C5449 The Inheritance Test
C5449 The Inheritance Test
"This temple..."
Ye Feng's expression turned solemn. The temple gave him a very special feeling. It seemed to contain opportunities, but it also seemed to be dangerous.
"Do I need to enter it?"
Ye Feng still had a lot of confidence in his own senses. He needed to find the Holy Son of the Blood Tiger Tribe. Therefore, he could not delay for too long. He was a little hesitant about entering the temple.
At this moment, a bright light shone from the temple. Ye Feng's eyes lit up. The bright light gave him a familiar feeling. There were records of this kind of light in the ancient books of the library.
"Light of the relic."
Ye Feng muttered to himself. After a high monk died in meditation, a relic would be born in his body. The relic would often contain the inheritance of the high monk. This inheritance could be the enlightenment of the high monk when he was alive, or it could be a Buddhist technique or martial skill.
However, regardless of what the inheritance was, the high monk who could leave behind the relic was very powerful. Their inheritance was definitely not simple.
"The light of the relic will light up once every two hours. The light will last for three breaths of time."
Ye Feng counted in his heart. Sure enough, after three breaths of time, the golden light dissipated.
"There used to be a high monk in this temple."
Ye Feng understood in his heart. After most of the eminent monks passed away, if they were to give birth to a sarira, the Buddhist Sect would use a secret technique to conceal it. This way, the sarira's light would not be exposed.
However, for some unknown reason, the sarira was not concealed by the secret technique. Ye Feng was able to see the sarira's light.
"Since that's the case, then I am fated with the sarira."
Ye Feng increased his speed and rushed towards the temple.
Very quickly, Ye Feng arrived in front of the temple. The temple was dilapidated, and the wooden door was also damaged. There were holes all over the place, and Ye Feng could see the scene inside the temple through the holes.
There was a small courtyard, and a towering withered tree was located in the middle of the courtyard. The courtyard was filled with dried leaves and dust. This temple had been deserted for too long, at least ten thousand years.
"Crack."
Ye Feng reached out his hand to push the door, but the wooden door shattered. Ye Feng retracted his hand awkwardly, and walked into the courtyard from the temple that had lost its door.
There were three rooms in the courtyard, and on both sides were side rooms. The main hall's door was open, revealing the statues of Buddha in the hall.
These Buddha statues were kind and compassionate, pitying the world. Some of their faces were ferocious, like evil spirits, but they all gave people a very dignified feeling.
The sarira's light was transmitted from behind the main hall. Ye Feng did not explore the side halls on both sides, and directly walked into the main hall.
The moment he stepped into the main hall, Ye Feng felt a sudden burst of power. He suddenly turned around and was about to rush out of the main hall, but he saw a golden light enveloping the main hall's door.
To be precise, the entire hall was enveloped by a golden light. This was a formation. Anyone who stepped into the hall would be trapped by the formation.
"Is this the danger I sensed?"
A serious look appeared in Ye Feng's eyes. He considered whether or not he should break the formation and leave this place. However, the golden light gave Ye Feng an exceptionally firm feeling. He was afraid that he would not be able to break it in a short period of time.
"Those who enter the formation will defeat the Arhat of the Temple and obtain the relic inheritance."
A cold voice suddenly sounded. Ye Feng turned around and saw the Buddha statue in the middle of the hall. Its eyes were shining with golden light and it actually spoke.
"This is the inheritance test?"
Ye Feng immediately asked the Buddha statue. However, after the Buddha statue spoke, the golden light in its eyes immediately dissipated and returned to calm.
Obviously, this Buddha statue was only announcing the rules and would not converse with Ye Feng.
Ye Feng did not receive an answer and was not disappointed. He only looked around vigilantly, preparing to fight the Arhat of the Temple that the Buddha statue had mentioned.
Very quickly, from the doors on both sides of the hall, steel puppets walked out. Ye Feng was a little surprised when he saw these steel puppets.
"Is this the so-called Arhat of the Temple?"
This was the first time Ye Feng had seen a puppet. He knew that there was a very powerful branch in the Art of Crafting, which was the Puppetry Art. By relying on the Art of Crafting, one could refine powerful puppets that could kill enemies.
Powerful puppet refiners had extraordinary strength, because they could create a puppet army by themselves.
In the history of the Holy Spirit Continent, there was a peerless puppet refiner who had created a miracle. He had used his puppets to establish a dynasty, and he was known as the Puppet Emperor.
This puppet master relied on his own refining methods to refine ten Spirit Emperors and thousands of Spirit Emperors. The rest of the levels were countless.
However, the later puppet refiners did not have the talent of the Puppet Emperor. The strongest could only refine Spirit Kings.
Information about puppets flashed through Ye Feng's mind, and his eyes locked onto these steel puppets that looked like monks. There were a total of eighteen puppets, and they should correspond to the eighteen Arhats of Buddhism.
"Hah!"
In the next moment, the eighteen steel puppets shouted in unison. Their voices pierced through the clouds. Their dantians lit up with golden light, which was the source of the power of the puppets.
Immediately after, the golden light spread out of the puppets, illuminating the puppets as if they were golden men. They were the golden Arhats of Buddhism.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The bodies of the puppets were extremely heavy. They rushed towards Ye Feng, and their footsteps were like thunder. The limestone floor of the hall exploded.
Ye Feng's expression was slightly solemn. These puppets were all at the sixth level of the Spiritual Realm, and their strength was not weak. Most importantly, there were a total of eighteen of them. This was an extremely difficult enemy for Ye Feng.
Furthermore, Ye Feng had never fought against puppets before. He was not sure of the material of the puppets. If they were made of extremely sturdy materials, then no matter what, they would not be able to be destroyed. That would be a fierce battle, and Ye Feng might not be able to defeat these Arhats.
"Thousand Tribulations Sword Technique, Earth Sword!"
Ye Feng used the Thousand Tribulations Sword to fight against the eighteen puppet Arhats.
"Chi!"
The Thousand Tribulations Sword slashed onto the puppets. The Thousand Tribulations Sword, which had always been successful, actually did not slash through the puppets' bodies, only leaving behind a three-inch deep crack.
"The material is indeed extraordinary."
Ye Feng's expression became serious. The Thousand Tribulations Sword was a fifth-rank spirit weapon. The material of these puppets could barely withstand the sharpness of the sword, and it was at least made of fourth-rank materials.
"Nine Swords Heaven Splitting Sword Technique!"
Ye Feng immediately changed his attack. The Thousand Tribulations Sword Technique only had two moves at the moment, and it was suitable for a one-on-one battle or to kill the enemy with thunderous methods.
To deal with the puppets, the continuous Nine Swords Heaven Splitting Sword Technique was obviously more suitable.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
Ye Feng used his Thousand Tribulations Sword and continuously hacked onto the puppets, causing their bodies to be covered in cracks, but they were not harmed at all, and their movements were completely unrestricted.
Chapter 12 – The Thousand Tribulations Sword Technique