When Xu Jianguo appeared again, he had already arrived in the jungle of Jianpu Village. In front of him was an ancient building covered with vines, and Xu Li was standing beside him.
"Young Master, I got the thing!" Xu Li handed a golden rope in his hand to Xu Jianguo and said.
"Dharma rope!"
Xu Jianguo reached out to take the rope and looked at it carefully. The rope was about the thickness of a string and more than two meters long. He felt a warm sensation when holding it in his hand.
The rope is woven with silk threads of an unknown material. If you look closely, you can find many Taoist runes woven on the texture of the rope. It can be seen that the person who made this rope is not just a person with superb skills, but must be a person with extremely high attainments in Taoism.
Xu Jianguo nodded with satisfaction and prepared to take Xu Li back to the space.
"Young Master, I found some things in the building. Do you want to go and take a look?" Xu Li suddenly said.
"Oh? What is it?" Xu Jianguo became interested and asked.
"It's some gold and antiques." Xu Li said.
"Let's go and take a look!"
As soon as Xu Jianguo finished speaking, Xu Li led Xu Jianguo into the building.
Passing through the vines hanging from a high place, the two entered the building. Xu Jianguo's first impression of this place was that it was dark and damp, with an unpleasant musty smell in the air.
Xu Li brought Xu Jianguo to a stone platform, on which stood a stone statue. Due to its age, the face of the statue had been broken and fallen off, but it could be vaguely distinguished that the statue had four faces, front, back, left and right, and corresponding to them were eight arms in the four directions of the statue's body. Some of them had their hands clasped together, some were holding weapons, and some were making hand gestures. Their shapes were different and extraordinary.
While Xu Jianguo was observing the stone statue, Xu Li reached out and pressed the relief on the stone platform. He heard a crisp "click" sound from inside the stone platform, and then a pitch-black hole appeared at the bottom.
Xu Li walked in first, and Xu Jianguo followed closely behind. There was a downward stone staircase inside the cave entrance. The two walked one after the other for about ten minutes and came to a stone gate.
"There should have been a mechanism here before, right?" Xu Jianguo asked as he looked at an iron arrow dropped on the ground not far away.
"Yes, young master! But all the mechanisms have been destroyed by me, you don't have to worry!" Xu Li said.
Xu Jianguo nodded and said nothing more.
Xu Li walked forward, pushed open the stone door, and walked in first.
When Xu Jianguo walked into the stone gate, he discovered that behind the door was a hall with an area of hundreds of square meters, and the hall was filled with all kinds of gold, jewelry and antiques.
At the innermost part of the hall, there is a stone platform two or three meters above the ground. Its shape is a bit like an ancient altar, and on the altar stands a huge rectangular stone.
"Young Master, when I came here before, the rope was placed on that big rock." Xu Li said.
Xu Jianguo nodded and walked forward. Things were piled everywhere on the ground. In some places, there was not even room to step. Xu Jianguo simply collected things as he walked. When he came to the stone steps of the altar, the entire hall was empty.
After opening the Eye of Time and Space, Xu Jianguo scanned the altar and the entire hall, but found nothing else valuable. Then he took Xu Li back to the space.
After Xu Li left the study, Xu Jianguo immediately rushed to the next place, Nibol.
When the white light disappeared, Xu Jianguo came to a temple on the cliff of the snow-capped mountain. The temple was built on a stone platform five meters wide protruding from the cliff. Below the stone platform was a thousand-meter cliff. Xu Jianguo estimated that it was at least two or three thousand meters high. Most of the buildings in the temple were embedded in the stone wall, just like his old house in Sandaliang Village.
At this time, Xu Yang was standing in place. Opposite him were a dozen monks in white robes. In the hall behind these monks, an old monk with a solemn appearance was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.
When everyone was confronting Xu Yang before, the old monk behaved as if he didn't see, hear, or ask, as if he was in a trance. This state was only broken when Xu Jianguo suddenly appeared just now.
A gleam of light suddenly shot out from the old monk's originally cloudy eyes. In addition to an expression of surprise, there was also a hint of deep fear.
He was surprised because of Xu Jianguo's age, and he was wary because he felt an aura from this young man that was no weaker than his own.
Looking at the scene before him, Xu Jianguo could roughly guess what was going on, but as usual he still had to ask, "Xu Yang, what's going on?"
"Young Master, what you want is in the main hall, but these monks won't let me in. We fought before you came, and it was a 50-50 match. I didn't suffer any loss nor did I take any advantage." Xu Yang said.
Xu Jianguo nodded, took a step forward, and said, "I don't know if you can understand my language. I am from Longxia Country. My purpose of coming to Guibao Temple this time is to retrieve the magic tools of my Taoist sect. I hope you can help me."
After Xu Jianguo finished speaking, he stood still, and the group of monks opposite him looked at each other, seemingly not understanding what he meant. At this moment, a sigh came from the hall.
Along with this sigh, the group of monks in front of Xu Jianguo took the initiative to retreat to both sides, making way for a passage.
The old monk who was originally sitting in the hall slowly walked out.
He came to a place about three meters in front of Xu Jianguo and stood there, clasping his hands together in a salute. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I am the abbot here. You can call me Vishnu Han."
The old monk's accent was strange, but Xu Jianguo could barely understand it. He returned the greeting and then said, "Master, I'm here for the Taoist instruments. Please help me!"
"May I ask, benefactor, what is your connection with Taoism?"
"I'm not from the Taoist sect, I'm just their protector!"
"Must I take the magical weapon?"
"Yes, we must take it! After all, this is something from the Dao Sect, and it's also something from our Longxia Nation. It wouldn't be appropriate to leave it with you, would it?"
"In that case, let's have a sparring match. If I lose, you can take the magic weapon. If I win, please leave."
"Alright, I'd love to hear your great Buddhist techniques. Master, make your move!"
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