I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 282 Ancient Temple in Emei

Zhang Jun jumped away and did not stop here at all. Before leaving, he climbed up to the clouds and looked back at the Xuannv Temple. He raised his hand, and thunder fell from the sky, instantly smashing the temple into pieces.

After waiting for a few more breaths, but there was no movement, he summoned the Feiyun Gourd and left quickly.

He now understands the meaning of the second rule.

These so-called sacred trees ostensibly protect the people of the town, but in fact they trap people in them and continuously provide nutrients.

Wong Tai Sin didn't know much about him, Chun Chun was just a magic stick, and he needed to go to a bigger town to get more information.

What's strange is that even though he cut down the trees, the Xuannv Empress didn't even make a move.

When I entered the Xuannv Temple, I felt that the Xuannv Temple was very strange. I thought that after killing Huang Taixian, the so-called Xuannv Empress would definitely appear. When the time came, I would kill this so-called Xuannv Empress. Female empress.

But in the end, Empress Xuannv didn't show up, which made Zhang Jun feel a little disappointed.

As for losing the blessing of the so-called sacred tree, Zhang Jun has no control over what will happen to the other half of the town.

But judging from those who are infected by the evil spirit, they will not die for a while anyway.

As for the sacred tree, even babies have to be sacrificed, so why should it be kept?
If this is what is called peace, then it’s okay not to have this peace.

It would be fairer if everyone was deceived together.

There is no need to get entangled in these details, or rather than getting entangled in these trivial details, it is better to find out the source of the strange energy.

If the evil spirit can be eliminated from the source, it will truly benefit the world.

It's just that this doesn't seem to be a condition for completing this competitive match.

There are two ways to win. The former is to kill all the opposing contestants, and the latter is to find a way to destroy this world, which is to automatically break away from this world.

But it all depends on the person. If it is really possible, Zhang Jun still wants to give it a try.

He walked all the way east.

On the way, I saw many dilapidated villages. The people in the villages were completely different and had more or less problems.

If you are younger, although you have some devious features on your body, it does not affect your activities.

But if you are old, your body will be severely deformed and your limbs will be bloated.

A few dozen miles ahead, Zhang Jun fell from the clouds.

After all, he has not entered the Tao. He has just made a move in the front, but behind him, flying a first-grade magic weapon like the Flying Cloud Gourd for so long consumes a huge amount of money.

I just happened to take the [Hate-Repelling Borodin], which can block the evil spirit, but it will also make other elixirs ineffective.

He couldn't take pills to recover quickly. To be on the safe side, Zhang Jun had to stay down and take a short break to meditate to recover.

Otherwise, if you continue to fly, you will consume too much energy. If something unexpected happens, you will not be able to deal with it, and something will go wrong.

The place is surrounded by desolation, with only a dilapidated temple standing alone on the wasteland.

Zhang Jun looked at it with his dark eyes, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the temple, he planned to rest here overnight.

When we arrived in front of the temple, we saw that the temple was dilapidated, but despite the vicissitudes of the years and the baptism of wind and rain, it still maintained a simple and dignified atmosphere.

It seems that the dilapidation of time has not diminished the glory of the temple, but has added a bit of weight to it.

At the door is a pair of tall stone lions. Although some of the carvings have been blurred, they are still very powerful.The paintings on the stone door have long faded. When you enter the temple, you can see that the main hall is full of dust and covered with cobwebs. In the empty main hall, it is so quiet that you can only hear your own footsteps.

The statues in the temple are dilapidated, but they still maintain their solemn demeanor, as if they are silently guarding this long-abandoned temple.

It can be seen that this place was once a large temple with great incense.

Most of the palace buildings here have collapsed, but the main hall is still intact, and there is not even much dust. This is due to the unique design structure of the main hall.

Zhang Jun has never studied architecture, but he has heard that the temple has a unique architectural style that makes the main hall very dusty and there is rarely dust on the Buddha statues.

While it was still dark and it was dusk, Zhang Jun was like a tourist, visiting one room after another.

There is a bell tower behind the temple.

There is a broken ancient clock on it, which is part of the missing trace. A broken scripture is exposed from under the clock. The font is blurred, but every word is full of power and mystery.

When the wind blows, the ancient clock makes a low humming sound, as if telling an ancient story.

At this time, Zhang Jun stopped and looked up at the mural on the corridor.

The murals have suffered many defects over time.

But from above you can still see a glimpse of what the world once looked like.

In the mural, an old monk is smiling, sitting on a lotus throne. His eyes are deep and clear, like a light in the abyss, guiding the lost soul.

Behind him, the golden Buddha shines. The Buddha's light shines on the earth, all things revive, and all living beings rejoice.

Zhang Jun walked forward along the direction of the mural.

The picture is harmonious until a black temple appears in the mural.

This temple is glorious and huge, but there is an evil spirit inside and out. Even just looking at the murals, Zhang Jun can feel a strong sense of oppression.

"It's a strange place!"

The moment he saw this black temple, these two words came to Zhang Jun's heart. They were so familiar.

This temple gave him almost the same feeling as the Guixing Palace in the previous competitive world.

Following the murals in front of them, many figures of ordinary people appeared. They were kneeling in front of the black temple. They only needed to kneel down and worship in order to obtain all kinds of wealth.

As the news spread, more and more people began to crawl in front of the black temple.

But as the number of believers increases, greed also grows in everyone's heart, and a huge shadow hangs over these people.

Further back, he saw a well appearing out of thin air at the front door of the black temple.

People who wanted to gain wealth, status, or even power needed to drop an object into the well to prove their piety.

So people took out their belongings and threw them down.

In the beginning, if people threw away a strand of their hair, they would get a piece of clothing woven with gold threads.

Later, people abandoned their livestock and obtained statues made of pure gold.

People find that the more valuable the things they throw in, the more treasures they get.

So people began to invest more and more things, until one day, a woman cruelly abandoned the child she had just given birth to.

From that day on, the color of the mural began to completely change to black and white, and no other colors could be seen anymore.

This black temple seems to rise from the abyss of hell.

Shadows shrouded the land, and the world began to become chaotic. Powerful men from all sides began to compete for control of the black temple, gathering people and horses to kill in rivers of blood.

"Could it be that the root of everything comes from that black temple?"

Seeing this, Zhang Jun couldn't wait to look back, but unfortunately, part of the wall behind collapsed.

Destroyed large murals.

After Zhang Jun jumped over this section, he continued to look down and saw only the old monk and eight hundred monks gathered under the black temple.

The old monk's whole body shimmered with Buddha's light. With the blessing of eight hundred monks, he was like the Buddha coming to earth and suppressing the black temple with force.

A big black hand protruded from the black temple. The black palm was covered with skeletons. Pieces of dust were rolled up, and the world was filled with chaos and darkness.

The old monk smiled slightly, his eyes full of tolerance and compassion.He stretched out his finger and pointed at the black temple. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The radiant Buddha light illuminates the earth.

The mural freezes at this moment, everything is exactly as in the story, justice triumphs over evil.

But it turns out that this is not the case. There is one last piece after the mural.

It was the back of the old monk, with a sneaky shadow. A group of figures holding swords came quietly behind the eight hundred Buddhist monks. They silently raised their swords and chopped off the head of the monk behind them.

"Hey……"

This last picture, combined with the deserted temple now, really makes people sigh with emotion.

But if what’s on the mural is true.

Then the source of everything should be in the Black Temple.

If the black temple can be destroyed, can this evil spirit be dispelled and the world restored to its original state?
In other words, destroying the black temple will destroy the world together. Zhang Jun stood in front of the mural and thought about it for a while.

There is still too little information. When we continue our journey tomorrow, it would be best to meet up with the other three senior brothers, and then we can all think of a solution together.

Although he is now the great elder of the Wusheng Sect and has a transcendent status, he still does not underestimate Huang Mao and others.

Half of why I am able to get to where I am today is Xue Haitang's help, and the other half is also the reason why I have the system.

I may have made rapid progress, but others have made it to where they are today step by step without external help. Who dares to say that they are all mediocre.

Maybe someone else already has a solution.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun walked back to the Buddhist hall, randomly tore down two wooden boards as firewood, and lit a bonfire.

Then take out the air mattress from the storage bag.

Kerosene lamp.

On the dining table, there is a self-heating hot pot, accompanied by a bottle of Fatty Happy Water.

Just waiting for the hot pot to bubble and the aroma filled the Buddhist hall, Zhang Jun held the pancake in his left hand while eating the hot pot, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Now everyone watching in the arena outside was speechless.

I knew you were here to participate in a competition, but I thought you were having a picnic.They know about Fat Boy's Happy Water.

After all, they are sold in supermarkets.

But what is that self-heating hot pot? ?It looks delicious.

And what is that soft bed under his butt? Why did it expand on its own and turn into a bed?

It seems soft and more magical than those magic weapons? ?
"Why haven't I seen this in the supermarket?"

"Is it some kind of magic weapon??"

"No, when he comes back this time, I have to ask anyway. The market for this thing is huge, but it is more convenient than those ordinary magic weapons."

Lao Zhao and others were sitting in the audience, watching Zhang Jun enjoying his picnic time, and had already begun to wonder about the value of the air mattress under his buttocks.

This thing seems ordinary, but it is actually very practical for them.

Everyone wants to make their environment better. Whether it is at home or in the competitive world, this comfortable mattress can often solve many problems.

Of course, there is also self-heating hot pot. Don’t underestimate this thing. Often in the dilemma of competitive competition, a meal of self-heating hot pot may not solve your hunger, but the spiritual comfort it brings is huge, and it is often more motivating. Outstanding potential.

After all, sometimes the strength of the two sides is not much different, and what they fight for is the same mentality.

Zhang Junzheng is eating well.

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and looked out the door.

Not long after, a green light flashed through the air, and then the green light circled in the air and landed directly in front of the temple door.

The green light dissipated, and a middle-aged Taoist figure emerged, smiling and saluting Zhang Jun.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, I have traveled three hundred miles and finally met a fellow Taoist."

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist walked straight into the door.

Zhang Jun looked at the other person up and down, and was surprised to find that he could not see the other person clearly. This Taoist seemed to be blessed by a strange Taoist charm, and the starlight flickered but was extremely dim.

"Entry?"

Zhang Jun looked carefully, but felt that it didn't look like it.

Furthermore, if they enter the Dao realm, the other party will not be able to enter this competitive world. They must be contestants in the same period as them.

But if he hadn't entered Taoism, how could he explain the inexplicable Taoism in his body?

For a moment, Zhang Jun thought of two possibilities.

The first type is that the opponent is a master at the pinnacle of the stars, and half of his feet have already stepped into the door of the Tao.

The second type is that the other party was once in the Taoist realm, but later fell into that realm.

"Invitation is worse than meeting by chance. Since we are destined to meet, why not sit down and talk."

Zhang Jun took out a soft stool from his storage bag and generously asked the other party to sit down.

"You're welcome if you're so imbecile."

The Taoist walked into the hall, sat down on the soft stool, and then said in surprise: "This stool is quite comfortable and soft. I wonder where you got it?"

"Yunhai Supermarket."

"Oh, it's the newly opened supermarket in Wushengmen. I've been there, but I was a bit unlucky. I spent five thousand spiritual stones and didn't even get the magic weapon repair coupon. I heard that this thing is very expensive. , others bought it for three thousand one piece."

"Five thousand spirit stones? You can draw them ten times in a row, but you didn't draw them??"

Zhang Jun was a little surprised.

When he opened the business, he specifically asked the second senior brother and the others to increase the probability of winning. Not to mention good luck, even people with average luck would get one if they spent a thousand spiritual stones.

If the other party really spent five thousand spirit stones and didn't draw one, then this would be too much luck.

"Haha, I am a very unlucky person."

The Taoist didn't take it seriously, as if he was used to it.

This made Zhang Jun even more curious. It's a pity that he doesn't have the Mysterious Flower Pupil in the game world. Otherwise, with the help of the Mysterious Flower Pupil, he could see what kind of destiny this guy has. He is so unlucky.

"My dear, Zhao Ju, may I ask what family and sect my friend is from, and what is his name?"

"Oh, it's poor Tao who's rude. He's a disciple of Yuxu Palace."

Zhang Jun has never heard of this name, but since it is Yuxu Palace, he has heard of it. It is one of the three sects of the Thirteen Sects of the Righteous Way and belongs to the pillar of the Righteous Way.

Although the two of them are opposed to good and evil, no one wants to take action rashly when the situation is unclear.

The main thing is that neither side is really sure.

Zhang Jun couldn't see through this Gao'emei, and Gao'emei couldn't see through Zhang Jun either.

In fact, Gao'emei was even more surprised than Zhang Jun.

I have never seen Zhang Jun, which means that the other person belongs to the devil. But since he belongs to the devil, why does the skill on his body exude a sense of righteousness at first glance.

The light of the soul flashed like thunder, and at first glance he almost recognized Zhang Jun as Zuo Xiantong, a disciple of the Shenxiao sect who came in with him.

Only when we landed did we realize it was not the other person.

Moreover, although this person was not at the peak of his concentration, his combat prowess made him dare not underestimate him. Just the sword energy emanating from his body made him feel frightened.

The two of them had no intention of getting rid of each other, so they just sat down and chatted.

Talk about the world here.

Aimei also looked sad. He opened his sleeves and saw something like a black tumor growing under the sleeves.

And this thing is obviously expanding.

Even if Gao Emei uses his special Qi to suppress it, it won't work.

He actually thought about getting rid of this thing, but the place was full of evil spirits, and food, drink, and clothing were everywhere.

Even if this thing is removed, there is no guarantee that a new one will not grow back.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun directly threw a bottle of [Bihen Boluo Dan] over to explain its efficacy, then squinted his eyes and looked at G'emei.

Ga'emei didn't expect that there was such a strange elixir.

Pick it up and look at it carefully for a moment, then open your mouth and eat it.

Seeing Ga'emei take the elixir, the smile on Zhang Jun's face grew.

This is a step to test, after all, everyone is not in the same camp.

If Amei doesn't eat, Zhang Jun will immediately leave and distance himself from him.

If Gao'emei takes the elixir, it means that he is indeed cooperating sincerely. He can provide him with the elixir and everyone will be safe.

Anyway, in order to buy rations for this idiot [Suffering Heavenly Furnace], I bought a big bag of Borodin. I can eat as much as I want.

Then Zhang Jun also generously took out snacks, self-heating hot pot and other items to share with Emei
The two of them chatted while eating, and while chatting, they talked about swordsmanship.

Gao'emei did not have deep knowledge of swordsmanship, but he was once a master of Taoism and a disciple of Yuxu Palace. He was deeply influenced by it and had his own views on swordsmanship.

Zhang Jun and Gao'emei exchanged views with each other and compared their own swordsmanship, and they immediately gained some insights.

But he didn't know that the two of them were chatting happily.

In the audience, Lao Zhao and the other four elders were almost going crazy.

"Bastard, check it out for me. Go back and check it out. It must be the rip-off person who leaked the news and made the bastard from Zhengdao send this bastard Ge'emei!!"

Lao Zhao remembered stamping his feet.

Wu Mingtong and others were sweating on their foreheads as they looked at the scenes on the arena.

The broom star of Ge'emei is famous for being unlucky, but this man is as smelly and hard as the stones in the pit. No matter how unlucky he is, he will never die.

If he doesn't die, those around him will suffer the same fate. He is like a walking super weapon.

"It's also our fault. We never expected that he would be with G'emei. It's our fault that we didn't remind him before."

Wu Mingtong looked remorseful.

"You can't say that. After all, who would have thought that Mount Emei would participate in this competition."

The four elders were extremely anxious, but Zhang Jun had no idea that he would soon be affected by the influence of Emei.

The two talked for a while, and Zhang Jun stood up and went out to drain the water. After all, he drank too much Happy Water and had a strong urge to urinate.

Zhang Jun casually walked to an inconspicuous corner and unbuttoned his belt.

"Zizzizi..."

The cool breeze blew over his face, and his body trembled. Just as Zhang Jun was about to pull up his pants, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

The footsteps came so quickly that Zhang Jun immediately became alert. When he turned around, he didn't see anything behind him.

But the footsteps are getting closer.

At this time, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Jun looked around and felt that the strange aura around him seemed to have become much stronger, but other than that there were no other changes.

Just as Zhang Jun was about to leave quickly, a strange feeling came to his mind and he looked up.

Behind the broken bricks above his head, he saw two pairs of eyes staring at him through the gaps in the bricks...

(End of this chapter)