I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

The old village chief, upon hearing the Daoist's words, followed his gaze towards the distant Changping Village. But with just one look, he froze like a wooden chicken, petrified in place.

He saw golden light raging within the village, and the blood mist, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, scattered like a rat encountering a cat upon contact.

The golden light then soared straight into the heavens, vast and mighty like a great river!

Dimly, it seemed a giant god transformed, opening divine eyes to overlook the blood mist.

"Vanquish."

The majestic voice reverberated through the universe, as the divine figure brandished weapons, sweeping away the blood mist.

In the space of a few breaths, everything felt like a lifetime ago.

When the old village chief looked again, the scenery of the world radiated with vitality, just as it had in the past.

"This… what exactly happened? And what was that golden light god?" The long-bearded Daoist tugged at his beard, his face filled with astonishment.

"It must be the Immortal Master from the Quiet Void Temple!" The old village chief's hands and feet trembled with excitement, his eyes filled with tears as he gazed at Changping Village.

"Quiet Void Temple? What place is that? Why has this humble Daoist never heard of such an immortal sect?" The Daoist was greatly surprised, as he had always believed he had traveled all over the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, and knew most of the immortal sects in the world. This Quiet Void Temple was unheard of, and he had never even seen such Daoist magic and divine powers.

"Someone named Su."

Jiang Wen recalled what the Yang siblings had said, and couldn't help but frown. The drowning of the Li family's youngest son was also the work of someone named Su. These two incidents shouldn't be mere coincidences.

"You seek me out, Daoist friend, presumably because you have many doubts in your heart," Jiang Wen said with a smile. He flicked his horsetail whisk and slowly walked towards the village, stepping in the rhythm of the Dipper's steps.

"In the future, I can't be so careless. I still need to understand this world in detail first."

Using a drone to test the village with talismans, he knew that the strange happenings in the village were man-made. After all, the talismans weren't triggered, indicating that there were no ghosts or monsters in the village, which was his confident reliance.

Knowing that this world was very dangerous, yet still daring to come alone, was nothing more than relying on the golden finger of the divine statue, feeling that the world was vast and he could go anywhere. Such thinking, in a world with ghosts and gods, would lead to trouble sooner or later.

Carefully collecting the ashes of the two, Jiang Wen walked to the wooden barrel. The skull in the wooden barrel had long disappeared, along with the thick blood. The walls of the cave were riddled with holes, as if pierced by something.

"This has nothing to do with me, and I don't need to think too much about it," Jiang Wen suppressed these distracting thoughts and followed the cave's path outwards.

Chang Mingzi increasingly felt that this senior was unfathomable. The divine majesty just now was something he had never seen before. He could even feel that in that divine form, there was a kind of pure and turbid Dao rhythm, a chance that all seekers of immortality and Dao in the world craved.

His Daoist robe was tattered, and his face was covered in dirt, looking like he had suffered a disaster. Just as he was thinking of finding a place with water to wash, he heard a greeting from the sky.

Seeing him follow, Jiang Wen was secretly delighted. Seeing him arrive riding the clouds, he must be a cultivator of this world. He had been in this world for some time, but had never encountered a cultivator. This was an opportunity to get close, and he certainly had to seize it.

"Senior is wise," Chang Mingzi said with a bow.

"What Senior said is true. As fellow cultivators, I was deluded," Chang Mingzi sighed. "Just now, seeing Senior's divine might, it was truly earth-shattering. Even sages are no more than this. May I ask, which sect does Senior hail from?"

His temperament was refined, with a hint of immortal grace between his brows.

This Daoist, who called himself Chang Mingzi, walked up to Jiang Wen and bowed to him.

It was a place with complete living facilities, with a bed and tables and chairs all made. Obviously, the Yang siblings had lived here for a long time. The blood and skulls in those wooden barrels had all been carefully collected.

After resting in the cave for a while, Jiang Wen got up to examine the cave. It was too dark to see clearly at night, but now that it was broad daylight, he could see clearly. The entire mountain had been flattened, and everything in the cave was clearly visible.

When did such a big shot appear in this world? And the great immortal sects don't even know? Truly a strange thing in the world.

"A hidden immortal sect?" Jiang Wen was somewhat stunned. He didn't expect that this old man, who looked like a wise old man with a youthful face and white hair, would also start to imagine things. His small Daoist temple couldn't even be called a sect, so how could there be talk of a hidden immortal sect?

"Please allow me to meet this senior," the long-bearded Daoist said respectfully. "This humble Daoist is named Chang Mingzi, and I am the Palace Master of the Supreme Divinity Palace."

"I was still too careless. Knowing that someone was setting up a game in this village, I still dared to venture into it with courage," Jiang Wen sat on the ground and pondered. He felt that he had indeed become somewhat inflated recently.

He didn't know what exactly this blood mist was, that it could corrode the human body into such a state.

He followed behind Jiang Wen, not daring to overstep half a step, observing the Dipper's Steps. The more he looked, the more shocked he became. This step looked simple and easy to learn, but its profoundness was endless, making it difficult to fathom.

Just walking a few steps was enough to see the depth of the senior's Dao practice. Perhaps even the great sages of the immortals were no more than this.

"Hailing from? Quiet Void Temple," Jiang Wen thought for a moment and answered seriously.

"Quiet Void Temple, Quiet Void Daoist, greetings, Daoist friend."

"We are both on the path of cultivation, all walkers on this path, Daoist friend, please don't be so humble," Jiang Wen said with a smile.

This person named Su must be plotting something, otherwise, he wouldn't have set up such a big game.

Thoughts came one after another, as Chang Mingzi followed behind Jiang Wen.

And in the cave outside Changping Village, Jiang Wen leaned against the wall, panting heavily, covered in sweat.

He had a white beard fluttering, and wore a black Daoist robe. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand, and carried a sword on his back.

"Senior, please don't demean me," Chang Mingzi said with a smile. "My Dao practice is not as good as Senior's, so I can only call myself a junior."

Staring at the ash powder for a while, Jiang Wen found a porcelain container to collect it. He still couldn't stand such a scene, and when he went out, he would find a place to bury the two of them, so they could rest in peace.

The dangerous situation just now was something he had never experienced before, almost swallowing him in an instant. If he hadn't relied on the divine powers and spells exchanged with merit points, he would have died here.

"Senior, Chang Mingzi of the Supreme Divinity Palace greets you."

After Chang Mingzi finished stating his Daoist title, clouds rose beneath his feet. The whole person flew towards Changping Village.

Looking at the ground again, there were only two piles of black ash powder. Perhaps no one would have thought that these two piles of ash powder were two living people.

The old village chief told the Daoist about the Quiet Void Temple, and the Daoist pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how there could be such an immortal place in the Quiet Void Mountain.

Jiang Wen was in a daze for a while, and after regaining his senses, he also gave a salute.

"Senior is too modest," Chang Mingzi said. Not only was Senior's cultivation superb, but his character was also so devout, truly a great sage.

"Quiet Void Temple? I have never heard of this place, it must be a hidden immortal sect," Chang Mingzi said after stroking his beard for a long time.

Since the other party's thoughts were undergoing a process of divine transformation, why not follow the other party's thoughts? If it came to Dao, who would this only heir of Daoism in this world be afraid of? When it came to the art of speaking, the Daoist school had never yielded to anyone, not even the Confucian school.

"This humble Daoist has already calculated that you would come," Jiang Wen spoke first. "This calamity, how do you view it?"

"…" Chang Mingzi was silent for a while, then saluted with one hand. "In this junior's view, although demons and monsters in the world are evil, they are not as evil as the human heart."