Two treasure maps

Chapter 105 Ginkgo Tree

Deep in the Panshan Fairyland, an ancient and solemn temple stands quietly, that is Tiancheng Temple. Once, when there was no spiritual energy in the Red Dragon Pond, Tiancheng Temple was no different from ordinary temples in the secular world, with abbots, monks chanting scriptures and praying every morning and evening. However, since the rich spiritual energy suddenly emerged in the Red Dragon Pond, this place has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The appearance of spiritual energy seemed to have given Tiancheng Temple a mysterious halo, attracting many Buddhist practitioners to come here to practice. But at the beginning, Xiuguo did not support the practitioners, so they had to keep a low profile and practice in the temple in silence. As time went on, those ordinary monks who could not practice were gradually replaced by Buddhist practitioners, and the atmosphere of the temple became more and more solemn.

But six years ago, the spiritual energy in the Red Dragon Pool suddenly began to dissipate, which made the Buddhists anxious. In order to find out the reason for the dissipation of spiritual energy, they even released the demons that had been suppressed by the Buddhists to investigate. Two years ago, the news of Guojiazhuang reached Tiancheng Temple. They planned to go to Wild Wolf Valley and use the inner elixir of wild wolves to replenish the spiritual energy of the Red Dragon Pool. After the Buddhists in Tiancheng Temple learned about it, they also decided to participate and lend a hand to Guojiazhuang.

Unfortunately, neither the Buddhists nor the suppressed demons were able to return to Tiancheng Temple. They did not know what happened during the trip to Wild Wolf Valley, but fortunately, the spiritual energy in the Red Dragon Pond eventually revived. Therefore, the Buddhists of Tiancheng Temple stopped investigating the matter and returned their attention to their practice.

After that, Tiancheng Temple expressed its friendship to Guojiazhuang and learned about what happened in Wild Wolf Valley from the side. It turned out that all the contracted guardians, whether Buddhist, demon or Taoist, died in the civil war. This was the consistent statement made by Guojiazhuang to the outside world, and it was also the agreement between Qingyue Tianshi and Guo Lin. Because any immortal cultivator who came out alive from Wild Wolf Valley would become the target of everyone. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, the treasure that can revive the spiritual energy of the Red Dragon Pool must be a natural treasure, and whoever gets it will become the target of hunting.

As a place for mortals, Guojiazhuang knew nothing about immortal cultivators, so it was spared. When Guo Lin's father-in-law Zhao Deng came to Guojiazhuang with his escorts, Guo Lin took the opportunity to help his father-in-law run the escort agency, and quietly wiped out all traces of demon cultivators, Taoists, and Buddhists in Guojiazhuang. For the safety of his family, he decided to let his children give up cultivating immortals and learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies. This is also the reason why Guojiazhuang has excluded demon cultivators, Taoists, and Buddhists in the past two years.

In secret, Guojiazhuang maintained a good relationship with the Buddhist monks of Tiancheng Temple. Their kindness to the distressed Master Lingyuan was a microcosm of this relationship. And their kindness was not without reward. When the Buddhist monks in Tiancheng Temple learned that Guojiazhuang was in trouble, although it was inconvenient to intervene directly, they invited Dabei Zen Temple and the secular immortal cultivation families to help look after Guojiazhuang. Therefore, the fundamental reason why Guojiazhuang was able to escape danger this time was that the six immortal cultivation families in Yunchan City came to help them, not to create disasters.

There are two ginkgo trees standing tall in front of Tiancheng Temple. They are nearly 800 years old, like two wise men who have experienced many vicissitudes of life, quietly guarding this ancient and mysterious land.

The trunk of the ginkgo tree is thick and vigorous, with mottled bark, like the traces left by the years, recording the ups and downs it has experienced. The crown is huge and dense, with layers of branches and leaves, like a huge green umbrella, shielding the autumn sun for passers-by.

The most eye-catching thing is the ginkgo leaves on the tree. Each ginkgo leaf is like a work of art carefully carved by nature, shaped like a small fan, with slightly curled edges, showing an elegant and unique posture. In early autumn, their color is still that deep green, with a little warmth, as if it contains the vitality of life. But as time goes by, these leaves begin to gradually put on new golden clothes. That golden color is not dazzling golden, but a deep and warm tone, like the golden light in the afterglow of the sunset, soft and poetic.

The sunlight shines through these golden leaves and sprinkles on the ground, forming mottled light and shadows, as if it is nature's improvisation on the ground. The autumn wind blows gently, and the leaves sway in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a low humming autumn hymn.

The sudden hailstorm was the Dragon King's anger, mercilessly hitting the ginkgo tree. After the hailstorm, the sky gradually cleared up, the dark clouds dispersed, and the long-lost blue sky was revealed. The sun penetrated the clouds and fell on the ground, which was covered with golden fallen leaves, as if a thick carpet was laid on the ground. The fallen leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling their own stories.

The Buddhists were still doing morning prayers seriously. It was not time to clean up the fallen leaves yet. Under the ginkgo tree, there stood a young man wearing a gradient lotus shirt. His clothes were decorated like lotus leaves, and each petal seemed to contain endless vitality. The boy's face was slightly melancholy, with a hint of sadness between his brows. His eyes were deep and blurred, as if he was thinking about all the doubts in life.

He stood quietly under the tree, letting the breeze brush his cheeks and take away the worries in his heart. His eyes sometimes looked into the distance, and sometimes lowered his head in thought, as if he was looking for some answer.

As if a mysterious force was approaching, the melancholy boy hid in a tall ginkgo tree.

After seeing Zhao Deng off, Chang Xiaoyao stood alone in the courtyard. The sun shone through the clouds on him, adding a bit of softness to his calm face. At this time, a steady sound of footsteps came from the inner room, and Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha slowly walked out. His eyes fell on Chang Xiaoyao, with a bit of inquiry and depth.

"Now that you have made everything clear, how are we going to stay in Guojiazhuang in the future?" The voice of Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha was as melodious as an ancient bell, with a hint of imperceptible concern.

Chang Xiaoyao smiled slightly, with wisdom in his eyes: "Instead of staying in Guojiazhuang and relying on time, it is better to wait until Guo Meili reaches the age of marriage. Right now everyone's attention is focused on Guo Liuli, and no one has noticed the Buddhist treasure map. Then let them think that I am here to convert Zhao Deng, isn't that more perfect?"

After hearing this, Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha nodded in agreement. He looked up at the clear sky, the azure blue seemed to wash away all the dust. He sighed and said, "You can arrange the matter. It's time for me to go."

Chang Xiaoyao watched the Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha leave, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that although this second brother didn't talk much, he was very concerned about him. He thought for a moment and said, "Second brother, when you go back, tell Master that I will go out to take a look. I heard that a powerful sect has appeared, which is all-powerful. I will join it and try. I will definitely help Master find a way home."

Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha heard this, although he didn't show it on his face, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Master sees you more often than he sees me. You want me to tell Master? Are you trying to piss me off?" But he said, "I will tell Master, but my eldest brother and I are busy with Buddhist affairs, so I can only ask you to find a way for Master."

Chang Xiaoyao nodded solemnly upon hearing this: "It is my duty to serve my master."

Tianjie Chenxiang Buddha said no more. He stepped on the lotus platform and slowly rose into the air. With his departure, the whole courtyard seemed to be quiet. Only Chang Xiaoyao was left standing there, looking at the clouds in the sky, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew that his road was still long, but no matter what, he would go on firmly for the common goal of finding the way home.