Although the Floating Temple appeared ancient and majestic, it was not particularly large from the outside.
Each monster clan followed a different welcoming monk, entering this thousand-year-old temple and immediately feeling the continuous sound of Zen. Although the temple was vast, there were no pilgrims, making it appear even more serene.
In fact, the Floating Temple had been in seclusion for years, only opening its doors during the rare descent of the Celestial Divine Jade once every sixty years.
The water clan’s guiding monk wore simple robes and was relatively young. Throughout the journey, he quietly led the way ahead, never speaking a word.
“Can so many different races coexist within the temple without conflict?”
Ke Mo couldn’t help but be curious.
“I think… probably… yes?”
Murong Xiao looked toward the distance.
“Hmm?”
“Brother Ke, you can see for yourself.”
He followed Murong Xiao’s pointing finger.
In front of the main hall of the temple, a group of bird clan members and a group of water clan members were in a standoff, both showing aggressive intentions, with the monsters being numerous and powerful.
“Our unparalleled Sky Flood Dragon, his strength is unparalleled, the weak Qingluan Divine Maiden, once in his hands…”
“Hmph!”
“Vulgar and ignorant, when has the bird clan ever won by brute force? Our divine maiden moves like a startled swan, Wu Mo can’t even touch her hair, do you know what hair is? Do you have any?”
“Monster body attack, you dare to attack with your monster body!”
“If you have the guts, come at me, I’ll lie down if you hit me.”
“hetui!”
Both sides argued fiercely, but the parrot clan member on the bird side was the main output, firing eight times per second, which was extremely powerful.
Even more terrifying, he was always ready to lie down while provoking, making it impossible for anyone to outtalk him.
The water clan could no longer tolerate this and chose to temporarily replace a water arrow frog.
Spitting saliva as retaliation.
The scene became chaotic.
“…”
Little Tianjiao covered his face and quickly pulled Murong Xiao along to catch up with the team, afraid of being seen by these two groups of monsters.
Entering the side hall, they found an unexpected scene: a water-filled marsh beside a mountain.
For a moment, one couldn’t tell whether they were still in the Floating Temple or if the side hall had transported them to another place in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths through a narrow portal.
Ke Mo had never seen such techniques in the Hengyun Sword City, indicating the depth of the Floating Temple’s heritage.
Indeed…
No wonder the monsters from the South Border dared not act once they entered the temple.
When they arrived at the pavilion beside the marsh, Wu Qing and Murong Feng, along with a familiar old monk, were already there. The guiding monk earlier performed a disciple salute.
“Son, you’re here.”
“Come quickly and pay respects to Master Heng Yuan.”
Murong Xiao was taken aback.
Ke Mo glanced at him and said,
“Master, long time no see.”
“Amitabha.”
The kind-looking old monk Heng Yuan smiled in greeting.
After exchanging pleasantries, Ke Mo remained silent. Just now, he saw through the Heavenly Fate God Eye that the old monk Heng Yuan had recently encountered.
[After much consideration, wanting to take Murong Xiao as a disciple despite all difficulties.]
Sure enough, Wu Qing spoke, hoping her son would stay temporarily at the Floating Temple.
“But I am already a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect,” Murong Xiao scratched his bald head, looking at Ke Mo.
“As long as the elders agree, it’s possible to join other sects.”
“Um…”
Murong Xiao showed signs of struggle.
Ke Mo thought for a moment and said, “The Floating Temple is in the South Border, where you can often see your parents.”
The Floating Temple was a renowned Buddhist temple known throughout the world. Moreover, objectively speaking, Murong Xiao’s disposition was more suitable for Buddhist martial arts.
Furthermore, a half-demon body also needed the harmony of Buddhist teachings.
Although it might mean he wouldn’t be able to invest in Murong Xiao anymore, he hoped his friend could have a better future.
Murong Xiao hesitated for a while, since he had never considered joining the Buddhist order.
But after serious consideration and learning that the Floating Temple allowed laypeople, he agreed.
“Let’s go.”
Wu Qing seemed relieved.
They, along with Murong Xiao, followed Master Heng Yuan to the main hall of the Floating Temple.
Coincidentally, Ke Mo also wanted to use the Heavenly Fate God Eye to make some records before competing for the Celestial Divine Jade.
Thus, everyone walked out of the secluded chamber where the water clan resided.
Monks occasionally bowed to Heng Yuan, and the monster clans showed reverence.
As they walked, he took out a small notebook to record.
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[Name: Biao Lie]
[Age: 47]
[Bone Structure: A trace of Qiongqi bloodline.]
[Realm: Seventh Rank Late Stage (Observation Realm Late Stage).]
[Fate: Blue]
[Evaluation: Qiongqi Clan, with a thin bloodline]
[Recent Encounter: Failed to withstand the test of his ancestor’s true spirit when entering the Ten Thousand Monsters Pagoda of the Floating Temple.]
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[Name: Yu Miao]
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[Name: Qiu You]
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Along the way, they encountered many monsters, including some with strong innate bloodlines.
Li Mo wrote as he walked, marking those worth investing in.
“Seventy transformations, and I’ve only mastered one. If I could get a drop of bl**d from these clans, wouldn’t I be able to learn many more transformations?”
If he could transform into a Qingluan, he could enter the bird clan’s secluded area now.
Transformations are always needed.
Envious.
Walking along, Wu Qing suddenly stopped.
“Husband, we’re back here again.”
“Several decades have passed.”
The couple looked nostalgic.
Li Mo looked around and saw a towering ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, like a canopy, with many colorful pouches hanging from its branches, swaying in the wind.
Many monsters tried to hang these pouches.
“This marriage tree is still the same.”
Wu Qing had prayed at the marriage tree years ago and soon met Murong Feng.
“Little Mo, why don’t you give it a try? It’s very effective.”
Murong Feng turned around and took out a pouch:
“When my wife and I came to fulfill our vows, the pouch she hung back then fell off, let me give it to you.”
Taking the pouch, Li Mo shook his head and said:
“I don’t really believe in these things.”
…
Late at night.
No monsters around.
A figure slipped out under the cover of darkness from the secluded chamber where the water clan lived, arriving at the marriage tree. Finding no one around, he felt relieved.
He jumped lightly and landed on the tree.
A new pouch was added to the many others hanging from the tree, but it wasn’t very noticeable among them.
After finishing everything, the Tianjiao dragon was satisfied and was about to leave.
Tap tap—
A light sound.
The newly hung pouch fell down.
“Hmm? Did I not tie it tightly?”
Li Mo mumbled, climbing back up the tree.
After a while.
Looking at the third time the pouch fell from the marriage tree, Little Li scratched his head in confusion.
Tying knots didn’t work?
It’s just strange!
Could it be that he wasn’t worthy?
Or did the marriage tree have a problem?
Logically, the pouch should fall when fulfilling a vow!
“Try one more time…”
Li Mo was unwilling, this time preparing to climb the marriage tree using the method he had heard.
Just halfway up.
A familiar clear voice came from behind:
“What… are you doing?”
