Deep mountains and great marshes, many strange people appear. In some legends, some martial kings can meet strange people by chance, obtain the legacy of strange people, and later shine in the four major dynasties. Some become a country's high-ranking officials, while others become the ancestral offerings of a family.

  In the forbidden area of Wanfo Temple, the old monk Su Dao Xing suspected that he was the legendary Qi Ren. Such a Qi Ren is not an ordinary cultivator and may have already transcended to become a saint.

  Su Dao Xing suspected that the Wanfo Temple had turned this area into a forbidden zone, possibly due to the old monk's existence. If his guess was correct, how powerful must be the existence that could make the Wanfo Temple turn such a vast place into a forbidden zone?

  Su Dao Xing thought the more, the stronger the shock in his heart, his back even broke out in cold sweat. If as he expected, the forbidden zone was the old monk's territory, then he and the four guardians were equivalent to not having permission, directly stepping into the old monk's territory. The old monk, such a powerful existence, if they were to clash with him, estimated that they would die thoroughly.

  The old monk focused on the chessboard, Su Dao Xing and the four guardians stood outside the temple, not daring to move.

  The sun rises and sets, for three consecutive days, the old monk seems to have forgotten the passage of time, focusing on a game of chess.

  Su Dao Xing and the four guardians sat in a circle on the ground, watching the old monk play chess.

  "The left hand has lost to the right hand!" The old monk sighed and suddenly seemed to remember that Su Dao Xing and his five companions were still there. He turned around and looked at Su Dao Xing, saying: "Donor, the sacred temple you are looking for is within this forbidden area. If you head east for a hundred miles, you will see a winding small river. Follow the river to its end and you will see the two sacred temples."

  "Thank you, Master." Su Dao woke up and got out of bed, bowing to the old monk with a face full of joy.

  "Go! Whether we have a predestined relationship or not, we will never meet again in this life." The old monk waved his hand and gave the order to expel the guest.

  Su Dao Xing led four guardians eastward, being extremely cautious along the way, not daring to make any mistakes on the old monk's turf.

  The five men found a small river and walked along the winding river for several days, seeing two temples in the distance, one large and one small.

  Two temples stand facing each other, from a distance they look like a master teaching his apprentice.

  Su Dao Xing could sense the sacred aura emanating from within the two temples, confirming that these two temples were indeed the two Sacred Halls.

  "Your Highness! The master was right, there are indeed two sacred temples here, and the material of the temples is the same as the sacred stone you asked me to purchase." Su Han's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the two temples.

  "Gentlemen, let's set up camp outside the temple. You go take care of your business in the sacred hall." Su Hongzhuang began to look for a place to set up camp.

  Su Duan was in charge of keeping watch around them.

  Su Liu Zhi and Su Meng helped set up camp.

  Su Dao Xing bowed deeply to the four guardians and then walked towards the shrine, gazing excitedly at the two plaques on the shrine.

  "How could this be?" Su Daoxing found that the large temple's plaque was blank, while the small temple's plaque had three ancient characters written in a dragon-snake script: "Ghost Temple".

  The Demon Saint surprisingly chose a small temple over a thousand years ago and built it into his own sacred temple, leaving the larger one to his successors.

  Su Dao Xing bowed his head and walked slowly into the Xiao Sheng Temple.

  The small temple emits a sacred breath, inside which are placed a carved statue, a meditation cushion, an incense burner and an ancient book.

  "Salutations to the Holy Master!" Su Dao Xing bowed before the wooden statue, knocking his head three times on the cushion, then looked up at the statue, taking in the saint's sacred appearance.

  Haha!

  Su Dao Xing burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes, as if he had seen the most ridiculous thing.

  The statue of the Holy Ghost is actually a woman's face, and the legendary founder of the Ghost God theory is actually a female saint.

  In history, there were very few female Shengs. Qi Sheng was a rather unusual saint and there is no record of Qi Sheng being a female Sheng.

  Su Dao Xing had imagined the appearance of Gui Sheng, always thinking that Gui Sheng would be a handsome and extraordinary man, but he never thought that Gui Sheng's true form was actually a female saint.

  Su Dao woke up and realized his mistake, immediately calming down and said to the statue: "Master, I lost control of my emotions just now, making you laugh."

  A gust of wind blew in, stirring up the ancient book inside the small shrine.

  Su Dao Xing saw that the ancient book was written with some names, one name per page, and under each name were some records. Driven by curiosity, he picked up the ancient book and began to flip through it.

  The ancient book is the genealogy of Gui Sheng, a clan known as the Tian Zu, with a long history of inheritance. However, people in the secular world do not understand the Tian Zu and mistakenly call Gui Sheng's disciples "Gui Sheng", when in fact they should be called "Tian Sheng".

  Su Dao Xing was shocked as he read on, he had not expected that the Tian Zu where Gui Sheng Shifu was from had left behind a legacy in all four major dynasties. According to ancient records, the power of the Tian Zu was no less than that of a country, and it secretly rivaled the four major dynasties.

  The Demon Saint was just a disciple of the Heavenly Clan, and there were countless powerful beings in the Heavenly Clan who were stronger than the Demon Saint throughout history. However, the deeds of these powerful beings had not been widely circulated in the greater world, which is why the Heavenly Clan was not well-known to the people of the world.

  Su Dao Xing turned the ancient book to its last page and found a thin, delicate knife inlaid on the last page of the ancient book. He took down the knife.

  Hiss!

  The knife pierced Su Dao Xing's palm like a living thing, then wandered around his arm and returned to the center of his palm, sucking his blood.

  Hiss!

  The knife emerged from Su Tao's palm and appeared in his hand, with some blood-colored marks added to the knife.

  Su Dao Xing grasped the engraving knife, and surprisingly, it was very obedient. He swung the knife and found that it felt quite comfortable in his hand.

  "This knife was left to me by Master Gui Sheng, it's probably a token of the Tian Zu disciple, I must take good care of it." Su Dao Xing muttered to himself, bowed three times in front of the statue of Gui Sheng, walked out of the small temple and came to the gate of the Grand Temple, casually used the knife to carve the two characters "Sheng Miao" on the plaque.

  Su Dao Xing walked into the temple and found that Gui Sheng had already made all the preparations for him. Everything in the temple was set up, he just needed to carve his own face on the faceless statue in the temple.

  Su Dao's mind stirred and a knife appeared in his palm. He arrived at the statue, waving the knife to carve his own face.

  Having had the experience of carving statues on Mount Wei, this time Su Daoxing carved them with ease. For several months in a row, he forgot to sleep and eat while carving statues. Sometimes when he was too hungry to bear it, he would leave the Great Sage Temple and go to Hong Zhuang's place to ask for some wild fruit to fill his hunger.

  Four guardians lived around the Grand Temple, sometimes going out to find some edible fruits, sometimes fishing in the river, and sometimes using flying swords to shoot down birds flying overhead. The days were actually quite good.

  Su Dao Xing finished his studies and had only ten days to pay homage to the Buddha, but he didn't even bother to return to the academy to ask for leave. He devoted himself to carving statues, and after completing the carvings, he began to engrave sacred seals on the holy temple, leaving his own mark, making the Grand Temple his own holy temple.

  Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall, in a flash, a year's time has passed.

  Su Dao Xing let out a joyful long laugh, he had built his second sacred temple, and taken another step on the path to sainthood.

  Good fortune arrived in his heart, and the ninth shackle on Su Dao's body suddenly broke open. He found himself in a mysterious state, where closing his eyes would isolate him from the entire world, just like when Su Hongzhu covered his eyes on Mount Wei, instantly isolating him from the world.

  He can seal off the six senses, and if he doesn't want to hear external sounds, they won't reach his ears. If he doesn't want to smell the scents in the air, his sense of smell will be dulled.

  No wonder the school rules that students must become a Nine-Section Wu Wang to graduate, otherwise they cannot graduate. Only by becoming a Nine-Section Wu Wang can students better control themselves and their words and deeds will be more in line with their own intentions.

  "Congratulations, young master, on becoming the Ninth-Grade Martial King!"

  The four guardians suddenly lost their smiles, they had to congratulate the young master almost every year for the past few years. If the young master continued to advance at this speed, it was estimated that he would soon be able to stand out in the Su family and become a core disciple like Su Daolin.

  Su Dao Xing bowed his hands in a salute to the four guardians of the way, then closed his eyes and isolated himself from the world. His body merged with the statue of himself inside the Great Sacred Temple.

  The statue's eyes opened, and Su Dao woke up to look forward from the statue's perspective, seeing his own body. Seeing one's own body from another angle was a magical experience. His perception could expand to within five zhang of the Great Sacred Temple.

  The demonology of the Tian Zu legend is indeed formidable. After being promoted by Gui Sheng, it can make Wu Wang have no saintly reality and exercise saintly power.

  Only a saint can build a sacred temple, carve an idol, and then ferry the souls of the dead. Only then can he accept the incense and offerings from the people of the world, and make the idol his own incarnation.

  Su Dao Xing can exercise the power of a saint in the realm of Jiuzhou Wu Wang, which is absolutely against the will of heaven and earth.

  Su Dao Xing stayed in the Grand Temple for several days, then went to the Small Temple to pay respects to the Ghost Saint, and brought four guardians along the small river back to the original road.

  Su Dao Xing and his group returned to the place where the old monk was, only to find that the old monk and even the temple had vanished into thin air. If it weren't for the five of them confirming with each other, they would have suspected that everything they experienced before was just a dream.

  "That master indeed has a magical power to move a temple without leaving any trace, that's the skill of a cultivator." Su Duan exclaimed.

  "In the legend of Wanfo Temple, there was a Buddha who loved Go. Before becoming a Buddha, he was the national Go champion of the Eastern Dynasty and was known as the number one literary king. However, after a change in his family, his personality changed greatly, and he escaped to the Buddhist temple, where he became a monk and eventually a great Buddha. He was later revered as one of the Three Saints of that era. Could it be that the old monk we met is actually that Buddha?" Su Liu had a bold guess, which shocked even himself. If what they saw was indeed the Buddha who dominated an era, it would be enough to brag about for a year when he returned home."

  "Buddha!"

  Su Dao Xing muttered to himself, he had a faint feeling that one day in the future he would meet the old monk again, and then he could find out if the old monk was indeed the legendary Buddha Saint of the Eastern Capital Dynasty.