Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 278: Martial Temple, Upper Realm, Statue
The big ship sailed forward in the sea, stirring up a wave.

Three days passed in a flash, and the waterway was relatively safe. Such large merchant ships generally would not encounter pirates. In addition, it was a cold winter, so even pirates were unwilling to take risks.

However, there was one thing that troubled Fang Xuan. It was the coldest time of the year in winter, and the waves on the sea were relatively light. In addition, such a large merchant ship was moving extremely slowly.

Ten days later, land was first seen on the sea, and the dock was crowded with people.

After entering Zhongzhou, Fang Xuan and Xiang Jie rode on horseback. After half a month, a towering city that was several times wider than any city in Haizhou finally came into view. The whole city exuded an ancient atmosphere, and the faint aura it emanated made people feel depressed.

Fang Xuan had traveled all the way from Pingjiang County, and the largest city he had been to was Longcheng in Jizhou. However, Longcheng pales in comparison with the city before him.

The city gates are heavily guarded, and one can feel the strong energy in the city without using any means.

This is the capital of the Dayang Dynasty. All nine provinces were once under its jurisdiction.

Once you enter the city, you can see noble and magnificent carriages everywhere, all of which demonstrate their status.

Passing by a tavern, a loud noise caught Fang Xuan's attention, and a man and a horse stopped to watch.

An old man in tattered clothes was being chased and beaten by several slaves. Behind him was a young man with aristocratic appearance, watching and laughing.

Fang Xuan had seen this kind of thing in Pingjiang County before.

What surprised Fang Xuan was that even in the capital of Dayang Kingdom, the people's indifference made people feel cold in their hearts.

The people are cold-hearted and the nobles regard the lives of the people as worthless.

In such a situation, how could the Dayang Dynasty not perish!

Xiang Jie thought Fang Xuan wanted to intervene, and said calmly: "This kind of thing can happen hundreds of times a day in this huge capital city. You can't manage it all."

Fang Xuan also said calmly: "It is time for the world of Jiuzhou to change!"

After saying that, Fang Xuan pulled the reins and walked away silently.

The old man's screams seemed to have never occurred.

The capital was indeed very large. Half an hour later, the two had not yet reached the Temple of Martial Arts.

Fang Xuan dismounted from the horse, holding the reins, and walked slowly down the street.

Seeing that Fang Xuan was not eager to go to the Martial Temple, Xiang Jie reminded him, "The Martial Temple is not far ahead."

Fang Xuan waved his hand instead and said, "This is my first time in the capital of Dayang. I should take a good look at the local customs and practices so that I can take over the Nine Provinces in the future.

There is no rush for the Martial Temple!"

Even Xiang Jie, who has a calm temperament, couldn't help but twitch his lips at this moment.

Just then, a barefoot monk came towards them and passed by them.

Fang Xuan didn't care. In troubled times, people believed less in gods and Buddhas, but monks and Taoists were not uncommon.

On the contrary, Xiang Jie's expression slightly changed. After a moment of silence, he said, "I will take you to the Martial Temple some other day. During this time, you can walk around the city more."

Without even saying a word of apology, Xiang Jie had already ridden his horse and disappeared into the street.

Fang Xuan looked at Xiang Jie's receding figure and just said lightly, "Weirdo."

In the next few days, Fang Xuan found an inn nearby, went shopping during the day, and tempered dragon scales at night.

Not far from the inn where Fang Xuan was staying, there were taverns, brothels, and a temple with lingering Buddhist chants. The two seemed close yet far away, as if they were separated by two different times and spaces.

Taverns and brothels are bustling with people every night, and the whole street is filled with the strong smell of cosmetics. In this chaotic world, these places are the most popular business.

Even though there was a steady flow of money every day, the women in the brothels all looked haggard.

A night of luxury seems to be money borrowed from God, which will always be returned in another form.

The temple closest to the brothel is called Baihe Temple. Fang Xuan can't say he has a problem with monks, but he isn't very close to them either.

On this day, Fang Xuan just passed by Baihe Temple, and a barefoot monk walked out of the temple and waved to Fang Xuan. Fang Xuan felt that he seemed to have seen this monk somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where for a moment.

There were not many pilgrims to Baihe Temple, and the incense was sparsely burned in the temple. During this period, most of the people who could come to the temple to burn incense were women from wealthy families.

Following the barefoot old monk to a side hall, Fang Xuan sat on a cushion at the old monk's signal.

The old monk spoke as if he were a close friend of Fang Xuan, and asked with a smile: "Can a treacherous person write a good poem that will go down in history?"

Fang Xuan didn't understand poetry, so he thought about it and nodded: "It should be possible!"

"As a great poet, does he have any shameful deeds to hide behind the scenes?"

"Have!"

Fang Xuan didn't know why the old monk asked this question, he just answered based on his feeling.

The old monk smiled and said, "You are quite a Buddhist. The succession of dynasties and the cycle of cause and effect all have two sides. It is a good thing to create eternal peace for the people."

Fang Xuan was confused by what he heard and looked at the old monk with some doubt.

The old monk smiled and said, "You are curious. We have never met before, so why are we sitting here today and talking so strangely?"

Fang Xuan did not comment.

The old monk laughed and said, "It doesn't matter what you say, and it doesn't matter whether we have met or not. What matters is that we have met."

"In the Dharma Ending Age, people in the world are like grass in a drought year. After being moistened, they will be full of vitality again."

Dragon blessing has come to the world, and the thirst of all living things can be quenched!"

After saying this, the old monk disappeared into the side hall, leaving behind only a long and continuous sound of Sanskrit.

Three days later, Xiang Jie found Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan finally saw the true appearance of the Martial Temple.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Fang Xuan still felt a lot of surprises.

Nine precious trees over thirty feet long, covered with a layer of amber-like substance, support the entire huge hall. The carved beams and painted buildings look all rustic in front of them.

This huge building lies quietly in this capital, like a sleeping lion!
Since it is a temple, it should be worshipped by warriors all over the world.

However, the Temple of Martial Arts was built too high, giving people a feeling of being out of touch with the world.

Following Xiang Jie, they entered the Martial Temple, which was surprisingly simple inside. The only thing that caught Fang Xuan's eyes was the nine tall golden statues standing on both sides.

These statues are not Buddha statues, but real human statues. Apart from the golden color, they look no different from ordinary people.

Fang Xuan stared at it blankly, his mind a little dazed.

These statues are obviously dead, but they give people the feeling that they are living people staring at you.

This feeling is amazing!
"Brother Fang, stop staring at him!" Xiang Jie patted Fang Xuan and reminded him in a low voice.

Fang Xuan was a little puzzled: "Are these statues alive?"

Xiang Jie did not answer directly, "These are all the upper-level warriors who have appeared in Jiuzhou since the establishment of the Martial Temple. They are all legends and myths! They are also the roots of Jiuzhou martial arts!"

Upper realm!

Fang Xuan still doesn't know what the upper realm means!
A realm?
Or are there many realms above?
“No one knows where they ended up, but as long as one’s heart is pure, one can sense that these golden clay statues have a very mysterious aura!”

Xiang Jie looked at the nine statues!

It is because of the existence of these nine people that Kyushu can be so stable!

Even though wars continue, overall, it is still a peaceful and prosperous era!
(End of this chapter)