Under the Marriage Tree
Although the Hanging Temple has an ancient and magnificent appearance, it does not actually look very big from the outside.
Each Demon Race, accompanied by a different guiding monk, entered this ancient temple, where they immediately felt the chanting of Zen. Moreover, although the temple was large, there were no worshippers, making it even more serene.
In fact, the Hanging Temple has been secluded all year round, except for the time when a Heavenly Jade descends once every sixty years.
The guide monk from the Aquatic Clan, also dressed in Hundred-Patch Robe, was not very old. He simply led the way quietly without uttering a word.
"With so many different races living in the temple, won't there be conflicts?"
Li Mo couldn't help but feel curious.
"I think it's probably... likely, right?"
Murong Xiao looked into the distance.
"Um?"
"Brother Li, you can see for yourself."
He looked in the direction Murong Xiao was pointing.
In front of the main hall of the temple, a group of the Avian Clan and a group of the Aquatic Clan were facing off, both sides exuding a menacing aura, with the demons outnumbering the aquatic ones.
"Our Peerless Sky Flood Dragon possesses the strength to uproot mountains and the aura to overwhelm the world. The mere Azure Green Phoenix Goddess, once she falls into his hands, hmph!"
"You're crude and ignorant! When have Avian Clan ever won by brute force? Our Goddess is as graceful as a fleeting shadow, Wu Mo couldn't even touch a single hair on her head. Do you even know what a hair is? Do you even have one?"
"You attacked in your demon form, huh?!"
"Go ahead and hit me if you dare. If you do, I'll lie down."
"Hetui!"
The two sides were arguing fiercely, but after all, the main damage dealer on the Avian Clan was a Parrot Clan, whose firepower of eight bursts per second was extremely powerful.
What's even more terrifying is that he provokes others while simultaneously being ready to lie down at any moment; who can win a verbal battle against him?
The Aquatic Clan couldn't stand it anymore and decided to temporarily replace the player with a Water Arrow Frog.
Spitting in retaliation.
The scene was chaotic at one point.
"..."
Xiao Li Sky Dragon covered his face and quickly pulled Murong Xiao to catch up with the group, afraid of being seen by the two groups of demons.
Upon entering the side hall, one discovers a hidden paradise—a secluded spot nestled against the mountains and beside the water.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether they were still inside the Hanging Temple, or whether they had traveled to another place in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths through the door of a side hall.
Li Mo had never seen such methods even in Cloud-Crossing Sword City, which shows how powerful the Hanging Temple is.
Um...
No wonder the demons of the Southern Border didn't dare to make a move when they arrived at the temple.
Upon arriving at the side room by the water, they found Wu Qing Murong Feng, along with a familiar-looking old monk. The monk who had led the way earlier went up to greet them as a disciple.
"Son, you've come."
"Come quickly and pay your respects to Master Heng Yuan."
Murong Xiao was taken aback.
Li Mo glanced at him and said:
"Master, how have you been?"
"Amitabha."
The kind-faced Heng Yuan Hengyuan greeted him with a smile.
After exchanging greetings, Li Mo remained silent, having just witnessed the recent misfortunes of Heng Yuan old monk Hengyuan through the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye.
[After a long and arduous journey of investigation, determined to overcome all obstacles, he accepted Murong Xiao as his disciple.]
As expected, Wu Qing spoke up, hoping that her son could stay at the Hanging Temple for the time being.
"But I'm already a disciple of the Clear Abyss Sect." Murong Xiao scratched his bald head and looked at Li Mo.
"As long as the elders agree, joining other sects is also possible."
"Um..."
Murong Xiao's face showed struggle.
Li Mo thought for a moment and said, "The Hanging Temple is in the Southern Border after all, so you can see your parents often."
The Hanging Temple is a prestigious and renowned Zen Sect, and frankly speaking, Brother Murong is more suited to Buddhist martial arts in terms of temperament.
Moreover, a half-demon's body also needs the harmonization of Buddhist teachings.
Although he might not be able to invest in Murong Brother anymore, he still hopes his friend will have a better future.
Murong Xiao hesitated for a while, after all, he had never thought of joining Buddhism.
However, after careful consideration, and upon learning that the Hanging Temple allows people to return to secular life, he finally agreed.
Let's go.
Wu Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The couple were going to take Murong Xiao with Heng Yuan to the main hall of the Hanging Temple.
Just in time, Li Mo also wanted to make some records with the Heavenly Fate Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye Heavenly Jade.
So the group walked out of the side hall and cave where the Aquatic Clan lived.
Monks would occasionally bow to Heng Yuan, and Demon Race would show reverence.
As he walked, he took out a small notebook and made notes.
[Name: Biao Lie]
[Age: 47]
[Root Bone: A trace of Qiongqi bloodline.]
[Realm Level: Late Stage of Rank 7 (Late Stage of the Divine Observation Realm)]
[Destiny: Blue]
[Evaluation: The Qiongqi Clan's bloodline is still quite diluted]
[Recent encounter: When entering the Myriad Demon Tower of the Hanging Temple, I failed the test of the Ancestral True Spirit.]
[Name: Yu Miao]
[Name: Qiu Yu]
Along the way, they encountered many Demon Race, including some with powerful innate bloodlines.
Li Mo walked and wrote, marking out the items that were worth investing in.
"I've only mastered one of the Seventy-Two Transformations so far. If I could obtain a drop of the Essence Blood of these races, wouldn't I be able to perform many more transformations?"
If he could transform into Green Phoenix, he could go to the celestial realm of the Avian Clan right now.
You only realize how little you know when you need it most...
Be envious.
As they walked, Wu Qing suddenly stopped.
"My lord, we've arrived here again."
Decades have passed in the blink of an eye.
The couple looked emotional.
Looking around, Li Mo saw an ancient, verdant tree with lush, verdant branches that resembled a canopy. Many different kinds of brocade pouches were tied to its branches, swaying in the wind.
Many other demons also tried to hang the brocade pouch there.
"This Marriage Tree is still the same as before."
Wu Qing met Murong Feng not long after she made a wish in front of the Marriage Tree.
"Xiao Mo, why don't you give it a try? It's very effective."
Murong Feng turned around and took out a brocade pouch:
"When my wife and I came to fulfill our vow, the brocade pouch that my wife wore all those years ago fell down. Here, take it."
Taking the brocade pouch, Li Mo shook his head and said:
"I'm not really superstitious about these things."
Midnight.
There were no demons around.
Under the cover of night, a figure slipped out of the side hall where the Aquatic Clan lived. When he arrived at the Marriage Tree, he found the place deserted, unlike the bustling scene during the day, and breathed a sigh of relief.
With a light leap, he jumped up into the tree.
A brocade pouch appeared on the tree.
It was not particularly noticeable among the many clever schemes available.
Having done all this, Sky Dragon clapped his hands in satisfaction and was about to turn and leave.
Snap--
A soft sound.
The brocade pouch that had just been hung up fell down.
"Huh? Did I not tie it tightly?"
Li Mo muttered to himself and climbed back up the tree.
After a while.
Little Li, watching the brocade pouch fall from the Marriage Tree for the third time, scratched the back of his head in bewilderment.
Even a knotted knot won't work?
This is really weird!
Is he unworthy?
Or is there something wrong with the Marriage Tree?
Logically speaking, the brocade pouch should only fall when one is fulfilling a vow!
"Try again..."
Li Mo was Qi Ingestion, and this time he decided to climb the Marriage Tree using his hands and feet, following the method he had heard about.
We've only climbed halfway up.
Suddenly, a familiar, clear voice came from behind:
"What... are you doing?"