Chapter 5

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"General Temple hasn’t made a move for twenty years, but when they do, it’s still the same style as before!"

Tang Changsheng naturally wouldn’t be aware of these various exclamations. In fact, at this moment, he had already vanished without a trace inside the General Temple!

Just now, he had woken up, now extremely puzzled, and asked himself, "Where is this place?"

It was a room, extremely ancient in appearance...

Even within the General Temple, there had been some modernization, with water, electricity, air conditioning, and internet...

However, this was an ancient and elegant room. The white light gauze canopy had been retracted, and the floor was made of tightly fitted water-polished large blue bricks, smooth and bright, exuding a grand atmosphere.

On the opposite white wall, there was a large character for ‘Dao,’ and below it, a prayer mat was placed.

Although the room was simply decorated, the luxury could be seen in many details.

For example, the large wooden bed he was lying on was definitely made of high-quality sandalwood and was a grand canopy bed.

The platform extended two feet beyond the front of the bed, with four corner posts and wooden railings. Some even had windows on the sides, forming a small corridor in front of the bed. Although small, one could enter it, and stepping into the corridor was like stepping into a room. In the middle of the corridor, there was a footrest, and on both sides, small furniture like tables and stools could be placed to hold miscellaneous items.

On the railings and posts, there were intricate carvings of cranes and auspicious clouds, incredibly beautiful.

This bed alone could almost be considered a work of art, and if auctioned at Sotheby’s, it would be worth at least tens of millions.

If this bed had some age and was considered an antique, its value would easily multiply several times.

The question was, who, besides the General Temple, would be so generous as to use such a treasure as real furniture?

While he was puzzled, he subconsciously touched the Bagua mirror in his hand and couldn’t help but feel relieved.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and a Taoist priest in a striking purple robe, accompanied by two Taoist boys, walked in, swinging his sleeves.

Unlike the deep blue, understated robe Tang Changsheng was wearing, this Taoist’s robe was extremely eye-catching. Moreover, there were many differences in the details of the headdress...

Tang Changsheng hadn’t reacted to the situation when the man already walked over enthusiastically and pulled Tang Changsheng, saying, "Daoist friend, you’ve finally woken up, just in time, just in time. Qinglong Mingyue, hurry up and serve, the green rice porridge should be cooling down, right?"

Qinglong Mingyue? Tang Changsheng felt a chill.

He saw the two Taoist boys walk over to serve him the porridge.

At this moment, Tang Changsheng felt increasingly that something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

On the contrary, the purple-robed Taoist was very热情, and didn’t stop talking: "... Just by looking at your attire, I can tell you’re from far away. Come and stay at my Yuanyang Temple first, don’t be too formal with me... If you’re formal with me, it means you look down on me..."

"Who?" Tang Changsheng suddenly felt a mix of amusement and bewilderment. The problem was, he needed to know who this person was!

He asked, "What is your esteemed name and Daoist title?"

The Taoist slapped his head, finally remembering he hadn’t introduced himself: "I am Daoist Xin Chengying, a disciple of Master Lü Yuanhua. This is Yuanyang Temple, where my master and I reside. As for you, we found you unconscious outside the city, so we brought you here!"

Tang Changsheng recalled the vortex generated by the Bagua mirror, which seemed to have a tremendous suction force, truly pulling him in and stirring him. He had indeed fainted at the end.

Hearing this, he hurried to sit up: "Thank you, Daoist friend, for saving my life!"

"No need to be formal, no need to be formal... Just lie down, it’s fine..."

Seeing Tang Changsheng struggle to sit up, Xin Chengying said.

Tang Changsheng shook his head. After being awake for a while and drinking a few sips of porridge, he felt his strength returning to his body, and he wasn’t as uncomfortable as before...

It seemed this porridge was quite extraordinary... After drinking it, he felt warmth rising from his dantian.

At this moment, one of the Taoist boys, whether Qinglong or Mingyue, scooped another spoonful of porridge and brought it to Tang Changsheng’s mouth.

This time, he paid attention and indeed noticed that the porridge, though light and smooth, had a faint medicinal scent. As it entered his stomach, he felt a warm sensation.

Tang Changsheng couldn’t help but exclaim, "This is made with a hundred-year-old ginseng!"

Xin Chengying clapped and laughed, "You have a good eye, my master said you were tainted by ghostly qi and lost some of your vital energy. But it’s not too bad, as you practice the orthodox Daoist method and have a solid foundation. A few days of rest will do you good!"

Tang Changsheng felt both shocked and excited.

A hundred-year-old ginseng wasn’t something that could be bought for a few dollars per pound. It was a rare and valuable item. Even if it were for sale, it would be auctioned.

A single piece could easily be worth millions.

And here, this person had casually stewed it to make porridge for him.

Not only that, but Master Lü Yuanhua, whose cultivation level was unknown, had a very keen eye and clearly diagnosed his condition...

Indeed, although Tang Changsheng had recently been weakened by nurturing a ghost, he still had over ten years of cultivation, which provided a solid foundation...

Only now did Tang Changsheng realize that the sense of unease he had been feeling was becoming increasingly intense!

He couldn’t help but ask, "May I ask, Daoist friend, where am I now?"

"Oh, I’ve already told you, this is Yuanyang Temple, in my Wu Hou Kingdom, Su Xu City... My master is the national master of Prince Wu Hou..."

Boom, although Xin Chengying’s voice wasn’t loud, it sounded like a bomb to Tang Changsheng.

He finally understood where the growing sense of dissonance since he woke up was coming from!

Indeed, despite not stepping out of this room, the differences between two completely different worlds were accumulating more and more...

Damn, I’ve traveled through time!

So, this so-called key is actually for time travel!

...

Which dynasty of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, or Qing is this? Which prefecture and county is this?

Where is the Wu Hou Kingdom and Su Xu City? What world is this?

For a moment, Tang Changsheng’s mind was so shocked that it almost went blank...

At night, the cool breeze was like water, and the stars were like a gathering.

Just by looking at the bright stars in the sky, one couldn’t help but wonder if they had really traveled through time?

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