Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Could this be the statue of Daozu?

[Clay (Level 0): The golden body of an ancient god, the incense has ceased, and with the passage of time, it has turned into dust, without any magical power (details)]

Looking at the clay sculpture on the altar, Chu Zheng's eyes flickered with a little light, and he became suspicious and pulled out the detailed information of this golden body.

[Details: It was made billions of years ago, the specific era is no longer traceable, and no information remains. ]

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

From the existing information, this golden body has no connection with Daozu, and Daozu's golden body can see some traces.

Although he didn't know the specific year of the birth of this tomb, he could be sure that it was absolutely impossible to trace it back billions of years ago.

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

The spiritual medicines picked by the monks who first entered this tomb were at most between 100,000 and even millions of years old.

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

Many spiritual medicines have their upper age limit. After a thousand or even ten thousand years, they will not continue to grow.

The upper age limit of some spiritual medicines is a thousand years. After they mature, even after another 100,000 years, their age is still only a thousand years.

But at least it can be used as a reference.

Because among the spiritual medicines that were first mined, there are still unripe holy medicines, which are less than a million years old.

This is enough to explain some problems.

Even if the age is guessed as far back as possible, this tomb has a history of millions of years.

This is completely inconsistent with the years that this statue has experienced.

The only explanation is that this temple existed here before the birth of this small world.

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

A small world is not necessarily opened up by oneself. It is not difficult to directly swallow up a world with sufficient cultivation.

The origin of this tomb is not ordinary. This small world may be a cemetery specially prepared for this purpose.

This temple was only entered by chance and has been preserved to this day.

In the temple, except for the statue, there is nothing else. The incense burner on the altar is still covered with dust from ancient times.

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

It has not decayed after billions of years, which means that in a certain era many years ago, this golden body was nourished by incense and vows.

This place is called Zhengchu Daojun Temple. The face of the statue is exactly the same as his body. If it is a coincidence, it would be too far-fetched.

After a long silence, Chu Zheng stood up and stepped out of the temple. He opened his mind and found a lone young monk. He took action directly and captured 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 Cangyun Realm, he is also a figure in the top 100 of the Hidden Dragon List.

In the Tianwu Realm, such talent seems a bit common, and can only be regarded as a little gifted.

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

The great realm with the strongest people is far stronger than the Cangyun Realm.

Looking at Chu Zheng's scarlet eyes, Mu Xin's face was pale, and he closed his eyes tightly, muttering something in his mouth, constantly praying for the blessing of the ancestors.

In the tomb, being abducted by a flying corpse, the end is self-evident.

The best ending is to be sucked dry of blood and die, and still have a complete body. If this flying corpse has any special hobbies, it is difficult to have a complete body.

"Copy the face of this statue."

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

Pah--

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. He spread out the drawing paper tremblingly and began to copy on the spot.

Although his body was shaking, his hands were terribly steady. He did not dare to move at all. Copying the statue in front of him might be his only chance of survival.

After a while, a clay statue of the god jumped onto the paper, lifelike.

It was not until he saw his own face appear on the canvas that Chu Zheng shattered the last bit of luck in his heart.

This was indeed not the golden body of the Taoist ancestor, but simply a statue that looked exactly like him.

For a moment, Chu Zheng was inevitably in great confusion. According to the speed of time in the Chaos Sea, Zhengchu Daojun was just a god of incense that had existed for more than a thousand years.

Although there were many believers, the incense and wishes were chaotic, and there were not many fanatical believers.

The years that the statue in front of him had gone through were totally inconsistent.

Moreover, Chu Zheng, as the true body of Zhengchu Daojun, could not have no sense of his own golden body.

For a moment, the temple fell into a strange silence.

Mu Xin stood trembling on the side, his heart full of torment, not knowing what would happen to him later.

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

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

"For the next one year, worship him as a god, kowtow in the morning and evening, and burn incense in the morning and evening. When one year is over, I will let you go and give you another opportunity."

He will try to awaken this golden body with a wisp of incense and wish power. If this golden body can be reactivated by the power of incense and wish, then some new clues will surely be found from it.

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

Along the way, his path has been paved for him, from the Blue Cloud Realm to the Sea of ​​Chaos, to the battlefield of all realms. Although there are dangers along the way, in the end, there are no dangers, and the dangers are turned into safety.

Chu Zheng didn't think it was because he had any special qualities. Many of the key points were difficult to consider clearly.

Listening to Chu Zheng's words, Mu Xin was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he did not dare to ask any more questions. He took the fragrance from Chu Zheng and came to the altar.

After lighting the incense, he looked pious, knelt down and kowtowed three times, silently reciting in his heart:

'Please the ancient gods, the supreme Taoist ancestors, the sages of the Tao, the universal Buddha, and the great God of Luck, protect me from this disaster...'

At this moment, he, who had never believed in gods, read out the names of all the ancient gods he knew one by one, hoping to seek the blessing of a certain god.

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

Buzz——

There was a dull loud noise outside the sky, a weak ripple appeared, and the three pillars of fragrance in the furnace were cut off.

Mu Xin's expression was slightly stagnant, and he felt dazed for a while.

Chu Zheng on the side also frowned. The incense was cut off, which meant that the gods refused this visit and did not accept the believers' wishes.

how so?

Such an abnormal sight made Chu Zheng fall into confusion for a moment. This should not be the case.

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

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

After coming back to his senses, Chu Zheng glanced at Mu Xin who was aside and spoke hoarsely.

"I didn't think anything of it."

Mu Xin panicked for a while, waving his hands repeatedly, and a wave of waves surged in his heart. Could it be that the words he just said in his heart were really heard by an unknown existence.

What he just recited silently were all gods from ancient times. If a god really heard his prayer, he shouldn't reject him.

Before Mu Xin could think about it, Chu Zheng took out a handful of incense again, put it aside, and raised his hand to signal Mu Xin to continue.

Mu Xin calmed his increasingly nervous heartbeat, stepped forward slowly, took out three sticks of fragrance, and asked cautiously:

"May I ask what the name of this god is?"

"Zhengchu Daojun."

Chu Zheng replied casually, his scarlet eyes staring at Mu Xin's every move, trying to see some clues.

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

Chu Zheng's eyes flashed with light, and he saw an invisible wisp of incense and willing power slowly floating up and being absorbed by the golden body.

call--

A breeze suddenly blew through the temple, blowing away the thick dust on the altar, giving it a new look.

In an instant, Chu Zheng's figure trembled slightly, and a vast starry sky was reflected in his mind, fleetingly.

At the same moment, the main body far away in the world felt something in his heart, and soon became aware of the existence of this golden body.

This golden body was successfully activated by Mu Xin and connected with Chu Zheng's body.

Suddenly, Chu Zheng felt a wave of panic in his heart. Is this golden body really his? !

Billions of years ago, there was already a person named Zhengchu Daojun?

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng couldn't help but feel his heart sink, and cast a shadow. The word "Zhengchu" was just a Taoist nickname he took on a temporary basis.

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

If it was the Taoist Lord of Zhengchu, he would have existed hundreds of millions of years ago, and his appearance would be 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, except for the memory of being a restorer of cultural relics, there was no memory of his past life left in his mind.

All the strange things in front of him now made him have to suspect that there might be some problems with his reincarnation memory.

"Senior...Senior? Is that okay?"

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

This time, he stopped thinking wildly and worshiped Lord Zhengchu as his biological father. He was so pious that there should be no problem.

Chu Zheng came to his senses, did not speak, walked straight to the side, sat down cross-legged, his eyes were a little gloomy. This kind of thing was completely beyond his expectation, which made him very uncomfortable.

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

All along, he had been holding the idea of ​​settling in as soon as he came, but the discovery of this golden body of incense gave him more speculations.

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

Judging from the state of this incense-burning golden body, Zhengchu Daojun is a long-dead god. The incense is gone, the golden body is covered with dust, and the temple is stained with dirt.

The first guess is that Taojun Zhengchu died for some reason, entered reincarnation, and was reincarnated as his previous life. After spending his life as a mortal, he was reincarnated in the Cangyun Realm again.

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

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

He may have come to the universe in front of him early, and experienced various reasons, and even walked a similar path to the present, which led to the existence of the Taoist Lord Zhengchu.

Then, for unknown reasons, he fell into the underworld again, and lost his memory during the reincarnation process.

Due to the existence of the memory of the previous life, Chu Zheng never doubted the existence of the previous life.

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

The thoughts in his mind are a little disordered. Chu Zheng pondered for a long time, but still had no clue.

In the small world, the sun and the moon are parallel, the distinction between day and night is quite faint, and the passage of time has almost lost its trace.

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

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his body did not move at all, his eyes were closed, as if he fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Xin did not dare to 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 rules.

Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, his depression was gone, and some unnecessary distractions were all cut out of his mind.

After thinking hard but getting no results, he had put aside some of his stubborn ideas.

He stood up and looked at the statue on the three-foot 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 still fell on the word strength.

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

This kind of secret involving ancient times and even the ancient times, in today's universe, I am afraid that no one except the Taoist ancestor will know it.

As long as... he could find that Dao Ancestor, perhaps many of his questions would be answered.

However, the threshold to see this Dao Ancestor was probably much higher than he had imagined.

Chu Zheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned around, and walked out of the temple.

There were many ancient corpses in this tomb, which were no less than elixir and precious medicine, and could push his cultivation to the seventh level as soon as possible.

Mu Xin stood in front of the gate of the temple, hesitating for a long time, but he didn't dare to cross the threshold after all.

It was only about a year, he could wait.

As for whether this flying corpse would really keep his promise after a year, only God knew.

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