After all, according to the setting, he is a descendant of the Buddhist sect that has been discontinued.

After thinking about this, Gu Changsheng also condensed slightly and decided to hurry up. After all, the next time I can enter this small room, I don't know what year or month.

Thinking of this, he thought for a while, and then sat down again. Gu Changsheng's expression began to become serious, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

"The Buddha sect has become like this, why is it still judged to be a sect?"

The turtle shell received the message, and the lines inside the shell began to wriggle, and finally a small font emerged.

'The sect faction, the ability to pass on, is not born out of thin air. As the saying goes, there are gods who are three feet above their heads, and at the end of the sect, there are individuals who can subvert everything. ’

As long as the root remains, the sect will not be destroyed. ’

This time, the font is quite short, but after Gu Changsheng took it all in his eyes, he still felt that he had gained a lot.

"I see......"

Under the thoughtful expression, there was a spiritual light that only owed a foot to the door, which suddenly appeared at this moment.

A simple question.

In the process of leveling up, what did the monks gain in addition to their strength? Gu Changsheng was still a little hazy before, but at this moment, he had a guess in his heart.

Let's take a simple example.

Specific species such as orangutans, tigers, elephants.

These individuals can be through exercise, eating, or congenital genetics, etc., and then widen the gap in physique and strength.

A strong individual may be able to fight one against three, or even one against ten.

But that's all there is to the limit – there is a limit to the muscles that can be exercised, and there is a limit to what the body can carry. Even the apex of the individual cannot escape the shackles of race after all.

Just as in this era, ordinary people will eventually die of old age in their sixties and seventies.

The so-called fine clothes and jade food, strengthening the body, after all, is only to prolong life, after all, it cannot reverse the suffering of life and death.

This is a theorem, a norm of human ethics, and a class of fixed numbers that are similar to those in the dark.

And yet at the moment, at this very moment.

Gu Changsheng understood...... What is the truth about the so-called monks?

"Through continuous advancement, the life of a monk has been sublimated to a certain extent."

Life extension is just one thing.

Like a tiger's skin, the body is like soft rubber, and it can also swallow people and heal injuries.

For example, Song Banxian, a word is qualitative, and the mandate of heaven can also be measured.

Strange people with such means, in essence, they are already very different from ordinary people.

And if you take it a step further, spread out these thoughts and continue to dig deeper.

"Five-level, sixth-level, or even higher-level sect powers, they ......"

"What has become of me?"

The answer lies in the font that appears inside the turtle shell.

These people have become the root cause.

"These powerful men are beyond the constraints of race, they are long-lived, powerful, and possess some unpredictable powers. And with these things, they become ......"

Gu Changsheng muttered in detail, he seemed to be a little short of words at this time, so he had to choke for a moment, and then added softly.

"They became ......"

"God?"

Once such a thought surfaced, it was somehow obtained, Gu Changsheng only felt a chill attack. He shivered coldly, and his heartbeat was half a beat slower.

Gu Changsheng thought of the earlier time when he had heard the abbot mention that it was similar to 'there are gods with three feet above his head'.

His expression stiffened by three points at the moment.

This question does not seem appropriate to be discussed in detail at this time...... Besides, knowing this, it was enough for Gu Changsheng.

Because Gu Changsheng asked this question, the reason was for another purpose.

I saw him nod quietly, and lowered his head at this time, but his gaze swept away, and finally stayed on his clenched fists for a moment.

What Gu Changsheng wanted to know was how this so-called 'sect' was defined.

Nowadays, it seems that every big family that can inherit it to this day has the power to go to a certain degree as a pioneer.

They have made a career and passed on their own skills, dividing the hierarchy so that future generations can grope their way forward.

It is known that there are now a total of ten sects on the surface, and there are also Buddhist sects that have been characterized as 'extinction'.

This is all due to the fact that among the group of monks there are some extremely powerful individuals who have become, or are close to, the existence of 'gods'.

That's why it was judged to be a 'sect' in the information on the turtle's back.

And so on.

The 'Brass Gate' legacy he now carries.

And how to characterize it?

Gu Changsheng's expression became a little strange at this moment, because if he deduced it according to this theory, maybe the Brass Gate was a sect that existed before and was extremely powerful.

Because they were invaded like the Buddha sect and fell to the power of the sect, they finally ended up severing their lineage, and even their names were left behind.

According to this theory, perhaps ...... 'Nightmare Space' is a sect method that has been handed down in some way?

But in this way, Gu Changsheng was also a little curious.

What kind of crisis has this Brass Gate encountered, so that it will fall into the fall of power and the loss of inheritance?

You must know that Buddhism was pushed alive by the Tang Dynasty, and to this day, it is still recorded on the turtle shell.

This is enough to show the strength of the vitality of the 'sect'.

And that's not all.

You must know that the Brass Gate controls the ability to travel through time similarly.

Now that Gu Changsheng is just a first-level waiter, he has been able to roughly explore some of the past and future outlines through the nightmare space.

The other stronger sect heirs can only be more powerful than Gu Changsheng.

As the party with a natural 'information gap', they have time to make corresponding strategies for the future situation.

This can be said to be 'invincibility'.

But since then......

How did the heir of this brass gate end up so miserably?

Gu Changsheng couldn't figure it out.

Maybe...... Perhaps there is more hidden and untold information lurking in this deduced storyline?

This concept took shape quickly in his mind, and it was quickly finalized, and Gu Changsheng did not leak his voice at the moment, but just raised his cheek with one hand and made a contemplative look.

He didn't choose to ask directly about the tortoise shell, the 'Brass Gate'.

This is also because Gu Changsheng is sensitive to information protection - the devil knows if this turtle shell has a function similar to a computer's 'browsing history'!

When the time comes, he asks more, and the cabinet guy discovers the Brass Gate, and this matter will be troublesome......

Whether it was out of caution or his own character, Gu Changsheng chose to deduce specific information in his own way.

Now that he knew the general outline of the sect's faction, and deduced the ins and outs of the Brass Gate by himself, the confusion in Gu Changsheng's heart had already dissipated most of it.

But now that the opportunity is rare, he will definitely not think of giving up casually. Gu Changsheng had to ponder for a while, then opened his mouth and continued.

"It's about the fourth-level descendant of the Hell Gate, Master Yin, what exactly is the content of this?"

The turtle shell responded and shook slightly. The font on it appeared, but it made Gu Changsheng frown slightly.

'Confidentiality level, Xuan level lower grade. ’

'Insufficient permissions to view. ’

This made Gu Changsheng's face a little bitter all of a sudden.

Isn't this really tricking him, little old man? This is only the second question, and it already involves the lack of permissions.

Gu Changsheng couldn't help but sigh lightly.

He tried to adjust his train of thought, pondered for a moment, and then asked again.

"Can you tell me about the eighteen layers of hell?"

Eighteen layers of hell, that was the scene that Gu Changsheng encountered when he traveled through the nightmare space last time. This is also a branch line that he needs to focus on taking care of next.

This turtle shell is also unambiguous, and when he heard Gu Changsheng's question, he trembled for a while - the sharp-eyed Gu Changsheng could see the traces of slurry on the top, as well as the overall thickness of the turtle shell, which seemed to be slowly decreasing.

Perhaps when the shell is completely thinner and lighter, it loses its meaning as a 'consumable'?

As soon as such thoughts surfaced, Gu Changsheng saw a small piece of fly-headed writing appear on the turtle shell.

'Confidentiality level, prefecture-level medium grade. ’

'Insufficient permissions to view. ’

“……”

Seeing this, Gu Changsheng snorted lightly, and couldn't help frowning.

He realized the difference between the two permission requirements.

"Master Yin is a fourth-level descendant of the Hell Gate, and his relevant information is classified as a Xuan-level inferior grade in the turtle shell, which should be the explanation ......"

The relevant information of the fourth-level sect heirs is roughly around this level.

"And the higher the level of intelligence information, the higher the authority it should need. If that's a good theory......"

Eighteen layers of hell, the descendants of the Hell Gate related to this thing......

Maybe it was done by a character who is far more powerful than Master Yin?

Knowing this, Gu Changsheng's expression couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

A descendant of the Hell Gate who is even more ruthless than the Yin Master?

"I'm ...... What iniquity has been created? ”

Sighing lightly, Gu Changsheng collapsed on the chair, but in the end, he had to cheer up.

Because there is still time.

He Gu Changsheng still has a lot of work about autumn to make a detailed layout, and try to change some other processes.

The successful case in Jiuhuan Village has given Gu Changsheng three points of self-confidence.

After all...... He sees the end, but the road is underfoot.

How to go, it is still Gu Changsheng who has the final say.

简单地调整了一下思绪，既然地狱门这边暂时问不出什么其他的信息，那他也可以尝试着问问其他的。

For example......

"How much do you know about the Nuwa Temple?"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Changsheng saw that this turtle shell suddenly began to tremble wildly!

The pulp, textures, and even many traces on it are all twisted and wriggled at this moment, and finally gathered together.

It was a black blur, no bigger than a fingernail. But this information seemed to contain a very terrifying power, which made Gu Changsheng feel a little frightened.

The appearance of this turtle shell is so strange, which shows that ......

Did he ask something strange?

Between his thoughts floating, Gu Changsheng saw a few small words vaguely floating above him.

'Secrecy level, heaven level ......'

'Inferior. ’

Touch!!!

There was a crisp sound, and it was a mess.

Under Gu Changsheng's dumbfounded expression, he watched as the turtle shell exploded, and finally turned into a piece of slag.

This......

He actually blew himself up?!