Chapter 506

The long night of the blue sea and blue sky ends, suddenly seeing Lu Zu's Dao method born.

Three feet above his head, the temple gate was in front, and Zhang Fan's expression was actually a bit dazed.

He hadn't expected that while fleeing for his life, he would actually be able to see a temple of the Pure Yang Lu Zu in this remote place.

Speaking of which, his cultivation until now, his supernatural powers and Dao practice, had a great deal to do with Lu Zu; what he watched most in his daily life was the 【Taiyi Golden Flower Essence】 passed down by Lu Zu.

Although later generations said that this book was not written by Lu Zu, but merely someone using Lu Zu's name.

Regardless of the truth, the heart of preaching and the sincerity of saving the world were just like Lu Zu passing on his skills, with vast virtues and achievements, without distinction between inside or outside, you or me.

"Big Brother, let's go in."

Just then, Lu Xianyang's voice sounded, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Pushing open the temple gate that seemed like it would shatter at a touch, a smell mixed with rotten wood, damp soil, and faint incense ash rushed toward them.

"It has indeed been abandoned for a long time," Zhang Fan looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

Compared to the outside, the inside of the temple was even more dilapidated.

The roof tiles were missing, revealing several large holes, and the cold moonlight shone down like a searchlight, illuminating the mess on the ground. Spiderwebs hung between the beams like gray funeral banners.

The statue of Lu Zu enshrined in the center had long since had its mud sculpture and paint mottled and fallen off, revealing the dark yellow mud fetus inside, and one arm had also broken off, not knowing which corner it had fallen into; only the free and easy sitting posture that could still be vaguely identified and the remaining compassionate face barely maintained a trace of the solemnity of the past.

"Big Brother, the place is a bit broken, but it can barely block the wind and rain," Lu Xianyang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhang Fan didn't speak; he just stood quietly in this dilapidation and silence, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed hall pillars, sweeping over the dust-covered offering table, and finally landing on the broken statue of Lu Zu.

In his heart, an indescribable emotion couldn't help but arise.

In this world today, the Age of Dharma Decline had arrived, the scriptures would be buried, people's hearts were restless, and material desires were rampant.

What people flocked to was the incense-filled God of Wealth temple; they didn't worship the god, they worshipped their own endless desires.

As for Lu Zu, who had once used a flying sword to slay demons and had passed on scriptures to teach all living beings, the Pure Yang Ancestor, his achievements in saving the world, his grace in passing on the Dharma—in this rolling red dust, amidst the sound and color, how many people still remembered? How many people kept awe in their hearts?

"The ages change, the Age of Dharma Decline continues, how will my Dao be passed on? One day, let alone immortals, I fear there will be no more talk of cultivation in this world," Zhang Fan sighed, unable to help but feel a sense of pity and emotion.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan walked to the broken statue of Lu Zu; there was no incense, no tribute, he just followed the ancient rites, bowed deeply to the statue three times.

Not for anything, just for that inheritance that spanned time and space, for that Dao heart that had once shone through the ages.

"Little Lu, let's tidy up this place," Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"Uh... okay!"

Lu Xianyang nodded; he thought Zhang Fan disliked the place being broken, so he didn't say much and followed Zhang Fan to tidy up.

The two were busy for a while; although they couldn't restore the temple to its old appearance, gathering the scattered bricks and stones, brushing away the thick dust on the offering table, and clearing the weeds and spiderwebs in the corners, they swept away some of the accumulated ills and revealed a rare bit of neatness.

At least, the statue of Lu Zu had been wiped of the floating dust on its surface, and in the moonlight, the broken mud fetus seemed to have gained a bit more of a calm demeanor.

"It looks much more comfortable this way."

Zhang Fan let out a long breath, lit the three sticks of incense that Lu Xianyang had given him earlier, respectfully offered them before the statue of Lu Zu, and bowed again.

Lu Xianyang saw this and followed suit, bowing behind Zhang Fan.

"Little Lu, it's getting late, let's rest first," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

After all, his injuries hadn't recovered, so he wasn't like before, able to go without sleep or rest.

"Okay, Big Brother, follow me."

Lu Xianyang led Zhang Fan and arranged a room for him, which could be said to be the cleanest and neatest room in this broken temple.

Although it couldn't be compared to a hotel, and was even much worse than Zhang Fan's home in Hongfu Huayuan, for Zhang Fan, who had been sleeping in mountain caves all the way, it was already much better.

"A rare bit of quiet."

Zhang Fan let out a breath and fell onto the old bed.

Suddenly, the moment he fell, his heart moved fiercely!

It wasn't an external sound, nor was it a strong enemy spying, but a warm and vast response originating from the depths of his spiritual sense!

Fortune comes to the heart, disaster arises from spiritual sense.

Zhang Fan immediately got up, his soul-aspect observing.

Suddenly, he saw the statue of Lu Zu deep in the main hall, the one he had just worshipped.

Three feet above his head, a cloud was surging, gilded firelight was galloping, flickering, changing, and transforming...

That strange cloud was invisible to the naked eye and difficult to perceive with spiritual sense.

However, at this very moment, inside this seemingly dead and forgotten broken temple, inside that broken statue, and in the void of this square inch, that power, which was unimaginably vast and incredibly pure, was completely revealed before Zhang Fan.

"Incense spiritual power!?" Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

This kind of intense incense spiritual power was not recently produced, but had accumulated over unknown ages, left by countless generations of ancestors and believers who had once truly believed and worshipped here devoutly.

They had not dissipated, nor had they been sucked away by the clamor of the God of Wealth temple; they were just like sleeping amber, sealed in this dilapidated temple, blending with the remaining divine intent of Lu Zu, waiting...

Waiting for a certain opportunity, or a certain fated person.

At this moment, perhaps because of Zhang Fan's sudden compassionate Dao heart, or perhaps because he and Lu Xianyang had re-cleaned the temple, this sleeping power was awakened.

"Lu Zu..."

Facing this sudden opportunity, Zhang Fan was not ecstatic, but instead became dazed.

Rumble...

In an instant, that intense incense spiritual power, which had been silent for unknown years, was like a sealed river suddenly bursting its banks, and like sensing the faint traction of the Pure Yang Dao lineage, it actually spilled out and rushed toward Zhang Fan inexplicably.

That light was warm and peaceful, as if hiding the most pure thoughts, like Lu Zu bestowing blessings, instantly and gently wrapping Zhang Fan's exhausted and scarred body and soul-aspect.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged and motionless, feeling that vast-as-the-sea yet incredibly gentle power pouring into his body, nourishing his dried-up Dantian, soothing his cracked Jin Dan, and moistening his nearly exhausted soul-aspect...

This real and intense feeling finally brought him back to his senses.

In this desperate situation, in this corner forgotten by the world, he had actually found such vast "nourishment"!

Broken temple, broken statue, yet it contained the universe inside!

Hope, it seems, always arises in desperate situations.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out the word "good" three times in a row.

The moment that vast-as-the-sea, incredibly pure ancient incense spiritual power wrapped around him, he didn't dare to be the least bit negligent, immediately gathered all his heart and spirit, discarded all distracting thoughts, and operated the Divine Demon Holy Fetus.

"Everyone has the medicine for longevity, but the foolish throw it away in vain. At the end of the road, heaven and earth unite, where the golden light is wonderful, the divine and demon intersect!"

Three feet above his head, his soul-aspect perched, black and white Qi intersected like water and fire, and the intense incense spiritual power seemed to melt between the day and the long night, under the pressure of the divine and demon standing together, actually gradually transforming into a wisp of the most pure, most mysterious golden light...

In the void, countless dense Dao sounds seemed to ring out.