"It's a bad feeling, I know what happened in the past, but I just can't remember it."

After half a month of continuous cultivation, the progress was very slow, and Lin Zhengyang had always been very concerned about this matter.

"Perhaps, with the help of the power of the main temple, I can cross time and space and witness it with my own eyes."

Undoubtedly, the main temple has this ability.

It's just that Lin Zhengyang has always been consciously or unintentionally rejected, trying to avoid this kind of overly powerful and incomprehensible power as much as possible.

Not because of anything else, but because the main temple was so easy to use, so good that it almost allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

There is no shame in relying on external forces, and Lin Zhengyang does not have these senseless psychological cleanliness, let alone think that this is an evil way.

A gentleman is good at things and fakes.

Foreign objects can also be used, the key is how to use them.

In fact, the number of times he really took the initiative to borrow the power of the main temple was only once in Lin Zhengyang's impression.

That time, he wiped out an evil god whose body was composed of billions of brilliant spheres.

The main shrine is so easy to use, harnessing this power makes people have the illusion of omnipotence, and it almost shakes the mind.

After a lifetime of cultivation, or even ten lifetimes, he may never reach this level, and even he, who was determined at the beginning, was discouraged, and even sighed that "cultivation is useless".

Since then, he has been trying to avoid using this power again, so as not to affect himself.

But now it seems that it is time to borrow it.

"Occultly speaking, there is such a record belt on the outside of the world, which has the highest mystery in the occult, which is called the Akaxia Record, the River of Time."

"It is tangible and intangible, it is a kind of record, or echo, as large as the sun, moon and stars, as small as the moment when each quantum particle rises and falls in the void, it starts at the beginning of the world and ends at the end of the world, it is infinite and finite······· No matter how big or small, every detail, every action, every thought, is recorded in it. ”

"Maybe there are some things that I have forgotten a long time ago, but there must be records here, and I only need to use the power of the main temple to find my drop of water from the vast sea."

The difficulty lies not only in snooping, but also in how to find exactly what you are looking for from this unimaginably large database.

The so-called flash of inspiration and whim of ordinary people, most of the inductions in the dark come from this.

Those who possess this gift, who can communicate the records of the Akasha and spy on the information, are the true prophets in the eyes of the world.

Of course, because the information available to mortals is limited, and the database is so complex, many times the prophets' predictions are quite one-sided and difficult to decipher.

Lin Zhengyang travels in many time and space on the main plane every day, and sometimes he will peek into a corner of the past and the future, but it is only a quick glimpse.

He didn't know exactly how long the main plane would be, and how long it would last, so many times the information he saw was meaningless and inexplicable.

It can be said that almost the vast majority is useless information.

In this case, the search for specific information is equivalent to looking for a grain of sand on the seashore that is not special, and it requires a lot of patience and perseverance, and it takes a lot of patience and perseverance, and you have to be prepared to find nothing.

Of course, there are shortcuts, and the main shrine is the shortcut.

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The rear of the main shrine is raised and has eaves, which are divided into three parts: steps, house, and roof.

At the bottom of the steps, in addition to the pedestal itself, there is also a tall pedestal below, which is connected up and down by a long majesty.

The whole hall is rectangular, symmetrical on the left and right, solemn and atmospheric.

In front of the hall there is a square paved with white jade, decorated with exquisite pictures and texts.

All along, Lin Zhengyang sat cross-legged in this square and did not stay directly in the hall.

This time, he followed His Majesty, slowly climbed up, reached the tall platform, and then followed the steps, layer by layer.

There is no need to clean, the steps are bright and clean, like fine white jade.

There are no gaps between the steps, as if the whole body is carved like a huge piece of white jade.

When you go up the stairs, the main hall opens, and the left gate is gone, leaving only one door on the right.

The whole gate is pitch black, and when you look closely, it looks like it is made of bronze.

It winds and turns, carved with unknown lines.

Ignoring the incomprehensible things, he went straight into it.

There are no windows in the hall, and the light comes from nowhere, a piece of crystal, as if it has come to the snow, and there is the fluorescence of beautiful jade everywhere.

There are not many furnishings in the hall, screens, bonsai, thrones, and I don't know when a Qiqiao Palace lamp is missing, which should have been a pair.

After looking at the layout of the hall again, and making sure that there was no change, Lin Zhengyang walked to a corner of the hall, behind the screen painted with landscape paintings.

The screen is very large, and a small world is separated from the hall.

When I turned around, I saw a bookshelf, but unfortunately it was now empty.

On one side of the bookshelf, there is a cloud bed, and on the edge of the cloud bed, there are two chairs, and a desk, the table and chair are against the wall, and there is a wooden carved shelf above it, and the mirror that was originally placed on it has disappeared.

I don't know how many times I've rummaged through it.

Even under the cloud bed, he rummaged through, but he couldn't find any small objects that he could take away.

It's clean, and the host seems to have hidden everything.

Or the previous owners emptied everything they could pack and take away.

"I remember asking Xiao Tong how many people in this hall have come, and he said that Taiyi has been here, Zhou Yi has come, and then it is me, and I am already the third."

"Heavenly Emperor Taiyi, forcibly broke in, the temple spontaneously counterattacked, thinking that he got the big head."

"Zhou Yi followed Taiyi's old traces, with the traces left by Taiyi's opening of the road, he was able to enter easily and took away the remnants here, presumably it was very clean."

"When it's my turn, although the spirit of the instrument has awakened and the right to inherit, it is already poor and white, and there is no rice to cook."

Those who could be removed were removed.

The rest can't be moved.

What is left of the temple is fixed here by the main lord and cannot be moved, as well as the main temple itself.

Thinking back then, the main lord of the temple, the power who forced his way out of the final catastrophe of the foreign heavens, crossed the void, and came here, what kind of demeanor was it? How powerful?

How can such a powerful person, even if it is only for daily use, be mortal?

According to the height of his vision, I am afraid that if it is not the spices he uses inadvertently, they are all rare treasures of the heavens.

Every time he thought of this, Lin Zhengyang felt that he had missed an opportunity to become an upstart, and he was so depressed that he just wanted to vomit blood.