80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled Chapter 320

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Ouyang Xiu was very afraid now.

He didn't dare to hide this information.

He was afraid that Lin Jiufeng would kill him.

Hence, he didn't dare to hide it, nor did he dare to have any other motives. After discovering the abnormality, he immediately told Lin Jiufeng.

Otherwise, when Lin Jiufeng sensed that something was wrong, he would kill him with just a casual squeeze of his hand.

Don't forget that his soul energy source was still in Lin Jiufeng's hands. It was really easy for him to kill Ouyang Xiu.

At this moment, he looked at Lin Jiufeng, trembling.

Fortunately, Lin Jiufeng didn't have much killing intent. He only glanced at Ouyang Xiu and said, “Be careful with your next steps. Once you have confirmed the location of the people or the army of the Immortal Court, inform me immediately.”

As if he had just escaped death, Ouyang Xiu nodded excitedly. “Great Emperor Jiufeng, rest assured. If I discover any abnormalities, I will tell you immediately.”

Lin Jiufeng wasn't worried that he would backstab him.

Unless he was willing to give up the second life that he had painstakingly gained through reincarnation.

“Continue forward,” Lin Jiufeng said to Monk Anan.

Still the same as before, compared to the army of the Immortal Court, Lin Jiufeng was more interested in the Great Thunderclap Temple.

With the Great Thunderclap Temple in front, Lin Jiufeng naturally chose to explore this place first.

Especially when he had just signed in for the Three Lifetime Buddha Sutra. This was a supreme immortal technique passed down by Great Emperor Shakyamuni.

Lin Jiufeng really wanted to know what the true Great Thunderclap Temple looked like.

Deep underground, the original location of the Great Thunderclap Temple was well maintained without any damage.

In this space, the Buddha statues were lifelike, and the scriptures were also very clear. After experiencing the baptism of time, the color of the Buddha statues actually didn't change at all. It had to be said that Monk Anan protected them very well.

Monk Anan brought Lin Jiufeng along. Along the way, they saw beautiful Thangkas telling about the magnificent achievements of Great Emperor Shakyamuni.

The Thangkas were something unique to the land of the Western Regions. It was stories either recorded in murals or in huge paintings made with special crafts.

These were collectively called Thangka.

The Thangka here recorded the life of Great Emperor Shakyamuni.

The life of Great Emperor Shakyamuni was painted here so that future generations would know what this supreme emperor had done.

“These are the legends of Great Emperor Shakyamuni suppressing the ferocious beasts in the Western Regions back then.” Seeing Lin Jiufeng's interest, Monk Anan introduced them softly.

“These legends were recorded and were still spread in the land of the Western Regions 20,000 years ago. Unfortunately, with the destruction of the Great Thunderclap Temple, these legends completely disappeared with the death of the older generations,” Monk Anan said regretfully.

“These Thangkas record the glory of Great Emperor Shakyamuni. They are vivid and lifelike. Great Emperor Shakyamuni looks quite gentle,” Lin Jiufeng said.

“Buddha's body is just a skin bag. He looks very gentle on usual days, but when he was suppressing the ferocious beasts in the Western Region back then, he was also a ferocious Vajra,” Monk Anan said.

“What does this Thangka mean?” Lin Jiufeng suddenly pointed at a strange Thangka and asked.

The Tangka that Lin Jiufeng pointed at had the painting of the Great Thunderclap Temple, but it was an incomplete Great Thunderclap Temple. Moreover, many places had been uprooted from the ground.

Underneath the Great Thunderclap Temple, a huge Devil's Den appeared. Countless ferocious and terrifying monsters crawled out from inside. They were ferocious and had huge bodies.

They worked hard to destroy the Great Thunderclap Temple.

This was the content of the Thangka that attracted Lin Jiufeng.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for such a Thangka to appear in the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The Great Thunderclap Temple in this Thangka had already completely collapsed.

Monk Anan took a look and said, “I know about this Thangka. When I was young, I entered the Great Thunderclap Temple and asked the monks at that time. They told me that this Thangka was drawn by a disciple of Great Emperor Shakyamuni. They said that because this disciple hated Great Emperor Shakyamuni for treating him badly, he cursed the Great Thunderclap Temple to be overturned by the ferocious monsters.”

“After that, this monk who listened to Great Emperor Shakyamuni's teachings left. There was no news of him anymore. But the Great Thunderclap Temple still kept his Thangka, hoping to warn the future generations not to learn from him,” Monk Anan explained.

Lin Jiufeng remembered it in his heart. He took another deep look at the Thangka before turning around and walking into the real Great Thunderclap Temple.

Although the Great Thunderclap Temple was currently buried by the sand, the interior of the Great Thunderclap Temple was still filled with secrets.

Buddhist teachings and principles were found with every step they walked.

There were all sorts of Thangkas depicting Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and 3,000 believers listening to Great Emperor Shakyamuni preach the Dao.

All these combined made up the true Great Thunderclap Temple.

All sorts of teaching could be found here.

Monk Anan led Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu to a new place.

“I brought you guys here to see the true statue of Great Emperor Shakyamuni. It was established 100,000 years ago!” Monk Anan introduced proudly.

It wasn't easy for a statue from 100,000 years ago to still be preserved until now.

In the entire Great Thunderclap Temple, there was only this one statue.

The others were destroyed in different eras.

Hence, such a statue appeared to be very precious.

Lin Jiufeng's eyes lit up. His interest was piqued. This was a statue from 100,000 years ago.

Perhaps when this statue was set up back then, Great Emperor Shakyamuni had seen it himself too.

Such an opportunity was rare.

How could Lin Jiufeng miss this opportunity? He urged Monk Anan to be faster.

They passed through the initial parts of the Great Thunderclap Temple and entered a mountain stream.

The mountain stream was a triangle that spread outward.

In the center of the triangle, a huge Buddha statue that was a thousand meters tall was calmly looking at this world.

A statue of Great Emperor Shakyamuni!

And it was from 100,000 years ago.

Only some of the colors had fallen off. They were no longer as bright as before. Now, there was more of a sense of returning to the basics.

Stepping onto this huge mountain stream, Ouyang Xiu looked at the thousand-meter Buddha statue and suddenly said, “I sensed it.”

Monk Anan and Lin Jiufeng looked at him together.

“The people of the Immortal Court are here. I really sensed them,” Ouyang Xiu said with a trembling voice.

Lin Jiufeng asked with a serious expression, “Where?”

Monk Anan also frowned as he watched.

Would there be anyone from the Immortal Court near the statue of Great Emperor Shakyamuni?

Why didn't he know about this?

Ouyang Xiu pointed with his finger and said shakily, “He's kneeling there.”

Lin Jiufeng and Monk Anan looked over together.

In front of the thousand-meter tall statue was a huge square. There were also some statues in the square.

Some of these statues were humans, some were monsters, and their expressions were different. Some had ferocious expressions, some had gentle expressions, some were in despair, and some were crying.

These statues were lifelike. Looking at them from afar, one really couldn't distinguish them as statues. Only by sensing the cold stone could one confirm that these were statues.

As for Ouyang Xiu, he pointed at the person from the Immortal Court.

Among these statues, there was only one that knelt down, looking ashamed.

“Is this statue someone from the Immortal Court?” Lin Jiufeng asked softly.

This was a little out of his expectations.

“Yes, he's a quasi-immortal King of the Immortal Court, a former friend of mine who's both like a teacher and friend.” Ouyang Xiu nodded. He was similarly shocked.

What exactly happened?

Why was his former friend now kneeling in front of the statue of Great Emperor Shakyamuni?

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