Chapter 1727 - 1728: Descent
When An Zichen and Yang Fei were talking, many experts behind them could no longer suppress their intense curiosity and began to talk among themselves.
"Alliance Hierarch, what is the situation exactly? We'll know once we go in."
"Yes, don't tell me we're going to meet Buddha today; wouldn't that be like Tang Seng fetching the scriptures?"
"The Great Thunderclap Temple is in the Western Paradise, so by that calculation, you and I have already ascended?"
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Everyone was a martial arts expert, deeply knowledgeable about the ancient Huaxia civilization. Everyone knew the legend of the Great Thunderclap Temple, and the more they spoke, the more far-fetched it seemed.
Yang Fei shook his head, made a gesture to signal everyone to be quiet, and then cautiously walked toward the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Behind Yang Fei, a group of martial arts experts followed him as they all moved toward the dilapidated little temple together.
Just as Yang Fei reached the entrance of the temple, a golden light suddenly illuminated his entire body.
Yang Fei felt the ground vanish beneath his feet, and he toppled over in a head-long fall.
"Damn, it's a cliff, this is a trap!"
Yang Fei regretted it immensely, thinking he should have thrown a stone to ask the way and scouted first before acting rashly.
But at this moment, he had no control over it.
No matter how skilled Yang Fei was in martial arts, he couldn't fly through the air; he just felt himself drifting like a falling leaf.
Roar!
Yang Fei shouted to warn everyone, but all he could hear was the rolling sound of chanting filling the heavens.
The sound of his own Tiger Roar couldn't even reach his own ears, and he was shocked and terrified.
He tried to open his eyes wide, but the golden light was so dazzling he couldn't see anything, as if he were blind.
"Damn it, am I really going to the Western Paradise?"
"I have a beautiful wife at home, how could I become a monk? Even if it's to be Buddha, I won't!"
Yang Fei was both shocked and angry, cursing but deep down feeling a sense of sinking despair.
The thick layer of golden light kept shining on him, and all he could hear was the rolling chanting.
He couldn't hear any other sound or see any color.
In that moment, it seemed to last a thousand years, yet also just an instant, as Yang Fei's body suddenly felt solid ground.
Feeling delighted, Yang Fei opened his eyes and found that the ground beneath him was soft and elastic, swaying dramatically up and down.
He used the Thousand Jin Drop technique to stabilize himself, looked down, and was taken aback.
Yang Fei had landed on a strange tree.
The leaves of the tree were withered, yet did not fall. The canopy was like a giant umbrella, surprisingly large.
Yang Fei landed on the thick, cushiony tree canopy that supported his body.
He flipped down from the tree top, making the branches and leaves shake severely, with two or three leaves gently falling.
Yang Fei picked up the leaves on the ground and felt that they were very hard, golden, almost like gold.
He approached the trunk and knocked on it; it sounded like a bronze bell.
The leaves above jingled pleasantly, like a melody.
However, no matter how magnificent the tree appeared, Yang Fei could see it had lost its vitality.
Or perhaps, this type of tree never had life to begin with?
This strange tree had twin trunks twisting around each other, entirely golden in color from trunk to leaf, as if cast from gold.
Yang Fei suddenly remembered that in the Buddhist scriptures, this tree was called the Bodhi Tree.
Legend says Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree and also reached Nirvana beneath it.
Yang Fei stared at the Bodhi Tree, dumbfounded.
He who had ventured through the Black Forest was not entirely ignorant.
Yet seeing this, he was reluctant to believe such an absurd existence.
Yang Fei looked far into the distance, seeing the vast wilderness stretching endlessly, full of lifeless Bodhi Trees.
Even farther away, there were fenced estates.
Inside, the crops grew abundantly; golden wheat, with heavy, drooping heads, gleamed brilliantly.
The estates housed grand buildings, magnificently furnished, with all the amenities.
If there were a heaven in this world, this place fulfilled all mankind's imaginations of paradise.
No language could describe the opulence and abundance here.
Jile World!
Yes, this must be the Jile World!
Yang Fei suddenly recalled the legend of Jile World and understood.
No wonder the ruined temple on Mount Everest was called the Great Thunderclap Temple; it turned out this was the legendary Jile World.
Yang Fei relaxed, a deep sense of satisfaction and joy filled his heart.
This joy came from the deepest part of his soul, needing no external conditions, simply released from within.
Yang Fei, as if drunk on fine wine, felt his head light, his heart comfortable, wanting to lie down and fall asleep blissfully.
He felt that life here left no room for dissatisfaction.
Even the loved ones he longed for, like Lin Xueyi and others, seemed dispensable.
Yang Fei wasn't concerned about anything, as the hot blood in his heart gradually turned into tranquil calmness.
Even the implacable enemy Zeus seemed less hateful.
Yet, for some reason.
Facing this Jile World, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme, though slow, kept spinning, issuing a faint warning.
This warning kept Yang Fei's reason somewhat clear, with his eyes wide open, refusing to fall asleep.
In a daze, his eyelids grew heavier, just wanting to collapse and sleep soundly.
However, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme stubbornly advised him, persistently holding on, refusing to let him sleep.
In the void, the faint Zen chanting grew louder.
Such chanting, more effective than a lullaby, was a hundredfold.
Gradually, Yang Fei's eyelids closed involuntarily, the urge to sleep washing over him like a tide.
Yang Fei knew this wasn't good; this drowsy feeling, for a true warrior, was more dangerous than death.
Suddenly, Yang Fei bit his tongue sharply, and with the piercing pain, his mind cleared somewhat, he immediately activated Turtle Extreme with full force.
Turtle Extreme, like a breeze, brought a coolness to Yang Fei's mind, clearing his confusion.
Not far away, a peak rose sharply into the Nine Heavens, with thick heaven and earth vital energy spreading around it.
Yang Fei discerned the direction, striding swiftly toward the peak.
Relying on his divination with Turtle Extreme, Yang Fei instinctively sensed that an important secret might be hidden on that peak.
And the Heavenly Secret he needed to find was likely hidden there as well.
Along the way, the Bodhi Trees were everywhere, their leaves tinkling in the wind.
The ground was also covered with thick layers of fallen Bodhi Trees, as if paved with fragments of gold.
Yang Fei carefully searched for traces of An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, and others, but found nothing.
Who knows where they went after arriving in Jile World?
Stuck on the storyline, Boil Wine needs time to carefully think about the plot to fill the pits of the old book.