Chapter 682: Chapter 364: Encounter at the Great Leiyin Temple
“Hmm?” Qin Ming felt something. At the moment he pushed open the door, he turned back. His body stood inside the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall, while his consciousness merged with the Heavenly Light, stepping over the threshold and entering the Great Leiyin Temple.
This was a very special experience, with two distinct scenes inside and outside.
Outside, dark clouds pressed against the mountain top, with torrential rain pounding the ground, raising wisps of thin smoke, and lightning pouring down like a waterfall on the scorched, almost transparent metal tiles, with Thunder Fire Balls constantly rolling.
Inside the small Golden Hall, the Great Leiyin Temple in the afterglow of the setting sun emitted a pale golden light, sacred and distant, as if transcending the mundane world.
The Thunder King Bird was bewildered. It couldn’t see the evening glow and the building, only noticing Qin Ming’s body standing there rigidly, in an unusual state.
Meng Xinghai sensed something because he had mastered the Esoteric Buddhism’s Divine Eye, and even so, he could only vaguely see a blurred and ethereal light.
“Is he ‘seeing heaven and earth’ and about to blend into it? Nothing must go wrong!” He hailed from a thousand-year-old family and apprenticed under a famous Esoteric Buddhism teacher, possessing vast knowledge.
Unearthing the “Divine Cicada Scripture” was a great opportunity. However, advancing further into the New World might trigger unpredictable events, such as the “Lost Soul”!
Esoteric Buddhism Ancestor Master’s notes mentioned this phenomenon, with a small probability of causing “Lost Soul Syndrome,” a terrifying fate where the person becomes a living dead.
Even if revived decades later, everything would have changed.
However, Meng Xinghai dared not speak up, fearing to disrupt Qin Ming’s extremely special state of sudden realization. Such a mysterious “New World” is seen by barely a few in any era.
Qin Ming walked into the courtyard. Under the sunset, the evening glow painted the ridges of roofs and tiles red, endowing the courtyard’s green bricks and wormwood with a touch of mystery.
Around him, texts circled. It was the “Divine Cicada Scripture,” like trickling streams, slowly entering deep into his heart.
Qin Ming couldn’t help but marvel at this unfathomable method of transmitting scriptures across eras. Some ancient Great Powers ventured into indescribable realms.
He suspected, deep within the pitch-black sky, above the Nine Heavens, the drifting, broken Golden Palaces occasionally seen in the Night Fog Sea might be traces left by such beings before their death.
“Grotto Heaven,” Qin Ming murmured.
Once involved with the term “heaven,” it would likely pertain to the level of heavenly gods.
Qin Ming traversed past the Mountain Sect Hall, arriving at a larger courtyard, where a dozen Bodhi Trees stood tall, with fallen leaves covering the ground, giving the place a somewhat desolate feel.
Qin Ming’s body stiffened. Did he actually see a living organism?
“See oneself, see sentient beings, see heaven and earth, could it be now to see ghosts and gods?”
He was greatly surprised. This was supposed to be the illusory Great Leiyin Temple. How could there be living beings? He had already sensed the other’s intense life force and blood energy.
Immediately, Qin Ming pondered, with the entire structure being so realistic, even if there were ghosts and gods, vividly lifelike, they were probably still illusory scenes, right?
He didn’t know if he could converse with ancient people and receive guidance.
He spoke, “Brother.”
Ahead, under the largest Bodhi Ancient Tree, a person in white was facing away from him, bathed in the evening glow, exuding an aura of serene transcendence.
The creature turned to look at him indifferently.
Qin Ming was stunned; this person’s appearance was quite “peculiar.”
With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose both high and long, and large ears, he was originally a handsome youth, but the imbalance between ear and nose marred his beauty.
The white-clad youth looked over, furrowing his brows, and said, “How are your small nose and ears so ugly?”
Qin Ming’s expression slightly stiffened. Even if he found the other’s appearance strange, he wouldn’t point it out directly, always leaving some face for others, yet the other party criticized him instead.
His nose was high and straight, ears moderate in size; clearly, the opposite youth was somewhat “pig-headed”!
“Oh, are you ‘human’?” The white-clad youth’s thick black hair and golden pupils emitted two sharp gleams, like blades.
Qin Ming confirmed he had encountered a non-human entity!
The two conversed through consciousness, bypassing any language barriers.
“Humans practicing the ‘Golden Cicada Scripture’ can also reach the perfect realm, thus seeing heaven and earth, obtaining the ‘Divine Cicada Scripture’? Hmm, humans are considered descendants of a Holy Clan branch, so they can master it too.”
The white-clad youth showed a hint of surprise, saying, “In hundreds and thousands of years, rarely have two members of the Holy Clan entered this place simultaneously, and yet I encounter it, but alas, not a beautiful woman. Then I could hope for a real-world encounter. Today, I meet an ugly person instead.”
He clicked his tongue in wonder, looking Qin Ming up and down, with a sense of regret.
“That’s enough!” Qin Ming interrupted the white-clad youth’s words. He hadn’t complained about this Holy Clan’s big nose and ears, yet the other had the nerve to flaunt superiority?
At the same time, he found it absurd that two beings mastering the ‘Golden Cicada Scripture’ to the highest realm could arrive at this mysterious ancient temple simultaneously.
“Hmm, quite a temper there. Human, where are you from?” the white-clad youth asked.
In his understanding, the human species was rare, but whenever they appeared, they were formidable, considering those who dared to cross the endless Night Fog Sea alone to enter the Holy Clan domain were indeed fierce characters!
Qin Ming was also very interested in him, wanting to know his origins, and said, “My home is in Yujing, how about you?”
The youth in white was momentarily taken aback, but soon calmed down and said, “Don’t bluff me. You can’t possibly enter Yujing!”
“Come on, let’s have a chat,” Qin Ming said, sensing this guy knew much and had mastered a Miracle Technique to the highest realm, definitely not a simple character.
The white-clad youth said, “Time for sudden realization is limited. Let’s walk and talk, not to miss the opportunity radiating from the Great Leiyin Temple.”