Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel.

Chapter 271: The Changes in Incense
Could this be the statue of Taoism?
[Clay statue (level 0): A golden statue of an ancient god. The incense has died out. As time passes, it has turned into dust. There is no trace of magic left (details)]

Looking at the clay sculpture on the altar, Chu Zheng's eyes flickered, and he became suspicious. He asked for detailed information about the golden statue.

[Detailed information: It was made billions of years ago, the exact time is unknown, and no information remains. ]

Looking at the information on the clay sculpture, Chu Zheng couldn't help but frown, and his spiritual eyes couldn't find any information.

Judging from the existing information, this golden body has nothing to do with Daozu, and some traces of Daozu's golden body can be seen.

Although he did not know the exact year when this tomb was built, he could be sure that it could not be traced back to billions of years ago.

Judging from some information he had obtained before, this small world should not have experienced such a long period of time.

The spiritual herbs picked from the outskirts by the monks who first entered this tomb were at most a hundred thousand or even a million years old.

It is not very accurate to simply use spiritual medicine to judge the existence time of a secret realm.

Many spiritual medicines have an upper age limit. After thousands or even tens of thousands of years, they will not continue to grow.

The maximum age of some spiritual medicines is a thousand years. After they mature, even after another 100,000 years, they will still only be a thousand years old.

But at least it can serve as a reference.

Because among the spiritual medicines that were first mined, there were some unmatured holy medicines that were less than a million years old.

This is enough to explain some problems.

Even if we speculate the age as far back as possible, this tomb only has a history of millions of years.

This is totally inconsistent with the years that this statue has gone through.

The only explanation is that this temple existed here before this small world was born.

This sounds like it's a bit of a reversal of cause and effect, but it's not impossible.

A small world does not necessarily have to be created by oneself. If one's cultivation level is high enough, it is not difficult to directly invade a world.

The origin of this tomb is extremely unusual. This small world might be a cemetery specially prepared for it.

This temple was brought here by chance and has been preserved to this day.

The temple was empty except for the statue of the deity. The incense burner on the altar still had dust and ashes left over from ancient times.

Chu Zheng walked slowly to the statue, sat down cross-legged, stared at the dusty clay figure in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

The fact that it has not decayed after billions of years suggests that at some point many years ago, this golden body was still nourished by incense and vows.

The name of this place is Zhengchu Daojun Temple, and the face of the statue is exactly the same as his original body. It would be too far-fetched to say that all these are coincidences.

After a long silence, Chu Zheng stood up and walked out of the temple. He used his divine sense to find a lone young monk, and directly took action to capture him into the temple.

The young monk has an ordinary appearance. His name is Mu Xin. He has just entered the third realm of cultivation and his bone age is less than 30 years old. In the previous Cang Yun Realm, he would also be among the top 100 on the Hidden Dragon List.

In the Tianwu world, such talent seems a bit ordinary and can only be regarded as having some talent.

The Tianwutong tree that came across the sea of ​​stars raised the foundation of the entire Tianwu world by at least two levels.

The large world where the most powerful beings exist is far stronger than the Cang Yun Realm.

Looking at Chu Zheng's bloodshot eyes, Mu Xin's face turned pale. He closed his eyes tightly, muttered something, and kept praying for the ancestor's protection.

In the tomb, he was abducted by a flying corpse, and his fate was self-evident.

The best ending is to be sucked dry of blood and die, but the body can still be intact. If this flying corpse has any special hobbies, it will be difficult to have an intact body.

"Copy the face of this statue."

The hoarse whisper echoed in the temple. Mu Xin was startled and opened his eyes cautiously.

pat-

A pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstone were thrown beside him. A flying corpse covered with purple hair stood not far away, like an iron tower, emitting a cold light.

Mu Xin did not dare to be negligent at all. He spread out the drawing paper tremblingly and began to copy on the spot.

Although his body was shaking, his hands were incredibly steady and he did not dare to move at all. Copying the statue before him might be his only chance of survival.

After a while, a clay statue of a god appeared on the paper, vivid and lifelike.

It was not until he saw his own face appear on the canvas with his own eyes that Chu Zheng finally shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

This is indeed not the golden body of the Taoist Patriarch, it is simply a statue that looks exactly like him.

For a moment, Chu Zheng couldn't help but fall into great confusion. Judging from the speed of time flow in the Chaos Sea, Zhengchu Daojun was just a deity who had existed for more than a thousand years.

Although there are many believers, their offerings and wishes are mixed, and there are not many truly fanatical believers.

It doesn't match the years that the statue in front of us has experienced at all.

Moreover, as Chu Zheng is the true body of Zhengchu Taoist, it is impossible for him to have no sense of his own golden body.

For a moment, the temple fell into an eerie silence.

Mu Xin stood aside trembling with fear, his heart filled with torment, not knowing what would become of him.

If he had known that the periphery of the tomb was so dangerous, he would never have set foot here.

After a moment, Chu Zheng came back to his senses from his deep thoughts, took out three sticks of incense, handed them to Mu Xin, pointed at the altar, and said slowly:

"For the next year, you must worship him as a god, kowtow to him every morning and evening, and burn incense at dawn and dusk. When the year is up, I will let you go and give you another opportunity."

He will try to awaken the golden body with a wisp of incense and vows. If the golden body can be reactivated by the incense and vows, then he will definitely be able to find some new clues from it.

No matter what, he had to find out the secret hidden in this statue.

Along the way, his path had already been paved for him by others. From the Cangyun Realm to the Chaos Sea, to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms, although there were dangers everywhere, he was able to escape danger in the end.

Chu Zheng didn't think it was because he had any outstanding qualities. There were many tricks involved that were difficult to consider clearly.

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, Mu Xin was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he didn't dare to ask more questions. He took the incense handed to him by Chu Zheng and came to the altar.

After lighting the incense, he knelt on the ground with a pious look, kowtowed three times respectfully, and silently said in his heart:

'Please, the Ancient Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Dao Ancestor, the Saints of all Daos, the Universal Buddha, and the Great God of Luck, bless me to escape this disaster...'

At this moment, he, who had never believed in gods, recited the names of all the ancient gods he knew, hoping to seek the protection of one of the gods.

After a while, he stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

hum-

There was a dull roar from the sky, a faint ripple appeared, and the three scents of incense in the furnace were cut off.

Mu Xin's expression froze for a moment, and he felt dazed for a moment.

Chu Zheng, who was standing by, also frowned. The incense was gone, which meant that the gods had rejected the worship this time and did not accept the wishes of the believers. How could this happen?
Such an unusual scene made Chu Zheng confused for a moment. This shouldn't be the case.

This statue has been dead for who knows how many years, so how could it refuse people's worship?

"What were you thinking about when you were worshiping God just now?"

Coming back to his senses, Chu Zheng glanced at Mu Xin standing beside him and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't think of anything."

Mu Xin panicked and waved his hands repeatedly, his heart was filled with turbulent waves. Could it be that the words he just said in his heart were really heard by an unknown existence?

What he just silently recited were all the gods passed down from ancient times. If there really were gods who heard his prayers, they should not reject him.

Without waiting for Mu Xin to think about it, Chu Zheng took out another handful of incense sticks, put them aside, and raised his hand to signal Mu Xin to continue.

Mu Xin calmed his increasingly nervous heartbeat, walked forward slowly, took out three sticks of incense, and asked carefully:
"May I ask what is the title of this deity?"

"Zhengchu Daojun."

Chu Zheng replied casually, his scarlet eyes fixed on Mu Xin's every move, trying to find some clues.

Mu Xin didn't dare to think any more. After kowtowing respectfully, he silently recited the name of Zhengchu Taoist, lit the incense, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered with intelligence, and he saw a wisp of invisible incense power slowly floating up and being absorbed by the golden body.

call--

A breeze suddenly blew inside the temple, brushing away the thick dust on the altar, making the temple look brand new.

In an instant, Chu Zheng's body shook slightly, and a vast and boundless starry sky appeared in his mind, flashing away.

At the same moment, the original body, which was far away in the myriad worlds, felt something in its heart and soon realized the existence of this golden body.

This golden body was successfully activated by Mu Xin and established a connection with Chu Zheng's real body.

Suddenly, Chu Zheng's heart was filled with shock. Is this golden statue really his? !
Billions of years ago, there already existed this person called Zhengchu Daojun?

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed, as if covered by a layer of shadow. The two words "Zhengchu" were just a Taoist name he chose on the spur of the moment.

But looking back now, it’s not that simple.

If it is Zhengchu Daojun, he must have existed billions of years ago and his appearance is exactly the same as his.

So is he Chu Zheng or Zhengchu Daojun?
For a moment, Chu Zheng began to doubt the authenticity of his existence.

He was certain that, apart from the memory of his time as a cultural relic restorer, there was no memory of his past life left in his mind.

All the strange things that were happening before him now had forced him to doubt that there might be some problems with his memory of reincarnation.

"Senior? Is that ok?"

Mu Xin stood aside, looking nervous and a little uneasy.

This time, he did not have any more random thoughts. He worshipped Zhengchu Daojun almost as if he were his own father, with great piety. He thought there should be no problem.

Chu Zheng came back to his senses, did not say anything, walked to the side, sat down cross-legged, his eyes a little gloomy, this thing was completely beyond his expectations, making him very uncomfortable.

In fact, he had vaguely suspected a long time ago that someone was secretly helping him, and that he, Zhao Tingxian, and even Shang Cangyun might be that person's pawns.

He has always been thinking of making the best of things, but the discovery of this golden body has given him more speculations.

After sorting out his thoughts, Chu Zheng had two guesses in his mind.

Judging from the state of this golden body, Zhengchu Daojun is a deity that has long died. The incense has stopped burning, the golden body is covered with dust, and the temple is filthy.

The first guess is that Zhengchu Daojun died for some reason, entered the cycle of reincarnation, and was reborn as his previous life. After living his life as a mortal, he was reincarnated again into the Cangyun Realm.

Due to some accident, he retained some memories of his previous life in this life. The so-called repair panel might also be the work left by that Taoist.

The second guess is that this life is not a simple reincarnation as he understands.

He might have arrived in the vast universe in front of us a long time ago, experienced various reasons, and even walked a similar path to the present one, which led to the existence of Zhengchu Daojun.

Later, due to unknown reasons, he fell into the underworld again, and during the process of reincarnation, he lost his memory.

Due to the existence of memories of past lives, Chu Zheng has never doubted the existence of past and present lives.

But if this life is not the first life he thinks it is, the meaning of it becomes difficult to grasp.

The thoughts in his mind were a little confused. Chu Zheng pondered for a long time but still had no clue.

In this small world, the sun and the moon run parallel to each other, the distinction between day and night is very vague, and the passage of time is almost invisible.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his body motionless, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Mu Xin dared not step out of the temple. He burned incense every day, kowtowed in the morning and evening, and followed the routine, not daring to overstep the boundaries in the slightest.

Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes. His gaze became clear and all his depression was gone. All unnecessary thoughts were eliminated from his mind.

After much thinking without any results, he has put aside some of his stubborn ideas.

He stood up and looked up at the statue on the three-foot-high altar, his eyes slightly cold.

Looking at it again at this moment, this dead golden body seemed to be foreshadowing his future ending, and he unconsciously felt a little nauseous.

In the final analysis, it all comes down to strength.

No matter what this Taoist who lived billions of years ago experienced that led to his death, he would not let the same result happen to him.

This kind of secret involves the ancient times and even the prehistoric times. In today's universe, I am afraid that no one else knows it except the Taoist Ancestor.

As long as... he can find that Taoist Ancestor, perhaps many of his questions can be answered.

However, the threshold to meet this Taoist master is probably much higher than he imagined.

Chu Zheng slowly exhaled, turned around and walked out of the temple.

There are many ancient corpses in this tomb, which are no less valuable than elixirs and medicines. They can push his cultivation to the seventh level as soon as possible.

Mu Xin stood in front of the temple gate, hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not dare to step over the threshold.

It's only a year or so, he can definitely wait.

As for whether this flying corpse will really keep its promise one year later, only God knows.

At this moment, he could only comfort himself in his heart.

(End of this chapter)