Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 478 - 320 Seventh Life, Naturally Gifted Dao Seed_2

"Uh... the Heavenly Dao moves, the Ghost Path is unpredictable... human life is fleeting, the divine will is vast. The Ghost Path is joyous, when one's life door..."

After an hour, the entire "Heavenly Dao Du Ren Scripture," consisting of two thousand three hundred and ninety-nine characters, was flawlessly recited by this child.

Wu Changyong listened, then fell silent for a moment before nodding and instructed in a measured tone, "You recited well, take credit for this, sit down!"

Under the astonished and puzzled gazes of the surrounding Daoist children, Zhao Sheng confidently returned to his seat.

"Sanbao seems like a completely different person, even reciting scriptures!"

"Eh, wasn't Sanbao known for eating his words? Why..."

"Damn it, was he pretending to be stupid before! If so, this child will certainly obstruct our paths in the future. Xinyi, after class do this and that..."

After this brief interlude, Wu Changyong continued to expound on the profound and essential mysteries of the Scripture of Salvation.

The Daoist children quickly regained their focus, listening intently to the Scripture Master.

For them, who had just stepped into the Taoist path, it was a rare opportunity to have a Qi Refinement Late Stage Scripture Master personally teach.

However, in Zhao Sheng's view, Wu Changyong's explanations were extremely superficial, inferior to him silently reciting the scripture once and understanding its true meaning.

Looking around, the scripture hall was quaint and ancient, with Black Scale Wood beams across, the floor paved with large blue bricks, rows of mahogany desks neatly arranged, Divine Tao paintings hanging on the walls around, eight three-feet tall Scripture Banners stood around the central Magic Platform, and in each corner stood a Purple Incense Burner, from which a light fragrance wafted out, refreshing to the senses.

Inhaling the light fragrance, Zhao Sheng quickly cleared his mind, and vast memories of this life surged into his mind.

"...Heavenly Dao Sect... Da Gu Heavenly Dynasty... Soul Comforting Temple... Master Bao Chen... orphan... Taoist Register..."

Hmm?

In an instant, Zhao Sheng felt a shock in his heart: "What's happening? I've been reborn in the Netherworld this life!"

At this moment, his gaze scattered, his mind raced with countless possibilities, most of which were pessimistic.

"...perhaps a great war between the two realms... there must be clan members captured to this realm, and the most perilous situation... no, I must first ascertain how many years have passed since my last life!"

With this thought, Zhao Sheng's eyes turned cold, his small hand clenched stealthily, and the Red Lotus Flame Pattern on his forehead became even more vividly striking.

An hour later, Scripture Master Wu Changyong suddenly stopped speaking, rolled up the Jade Leaf on the desk, and thudded down the Magic Platform, not looking back as he walked away.

Class ended,

The scripture hall instantly burst into noise as the Daoist children got up, frolicked, and ran out of the hall together.

Just then, a boy with blush and red lips scooted over to Zhao Sheng's desk, laughing, "Brother Bao, I recently got a pair of Rhinoceros Horn Guo, very fierce. Are you interested in trying your hand?"

Rhinoceros Horn Guo are naturally brutal and fierce, and extremely combative.

In the Soul Comforting Temple, a type of fighting play called Rhinoceros Horn Fighting was popular among the Daoist children; Sanbao had previously been very obsessed and quite a gambler.

Because of this, he had lost quite a few spirit stone treasure pills.

However, at this moment, no one knew that Sanbao had changed completely, inside out.

Zhao Sheng coldly glanced at the boy, rejected him indifferently, "No!"

Having said that, he got up and strode out of the scripture hall.

"Brother Sanbao, Sanbao..." the boy hurriedly followed after him.

Who knew that just after turning a corridor wall, he suddenly lost sight of the big fat sheep.

"Damn it!" the boy cursed softly.

Just then, a handsome young man came from behind and suddenly said sternly, "Sanbao, how much spirit stone debt do you owe altogether now?"

"With interest, it's only about a hundred spirit stones, not enough to count!"

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"Big brother, Sanbao the fool, what's gotten into him today? It's not like him at all. Do you think he's realized—"

"Shut up!"

…

Zhao Sheng walked down the long corridor, and successively passed through three layers of red-tiled yellow walls,

Moving between temple buildings and courtyards, occasionally hearing verses of sutras and salvation.

People he encountered along the way, upon seeing him, bowed deeply in veneration.

Facing such grand salutations, Zhao Sheng, as if used to it all, merely nodded slightly and passed among the people.

Since ancient times, it has been ingrained in the Netherworld that some were born nobler than others, and it's become accepted as the natural order of things to classify people by their sacred bloodlines.

Zhao Sheng, with Gold and Fire Dual Spirit Roots, was a born Daoist of Innate level, positioned above millions of ordinary people.

In the Soul Comforting Temple, Zhao Sheng was one of only seven Daoist children recorded in the Dao Disc Jade Album, his status only second to a few esteemed people such as Temple Sacrificial Treasure Chen, Scripture Master Wu Changyong, and Jiao Master Pan Yifeng.

However...

When Zhao Sheng arrived at his courtyard, a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man was respectfully waiting there.

This man was dressed in a simple cyan Daoist robe, which was far less luxurious than Zhao Sheng's, but he exuded a potent aura of solemnity and commanded an impressive presence.

"Brother Bao, the Master of Temple Sacrifices has sent for you!" Upon seeing Zhao Sheng, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and quietly said.

"Hmph, lead the way!" Zhao Sheng gave the man a disdainful glance and walked with a haughtily annoying demeanor.

Having heard too much flattery since childhood and always being the center of adoration and appeasement, Zhao Sheng had developed a prideful and arrogant character.

To him, ordinary people without Spirit Roots were utterly beneath his notice.

This applied even though the man was one of the few Temple Protection Martial Sect members in the Soul Comforting Temple.

The middle-aged man, unsurprised, turned and walked away. Behind him, Zhao Sheng's face suddenly turned calm, and he followed, his eyes reflecting deep contemplation.

The Soul Comforting Temple covered an extensive area, spanning hundreds of acres. Its main compound of buildings stretched continuously, occupying the sunny side of Qingyang Mountain.

The two of them, one after the other, traversed most of the temple to arrive at a quiet and expansive cliff at the back mountain.

Silently, the cliff split open to reveal an entrance as tall as two men.

The middle-aged man stepped slightly to the side, gesturing: "Brother, the Master is inside, please enter!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng paused in his steps, then continued walking expressionlessly into the cave.

As soon as he entered, the stone gate at the entrance immediately closed, and one after another, long-lasting lamps on the sides of the cave walls lit up, casting a dim yellow glow.

Zhao Sheng seemed to recall something unpleasant, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

But he did not stop walking; he continued along the corridor.

After walking about a dozen yards, cries and groans began faintly reaching his ears.

A few steps later, the walls on both sides of the corridor suddenly bore heavy iron bars, revealing cell after cell filled with foul air.

The cells were dark, with misshapen and grotesque bodies lying in the corners.

As he passed, pairs of arms—some emaciated, some hairy, some covered in scales—stretched out from between the bars.

Zhao Sheng seemed to have been here many times already, his steps firm and undisturbed as he walked straight down the middle of the corridor.

Before long, he arrived at a brightly lit, spacious stone room with a rectangular stone platform built in the center,

on which lay a corpse about five feet in length, the air filled with a strange fragrance, a hint of blood and stench.

This made Zhao Sheng feel somewhat oppressed.

At that moment, a figure with his back turned was busy doing something along the side of the platform, a sharp long knife in hand flickering with an odd cold light.

Viewed from the back, this person was dressed in a golden yellow Daoist robe, with his hair pinned up and wearing a hat, revealing greenish hair at the temples and a long beard hanging from his chin.

He appeared to have the air of an immortal.

Meanwhile, a clear, gentle voice rang out in the stone room: "Have you arrived?"

"Master, did you call for me?"

"Yes, come here quickly," Bao Chen called out without turning back.

Meanwhile, a clear, gentle voice rang out in the stone room: "Have you arrived?"

"Master, did you call for me?"

"Yes, come here quickly," Bao Chen called out without turning back.

Meanwhile, a clear, gentle voice rang out in the stone room: "Have you arrived?"

"Master, did you call for me?"

"Yes, come here quickly," Bao Chen called out without turning back.