Dragon's Origin

Wang Sheng was visiting the Old Lord Temple for the first time. With Wang Sheng's knowledge from Earth, he never imagined that the scale of the Old Lord Temple would be so large.

The Old Lord Temple was located in the suburbs of the capital, directly occupying a site that was said to be tens of thousands of acres. No wonder it could only be in the suburbs; such a scale was almost the size of the imperial city. The capital city couldn't accommodate it, so where else could it be but the suburbs?

There were nearly ten thousand Taoist priests cultivating in the Old Lord Temple alone. Seeing this, Wang Sheng no longer doubted how the Old Lord Temple had survived the dynastic changes. This level of power was enough to usurp the throne, let alone protect itself.

Fortunately, he didn't have any designs on the Old Lord Temple later, otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Following the old Taoist Ling Xu, they arrived at the Sutra Pavilion. Everywhere they passed, as long as they were Taoist priests, young or old, they all respectfully saluted and stepped aside. The old Taoist waved his hand grandly, his power unimaginable.

Wang Sheng didn't even want to delve into why such a high-ranking and powerful old Taoist would insist on living in seclusion in that small mountain village. The larger the Old Lord Temple and the longer its history, the more useful it was to Wang Sheng, and the more likely he was to get the answers he wanted.

Only when they reached the Sutra Pavilion did it become somewhat quiet. The old Taoist asked Wang Sheng to sit down, and a young Taoist immediately came to offer fragrant tea.

When there was no one else around, the old Taoist got up and, from the Sutra Pavilion, which was almost comparable to a university library Wang Sheng had seen on Earth, he rummaged through it like a butterfly flitting through flowers, finding dozens of scrolls and placing them in front of Wang Sheng.

"These are all the records from that time," the old Taoist said, pushing a pile of scrolls to the side and then patting the table. "I know you have wine, hurry up and take it out."

In the Old Lord Temple, a place of strict discipline, and in the Sutra Pavilion, the old Taoist dared to openly ask for wine. For this alone, Wang Sheng had to give the old Taoist a thumbs up.

Wang Sheng had a storage ring and had bought wine when he went to see the old Taoist. He wasn't being pretentious at this moment and took it out directly. While pouring wine for the old Taoist, Wang Sheng asked strangely, "Old Taoist, you are so prestigious in the Old Lord Temple, why don't you get a better storage ring to play with? You can store some wine and dishes and take them out whenever you need them, wouldn't that be good?"

"Good storage rings are all filled with the Old Lord Temple's cultivation secrets, how can they be spared?" The old Taoist said angrily, "I really don't know what they're thinking. The Taoist scriptures of my Taoist founder that have spread throughout the world are the real treasures of Taoism. What are those cultivation secrets? They're abandoning the fundamental for the trivial! I don't need those things, I'll drink if there's wine, and I won't drink if there's no wine, why force it?"

"Understood," Wang Sheng nodded and gave the old Taoist a thumbs up again, praising his open-mindedness. After drinking a cup with the old Taoist, he said, "However, there is a reason for this arrangement."

"What reason?" The old Taoist glanced at Wang Sheng and retorted angrily.

"Since the Taoist scriptures have spread throughout the world, there is naturally no need to worry about the inheritance being cut off," Wang Sheng had long been unrestrained in his interactions with the old Taoist, and he didn't treat him as an ancestor to be worshiped. He spoke freely, saying whatever came to mind. "But if the Old Lord Temple doesn't keep those cultivation books, it might be destroyed one day. If the Taoist scriptures spread throughout the world, but the Taoist priests are all gone, would you be happy to see that?"

"Humph!" The old Taoist had nothing to say, snorted coldly, and muttered, "It's exactly the same as what those little guys said, really."

Wang Sheng completely understood that the old Taoist had a high level of cultivation and a thorough understanding of the Taoist scriptures, but he was still a bit idealistic. Moreover, he himself actually understood this, otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed the abbot to do those things he didn't want to do, preferring to hide in a small mountain village for peace and quiet.

"Tell me about it!" Seeing the old Taoist unhappy, Wang Sheng also laughed. After laughing, he said seriously.

"Tell you about what?" The old Taoist glanced at Wang Sheng and asked.

"Tell me about the things that are not recorded in this pile of scrolls," Wang Sheng looked at the old Taoist very seriously and said earnestly.

"Am I showing it so obviously?" The old Taoist was stunned and looked at Wang Sheng in disbelief.

"It's almost written on your face," Wang Sheng nodded.

Ling Xu had been a little abnormal since he came in. He was looking for scrolls for Wang Sheng, but he also wanted to drink and complain. This didn't seem like the quiet and inactive old Taoist Wang Sheng knew in the small mountain village. Obviously, something had caused him to lose his composure.

Was it losing his composure because of a breakthrough in Taoist theory? Losing his composure because he understood Tai Chi? Losing his composure because of the world's first Old Lord statue? Losing his composure because of regular script? Obviously impossible. Then, the only thing that could lead to the old Taoist's loss of composure was probably the secret he wanted to give Wang Sheng.

"Originally, the condition I promised you was to tell you the things in these records," the old Taoist Ling Xu was seen through by Wang Sheng, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he felt relieved and said slowly, "But this time you have helped my Taoist sect and helped me too much. The favor is too great, and I feel a little sorry to only show you these things."

Wang Sheng was overjoyed. Why was he so diligent in completing the old Taoist's task? Why did he overfulfill it? Wasn't it just to get more favors from the old Taoist? Here, the reward is coming soon.

"However, some things are of great importance, and even the contemporary abbot doesn't know many things," the old Taoist looked at Wang Sheng solemnly and asked, "Before I tell you these things, you have to tell me your true identity. I can't tell these things to someone I don't know."

Wang Sheng had been wearing that mask ever since he came out of the Heavenly Work Workshop, and no one knew his true face. This included Grandmaster Lu and the old Taoist. The old Taoist knew that Wang Sheng was wearing a mask, but he didn't know his true identity, and he only asked about it at this time.

This requirement was normal. With the old Taoist's seniority, age, and cultivation, he was likely to have mastered many secrets that ordinary people didn't know. These secrets could never be told to someone whose origin and identity were completely unknown.

Wang Sheng directly removed the spiritual energy that activated the mask's formation. The effect of the mask disappeared instantly, and Wang Sheng's true face was revealed.

"I am the person from Worry-Free City who can freely enter and exit the Thousand Absolutes Land," Wang Sheng looked at the old Taoist and quietly said his true identity, then waited for the old Taoist's reaction.

Wang Sheng was looking forward to what choice the old Taoist would make. Would he subdue Wang Sheng and then force him to reveal the secret of entering and exiting the Thousand Absolutes Land? Or would he simply ignore Wang Sheng's identity and continue to tell Wang Sheng what he wanted to know? After all, the secret of the Thousand Absolutes Land was too important, so important that even the people of the Old Lord Temple might be tempted.