C61 Zhaoming Temple

"Boom!"

The Morning Bell and Dusk Drum woke up all the famous and wealthy people in the world, calling back the enchanting Vast Ocean Dream with a Buddhist proclamation.

Lee Yihong and the others who rode their horses out of a valley suddenly heard a faint ringing of the bell.

They saw a palace that was thousands of feet high in front of them. It was like a palace, and even from afar, they could see the eaves and arch of the palace. It was a palace with tens of thousands of streaks of multicolored light.

Even the endless mountain ranges around him seemed to be enveloped by streaks of rainbow light. It was solemn.

The gold-plated palaces were filled with rainbow light. Birds flew in all directions. The desolate beasts chanted in a low voice. The melodious and heavy ancient bell shook one's mind. The Buddhist chants cleansed one's body and mind.

No one could believe that there was such a grand, majestic, and solemn clean place in the remote mountains. From such a distance, one could feel a deep Zen feeling.

On the cliff that stood thousands of feet tall, there were even stone statues that were either angry or had lowered brows. Their knife skills were superb, and their eyebrows were lifelike. There were even numerous caves that seemed to be used to cultivate in seclusion.

And on the top of the cliff that was as smooth as a mirror, one could see three large characters that were the size of a house carved on it at first glance.

"Zhaoming Temple!"

The strokes were simple and the lines were uniform, without a trace of creation. Just by looking at the words, it was as if he was looking at an eminent monk with great virtue. A solemn aura hit his face.

"Such an imposing manner, so magnificent. There are at least twenty to thirty kilometers to go, but it seems to be right in front of my eyes!"

Zhuo Yiming,mo Ancient Capital, and the others' eyes were shining brightly, as if they were shocked by the solemn scene in Zhaoming Temple.

"It actually made me feel a deep sense of respect, a sense of respect that came from the bottom of my heart, and even made me want to worship him!"

Nan Xilieh and the others were also in awe. Many of the young geniuses seemed to be shocked. Even the group in front and the people who gradually appeared behind them revealed expressions of shock and reverence.

Some of them even put their palms together and bowed in the direction of Zhaoming Temple.

"This requires countless years of time to settle down."

Although Mo Ancient Capital's eyes were calm, it was difficult to conceal the excitement in his voice, "The inheritance of the Zhaoming Temple has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years. The closer you get to it, the more you can feel its solemnity and holiness. Even your frenzied heart will be cleansed by a mysterious force."

Zhuo Bufan, Mo Beishan, and the others had solemn expressions on their faces. The Lion-tiger Beast they were sitting on slowed down and forced them to take a step forward.

No one saw Lee Yihong's eyes brighten up when he saw the words "Zhaoming Temple." His expression was filled with excitement and astonishment.

"What a profound skill. Just these three words alone contain many profound principles of Zen. He can even comprehend a set of cultivation technique, or even a martial technique of the Access to Minute Grade."

"Such a perfect calligraphy technique is not something I can compare with right now."

Lee Yihong exclaimed in his heart. The three characters engraved on the cliff wall were even more attractive to Lee Yihong compared to the grand and majestic atmosphere of Zhaoming Temple. Just from these three characters alone, one could tell how profound the foundation of Zhaoming Temple was.

Even after reading these three characters, Lee Yihong had a clear understanding of some of the martial skills that he was exploring. After that, he would be able to comprehend them and comprehend a martial skill that was better than the Jincuo Blade.

"Alas, it's a pity that these words are not very good. They are like spring snakes and autumn worms and don't have much strength. Compared to Brother Yihong's calligraphy, there is no comparison at all!"

Zhuo Yiming shook his head slightly and looked at the three big words "Zhaoming Temple" carved on the stone wall. He actually let out a sigh, as if this word didn't set off the solemnity of the Zhaoming Temple.

The other young men also had a mocking expression on their faces, as if they couldn't see the meaning behind those three words.

Even Zhuo Bufan and the others only frowned slightly. They looked at the three big words "Zhaoming Temple" with a serious expression. It was as if they could only feel the weight of the words, but could tell what kind of business it was.

"Yiming, do not speak nonsense!"

Lee Yihong hurriedly said, "This is a true calligraphy. The profoundness contained in it is far greater than mine by a thousand or ten thousand times. It has already gotten rid of the dregs and has reached the realm of returning to simplicity. If you can comprehend a trace of profundity from it, it will be your good fortune!"

"What!? How could this be possible!?"

Zhuo Yiming was shocked and could not believe what he had just heard. The expressions of Zhuo Yutong, Nan Xilieh, and the rest of the people in Mo Ancient City also changed slightly when they heard this. They hurriedly looked at the three large characters written in the letter.

It was as if they wanted to see the profoundness of these three big characters.

"Yihong is right."

Lee Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged on the Lion-tiger Beast's back at the front, suddenly spoke. His voice carried a trace of reverence.

"Rumor has it that someone has comprehended a seventh-grade, eighth-grade, or even ninth-grade Xing ranked cultivation technique from these three big words. He has even comprehended a wondrous Domain Rank cultivation technique."

" Some people have even studied the three words and created all kinds of Ultimate Minute Grades, or even the Great Ekayāna Infinite Grades."

"It's not that these words can't bring out the solemnity of the Zhaoming Temple, but the profound meaning behind these three words that the natural powers in the surroundings are unable to completely fuse with."

"These three words have been said countless times over the past few thousand years. If you can comprehend the profoundness of these words, you can even dissect the profound cultivation method and infinity, or even the multiplication level of martial skills!"

Lee Aotian also looked at the Zhaoming Temple, which was still very far away, but these three characters seemed to be very close to each other, as he felt the profoundness behind them.

The rest of them were shocked. Even Zhuo Bufan, Nan Huaihong, and the other six Unshakeable Stage warriors' eyes lit up.

However, after observing for a long time, no one was able to sense anything special about it. Instead, the more they looked at it, the more they felt that it was just an ordinary word.

"If I want to reach this level of calligraphy,i might need to train hard for ten or twenty years!"

Although Lee Yihong was amazed, he could even faintly sense the profoundness of the font in the letter. As he copied it in his heart, he also stirred up a sense of pride, wanting to surpass it.

He even had the belief to surpass it in his heart.

Sure enough, when Lee Yihong and the others moved forward for another ten kilometers, they saw people sitting cross-legged one after another. Some were high up, and some were among the treetops, watching the three big words "Zhaoming Temple," as if they were intoxicated as they began to comprehend it.

It was as if these three words were a supreme cultivation technique that was released from the Zhaoming Temple. It was like a supreme martial technique. Anyone who was fated to learn it would be able to learn it. Whoever could learn it would be a great fortune.

"You are not allowed to fly or make any noise within a ten kilometer radius of Zhao Ming. The pure desert is filled with solemnity. Patrons, please walk up the mountain."

A smooth voice resounded throughout the area.

Lee Yihong instantly saw a young monk standing on a 30-40 meter tall cliff with a stick in one hand and a palm in the other. He was scolding some of the groups that were still riding the Lion-tiger Beast into the mountain gate.

"Peak Unshakeable Stage!"

Lee Yihong's eyes narrowed. A monk who was guarding the mountain gate was actually a Peak Unshakeable Stage. From his voice alone, Lee Yihong could tell that the monk's cultivation base wasn't any weaker than his father's.

It seemed like he could also sense the existence of the energy of the Heavens and Earth from the young monk's voice.

"Everyone, dismount!"

"Huala ~!"

With Lee Aotian's command, the group of people immediately dismounted and walked towards the majestic mountain gate at the foot of Zhaoming Temple.

A heavy and ancient mountain gate that exuded the aura of time hit them head-on. It was eighteen meters tall and thirty-six meters wide. In addition to the solemn carvings on it, it made people feel a sense of awe and respect in their hearts.

The mountain gate was also called three gates. Three gates. The center was an empty gate, while the left and right were respectively the Non-Phase Gate and the Non-Phase Gate.

At this moment, everyone who entered the Zhaoming Temple only entered through the right gate. This was the Formless Gate, also known as the Formless Door.

In the Sand Door, one had to free themselves from all kinds of pain and suffering. One had to cut off all appearances. There were colors, sound, fragrance, smell and touch. Men and women, life, evil, living. There were no differences between all the appearances. In the end, all of them ended up being empty.

Understanding this point also meant understanding emptiness, freeing all appearances. Rumors had it that in the Sand Gate, they were existences that obtained the Dao.

It was even rumored that the founder of the Zhaoming Temple was an eminent monk who had transcended the public image and had attained the great virtue of being an eminent monk.

"Father, why doesn't anyone dare to leave the main gate in the middle?"

Zhuo Yiming had a curious expression on his face. Of the three gates, the middle gate was the biggest, but no one dared to leave.