurry to go to the Yuhua Ancestral Temple in Zhongzhou.
Every day I sit here quietly meditating and meditating silently.
He even carefully studied the volume of scriptures on the Great Way of Nature given to him by Princess Yudie.
Then it is corroborated with the scriptures on the natural avenue obtained from Yaochi Holy Land, and with the scriptures on the natural avenue from Taixuan Sect.
This is a pure land that returns to nature, without the hustle and bustle of the world, and without the lingering dragon aura or clouds and mist.
Everything here is simple and very natural, just like a light ink painting.
Listening to the farmers' singing during the day and the roars of wild beasts at night, Zhang Wenchang's heart was empty and he carefully appreciated everything here.
