The boss of the underworld is a wife-loving maniac

The onlookers discussed for a while, but did not come to any conclusion and dispersed. They flew away in twos and threes towards the depths of the forest. In the blink of an eye, the place became very quiet.

For most immortals, although their qualifications are mediocre and the possibility of passing the saint trial is very small, the weight of becoming a saint in the future is too heavy. How can you know if you don't try?

What's more, this forest is full of dangers. There is already such a strong evil insect, and there may be more. If we stay here, we will encounter more dangerous monsters. It is better to go deep into the secret realm to see if we can gain anything.

When the others started their journey again, Lin Chen, who was deep in the secret realm, had already reached the exit of the forest. After passing through a quiet bush, a dilapidated ancient temple appeared in front of him.

The door of the ancient temple was covered with a layer of dust and was about to fall down. It creaked in the breeze, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

There was a blank space where the window had been, with broken fairy glazed tiles scattered all over the ground. Through the window, one could see that the ancient temple was very large, but it was not clear.

"Is this the second test? This ancient temple is a little too dilapidated."

Lin Chen looked at the ancient temple covered with moss. Some tiny insects were shuttling back and forth in the moss. He didn't know what they were busy with, and he was a little curious.

He then walked towards the palace gate, but before he took a few steps, a sound of decay and breaking was heard from above.

"Click!"

Under the wear and tear of time, the weight of the ancient temple's plaque could no longer be borne by the ancient temple, and it fell heavily in front of Lin Chen. A large amount of sawdust and dust flew around, which made people inexplicably think of sprinkling salt in the air. He couldn't help laughing.

“This is too shabby.”

Lin Chen's mouth twitched slightly. He waved his sleeves, and the dust covering the plaque of the ancient temple flew away, revealing the faded light golden words.

See the temple!

“Observe the Holy Temple, Observe the Saint… Could this be the second test left by the Saint, allowing future generations to comprehend the insights left by the Saint as a requirement and reward for passing the test?”

Lin Chen speculated as he looked at the dusty stone steps with no human footprints. He was certain that no one except himself had entered the palace before him, which meant that he was the first one.

"I really can't help it. I've given them so many chances, why haven't they caught up yet? It seems I overestimated them."

Lin Chen muttered to himself. He walked up the stone steps slowly, looked at the shaky wooden door in front of him, and pushed it open carefully.

"Crack!"

As he expected, although he tried his best to restrain his strength, the wooden door structure was too decayed to support the door being pushed open.

The wooden door fell at the entrance of the palace and shattered into countless pieces of wood the moment it touched the ground.

Lin Chen didn't pay attention to the condition of the wooden door. He probed his spiritual sense into the palace, but found only a few cushions and a scroll.

The scenery depicted in the scroll is the top of an unknown mountain. In the center is a thatched house made of withered straw, which looks quite old.

On the right side of the thatched hut, an old pine stood proudly. White snow floated down from the sky and landed on the old pine, but it still could not crush the old pine's straight shoulders.

I look up to the sky and let out a long roar, how can I be an ordinary person!

A sentence suddenly rang out in Lin Chen's consciousness. The voice was bold and unrestrained, mixed with the might of a saint, and rushed straight into the sky.

This was a painting that the saint created out of inspiration. The sound that Lin Chen heard just now was the sound of joy that the saint made after he completed the painting. Although it was an illusion, his consciousness was still almost injured and he saw stars.

"It seems that he has comprehended it."

After taking a pill to restore his consciousness, Lin Chen felt better. He held his aching forehead and smiled bitterly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Although he has ambitious goals and great achievements in his previous life, he is still only an immortal in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. No matter whether it is a saint or a black-robed man from the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls, they all have the ability to kill him easily. The only thing he can do is to work hard to improve his cultivation, strive to survive with Yue, and reach the top.

"Okay... the trial of confusion and sadness is over. I'm going to start my enlightenment."

Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the cushion closest to the scroll, no longer thinking about the future. He would talk about the future in the future. His task now was to comprehend.

"Om..."

As Lin Chen's consciousness and gaze continued on the sage's painting, he seemed to have entered a mysterious state, as if his soul had left his body and was floating freely in the boundless void.

In the outside world, a faint golden divine light appeared out of nowhere, attracted by Lin Chen who was in a state of deep comprehension, and surrounded him, protecting him from being harmed by anyone.

……

Not long after Lin Chen entered the state of comprehension, a woman appeared at the exit of the forest. Jun Shui'er was very fast and arrived at the entrance of the ancient temple in an instant.

Seeing the fallen plaque and the broken wooden door of the ancient temple, Jun Shui'er was obviously stunned for a moment. She then looked around the ancient temple carefully and found a human footprint on the accumulated dust.

"It seems I'm the second one."

Jun Shui'er said softly. She walked slowly to the entrance of the palace and saw that the palace was empty except for a scroll, a few cushions, and Lin Chen who was meditating.

"Master Lin?"

Seeing Lin Chen's back, Jun Shui'er blurted out the name without thinking too much. Although she had not seen Lin Chen's face yet, she was very familiar with this back.

In the Daluo Tomb opened in Panfengling, Jun Shuier met the fat monk Yanshe and Lin Chen. She was sure that the figure behind was undoubtedly Lin Chen.

Jun Shuier then walked to the front of Lin Chen, wanting to confirm her guess. However, when she saw Lin Chen's face, she was stunned for a moment, and then her expression was a little confused, wondering if she had recognized the wrong person.

From a universal point of view, although Lin Chen in the Daluo Tomb was also very handsome, he was not as handsome as the man in front of her now. He was simply an immortal. The two were so different that she began to doubt whether she had remembered it wrongly.

"Forget it, I'll ask you later."

Jun Shui'er sat cross-legged on the cushion on the left side of Lin Chen. There was divine light surrounding Lin Chen's body. She would not disturb his comprehension and ask for trouble. She would have plenty of time to verify her guess after the comprehension or the saint trial was over.

"Om..."

Like Lin Chen, Jun Shuier also focused her consciousness and gaze on the saint's painting. She then closed her beautiful eyes and entered a special state of comprehension.