When Jiang Wen opened his eyes again, he saw a silent world.
Towering buildings reaching into the clouds, vine-covered palaces, and a world filled with decay and mud.
Desolate, cold.
Apart from the sounds of birds and beasts, there was nothing else.
Jiang Wen searched for Changyin's踪跡, but he couldn't find her anywhere. Recalling what had just happened, his heart was still unsettled.
Dayu, why could he see Dayu in that illusion? Jiang Wen naturally knew who Dayu was; he was the figure who controlled the floods in mythology, a heroic existence in legends. Why did he see Dayu? This made Jiang Wen somewhat puzzled.
For the time being, he didn't want to think about these things and looked around.
Looking up, he only saw the endless Tongtian buildings, those strangely shaped palaces and pavilions, those corridors added to the ten-thousand-zhang-high buildings; these should all be remnants of the Chunyang Palace. It's just that today, the Chunyang Palace is gone, and no one has been here.
Looking again at the circular tower building in the center of the forest that went straight into the clouds, its scale was breathtaking. Even in reality, he had never seen such a tall building.
Looking at the dense jungle and towering palaces, Jiang Wen decided to take it one step at a time and find Changyin first.
Passing through the rotten and collapsed buildings, he waved his hand and cut off the dense vines. After creating a gap wide enough for people to pass through, Jiang Wen walked through it.
He looked up at the collapsed building, and on the dilapidated roof, a giant flying ship that only had a frame left was smashed on top.
The flying ship had long been burned to ashes, and only an empty interior remained inside the dark hull.
Leaving behind a hundreds-of-meters-long body on display, Jiang Wen could still imagine its magnificence when it was intact.
Looking at the building complex hidden in the jungle not far away, a line of words caught his attention. That seemed to be the main entrance of this collapsed palace, but the entrance was covered by broken bricks and stones.
"Changyun Pavilion?" Jiang Wen muttered, taking out his camera to take pictures. He kept the scenery of this Chunyang Secret Treasure, which might be useful in the future.
After taking pictures of the surrounding situation, he walked towards the main entrance.
Most of the places he had explored just now were ruined palaces and empty pagodas, and this was the first time he had seen a place with a name. This really aroused his curiosity, and he wanted to know what good things were inside the Changyun Pavilion.
Walking to the main entrance, Jiang Wen pushed the rotten door with force.
It was probably blocked, and he didn't push it open.
So he hung the camera around his neck, clenched his fists, and slammed hard at the door. The old door shattered in response.
Jiang Wen used his palm as a knife and chopped a few more times, splitting open a passage that could allow people to pass through.
He saw a long corridor appear in front of him, with several wooden doors distributed on both sides of the corridor, and Jiang Wen saw a huge bronze door at the end.
Walking to the bronze door, there were bronze statues on both sides of the door. He tried to push open the bronze door, but found that the door was even stronger than the outer door. Even if he used three points of strength, the door remained motionless. It seemed that this door could not be opened by brute force, and some mechanism was needed to open it.
Looking around, he found that there was really no way to open this door. He temporarily gave up the idea of going in to take a look.
Following the corridor on both sides, even if it had been abandoned for many years, there were still night-shining pearls lighting up the Changyun Pavilion. Even if walking in the corridor, one would not feel darkness.
Each wooden door corresponded to a hall, and these halls were all messy, as if there had been turmoil here in the past, so that the things placed in them were moved away.
Many bamboo slips and books were scattered on the ground. Jiang Wen picked up a few and checked them before putting them in the storage bag.
Well, he couldn't understand them.
There were no surprises in several halls, which made Jiang Wen a little disappointed.
When he opened the last door, a bone-chilling coldness came.
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Feeling a chill on his back, Jiang Wen calmly took two steps forward and then looked behind him.
He saw two giant wolves emitting a faint blue light staring fiercely at him in the place where he had just stood.
"It's actually wolves." Jiang Wen thought calmly. He could feel the aura of these two giant wolves, which was not a threat to him.
Feeling the pounding of the giant wolf's heart, Jiang Wen confronted the two giant wolves.
Based on the color of the two giant wolves alone, they were definitely not creatures in Jiang Wen's impression. Perhaps they were also strange beasts in this secret treasure.
"Woof—!!" The giant wolf showed its fangs, waited for a while, and couldn't wait to attack Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen looked left and right, using his palm as a knife to chop at the giant wolf.
The giant wolf that attacked first was caught off guard and was hit by Jiang Wen, and its head immediately blossomed.
"It's still a bit hard." Jiang Wen was a little surprised. Just now, he felt the hardness of the giant wolf's head, which was harder than he thought.
Staring at the other surviving giant wolf, Jiang Wen had just killed its companion, which seemed to make it alert.
"Hmph, overestimate yourself." Jiang Wen didn't wait for the giant wolf to react and stepped forward.
The giant wolf didn't expect this thin guy to dare to take the initiative to come forward, and before it could avoid it, it felt a pain in its forelimbs.
Jiang Wen also cut off its claws.
The giant wolf wailed in pain, and Jiang Wen didn't give it a chance and immediately ended it.
Looking at the two giant wolf corpses lying on the ground, Jiang Wen couldn't help but shook his head.
"Why bother, I didn't want to kill you."
After saying that, he stepped out of the last door and walked to the entrance of the corridor.
At this moment, he only heard a shaking sound coming. The originally stable bronze door was opened, and Jiang Wen was a little surprised, so he walked towards the bronze door.
Stepping over the bronze door, the world in his eyes instantly lit up.
Looking around again, it was an incomparably wide place.
And in front of Jiang Wen, a huge Buddha statue suddenly appeared. Countless small Buddha statues were placed around like pagodas, all shining with Buddha light under the candlelight.
In front of the Buddha statue, an old monk wearing a cassock was closing his eyes and knocking on a wooden fish. He seemed to sense Jiang Wen's voice, but only opened his eyes and glanced at him slightly.
Then he closed his eyes again and continued to knock on the wooden fish.
Seeing this strange situation, Jiang Wen pondered for a moment and walked to the front of the Buddha statue, knelt down, and put his hands together. He closed his eyes and calmed his thoughts, respectfully kowtowing to the Buddha a few times.
After kneeling quietly, he only heard thunder mixed with each other. The sound of thunder came in bursts, like the sound of thousands of golden spears and iron horses roaring together, alarming the world to tremble.
The old monk was knocking on the wooden fish in his ear, and the Buddhist scriptures were faint, reaching Jiang Wen's ears. He got up and walked towards the old monk, and then saluted him.
"Master, I want to ask for a lottery." Jiang Wen said softly.
"Yes." The old monk had white whiskers and sat on the lotus platform chanting scriptures. He pointed to the lottery tube on the table beside him, signaling Jiang Wen to draw.
Jiang Wen didn't say much, picked up the lottery tube and shook it. The sound of the bamboo sticks rustled, and soon a bamboo stick fell out.
Picking up this bamboo stick, it said "Water Thunder Tun - Beginning is Difficult - Lower Lower Gua."
Jiang Wen picked it up and looked at it, handing it to the old monk for interpretation. The old monk took the bamboo stick, looked at it carefully, and said: "This hexagram is an overlapping of different hexagrams, Zhen is thunder, symbolizing movement; Kan is rain, symbolizing danger. Thunder and rain are intertwined, and dangers are everywhere."
"Master, is there any danger in this hexagram?" Jiang Wen asked.
"The image says: The wind blows the tangled silk and cannot see the head, upside down and worried, slowly from the money to the left is smooth, hasty and provoking not free. Although this hexagram is a lower lower sign, it is also auspicious in the midst of misfortune. 'Tun' refers to the spring birth of the earth, implying the beginning of all things. Although it is full of difficulties and obstacles, if you follow the time, it will also flourish. Although the worries of the benefactor are dangerous, if you can get the help of virtuous people, you may be able to get a solution."
After the old monk finished speaking, he closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, leaving Jiang Wen looking at the bamboo stick in his hand, thinking about the old monk's words in his heart.
He bowed to the old monk and then walked out of this temple-like place.
The moment he stepped out of the bronze door, the huge bronze door slammed shut.
