Free Web NovelAlthough the Hanging Temple had an ancient and grand Aura, it did not appear large from the outside.
Each Yao Race followed a different guest-leading monk into this thousand-year-old ancient temple, immediately feeling waves of chanting, and although the temple was large, there were no pilgrims, making it appear even more serene.
In fact, the Hanging Temple remained secluded year-round; its gates were tightly shut except when the heavenly divine jade descended once every sixty years.
The Water Race's guiding monk, also clad in a patchwork robe, was not old. He simply led the way quietly, remaining silent throughout the journey.
"With so many different races living in the temple, won't there be conflicts?"
Li Mo couldn't help but feel curious.
"I think probably, it should be... yes?"
Murong Xiao looked into the distance.
"Hm?"
"Brother Li, see for yourself."
He followed the direction of Murong Xiao's finger.
Before the main hall of the temple, a group of Qin Race and a group of Water Race were confronting each other, both sides full of aggressive Aura, with many Yao making a formidable display.
"Our Peerless Sky蛟, with strength to pull mountains and an Aura that covers the world, as for a mere Qingluan Goddess, once she falls into his hands, hmph hmph!"
"Crude and ignorant, when has the Qin Race ever relied on brute force to win? Our Goddess's body is like a startled swan's shadow, Wu Mo can't even touch a single one of her hairs. Do you know what hair is? Do you have any?"
"Body shaming, you're body shaming, aren't you!"
"If you have the guts, then strike, if you hit me, I'll just lie down."
"Hetui!"
The two sides argued fiercely, but after all, the main offensive player on the Qin Race side was a parrot, with an incredibly strong firepower of eight sprays per second.
What was even more terrifying was that he provoked while constantly ready to lie down; who could win a verbal battle against him?
The Water Race side couldn't bear it anymore and chose to temporarily replace their player with a water arrow frog.
Spitting to retaliate.
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Xiao Li, the Heavenly Dragon, covered his face and quickly pulled Murong Xiao to catch up with the group, fearing being seen by these two groups of Yao.
Entering the side hall, there was actually a hidden world within, a water swamp nestled by mountains and rivers.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether they were still inside the Hanging Temple, or if they had passed through the side hall's portal, reaching another part of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a mere Close at hand Tianya away.
Li Mo had never seen such a method even in Sword City, which showed the profound strength of the Hanging Temple.
Hm....
No wonder the Yao of Southern Xinjiang didn't dare to act once they entered the temple.
Upon reaching the wing room by the water swamp, Wu Qing and Murong Feng, along with a familiar old monk, were inside, and the guiding monk from earlier stepped forward to perform a Disciple's bow.
"Son, you're here."
"Quickly come and pay your respects to Great Master Hengyuan."
Murong Xiao was startled.
Li Mo glanced at him and said:
"Great Master, how have you been?"
"Amitabha."
The kind-faced old monk Hengyuan smiled in greeting.
After greeting him, Li Mo remained silent. He had just seen the old monk Hengyuan's recent encounter through his Tianming Divine Eye.
【He has been observing for a long time, wishing to overcome all difficulties and take Murong Xiao as his Disciple.】
As expected, Wu Qing spoke, hoping her son would temporarily stay at the Hanging Temple.
"But I am already a Disciple of the Qingyuan Sect." Murong Xiao scratched his bald head, looking at Li Mo.
"As long as the Elder agrees, joining another sect is also permissible."
"Hm....."
Murong Xiao's face showed struggle.
Li Mo thought for a moment and said, "The Hanging Temple is in Southern Xinjiang after all, and you can often see your parents."
The Hanging Temple is a prestigious and renowned Zen sect. Furthermore, to be fair, Brother Murong's Heart-Nature is more suited for Buddhist martial arts.
Moreover, his Half-demons body also requires Buddhist teachings for harmonization.
Although he might not be able to invest in Brother Murong in the future, he also hoped his friend could have a better future.
Murong Xiao struggled for a while, as he had never thought of joining Buddhism.
But after careful consideration and learning that the Hanging Temple allowed returning to secular life, he agreed.
"Let's go."
Wu Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The couple was taking Murong Xiao to the main hall of the Hanging Temple with Hengyuan.
Coincidentally, Li Mo also wanted to make some records with his Tianming Divine Eye before competing for the heavenly divine jade.
So everyone walked out of the side hall's hidden world where the Water Race resided.
From time to time, monks bowed to Hengyuan, and some Yao Race showed reverence.
As he walked, he took out a small notebook to record.
【Name: Biaolie】
【Age: 47】
【Bone Structure: A trace of Qiongqi Bloodline.】
【Realm: Seventh Grade Late Stage (Guan Shen Realm Late Stage).】
【Destiny: Blue】
【Evaluation: Qiongqi Clan, Bloodline still thin】
【Recent Encounter: Failed to withstand the test of the ancestral true spirit when entering the Myriad Yao Tower of the Hanging Temple.】
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【Name: Yumiao】
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【Name: Qiuyu】
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Along the way, he encountered many Yao Race, not a few of whom had strong Innate Bloodline.
Li Mo walked and wrote, marking down those worth investing in.
"I have only mastered one of the Seventy-Two Transformations. If I could obtain a drop of essence blood from these races, wouldn't I be able to gain many more transformations?"
If he ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) could transform into a Qingluan, he could go to the Qin Race's hidden world right now.
He lamented the scarcity of transformations when he needed them most....
Envious.
As they walked, Wu Qing's footsteps suddenly paused.
"Husband, we've come here again."
"Decades have passed in a flash."
The couple looked nostalgic.
Li Mo looked around and saw an ancient green tree with lush, dense branches and leaves like a canopy. Many colorful brocade pouches were tied to its extended branches, fluttering in the wind.
Many Yao were also trying to hang their brocade pouches on it.
"This Marriage Tree is still the same."
Wu Qing had made a wish before the Marriage Tree back then, and not long after, she met Murong Feng.
"Xiao Mo, why don't you try? It's very effective."
Murong Feng turned around and took out a brocade pouch:
"When my wife and I came to fulfill our wish, the brocade pouch my wife hung back then fell off. It's for you."
Taking the brocade pouch, Li Mo shook his head and said:
"I'm not very superstitious about these things."
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Midnight.
No Yao around.
A figure, taking advantage of the night, slipped out of the side hall where the Water Race lived and arrived before the Marriage Tree, finding the place deserted, unlike the bustling daytime, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With a light leap, he jumped onto the tree.
A new brocade pouch appeared on the tree.
Among the many brocade pouches, it was not conspicuous.
Having done all this, a certain Heavenly Dragon patted his hands contentedly, about to turn and leave.
Clatter--
A soft sound.
The brocade pouch he had just hung fell down.
"Hm? Did I not tie it tightly just now?"
Li Mo mumbled, and climbed onto the tree again.
A long while later.
Xiao Li, the Heavenly Dragon, who watched the brocade pouch fall from the Marriage Tree for the third time, scratched the back of his head in bewilderment. freewebnσvel.cøm
Even a double knot was useless?
This was just too weird!
Was he unworthy?
Or was there something wrong with the Marriage Tree?
Logically, the brocade pouch should only fall when a wish is fulfilled!
"Just one more try...."
Li Mo was not convinced. This time, he prepared to climb the Marriage Tree using his hands and feet, following the method he had heard about.
He had only climbed halfway.
Suddenly, a familiar, clear and serene voice came from behind him:
"What... are you doing?"
