bullyxtreme Chapter 343: Temple at the Dome
Chapter 343: Temple at the Dome
Afterwards, Bai Hao very politely waited until the poetry meeting was over before stepping onto the floating rock to head for the Tianding Dome Peak. In the end, he did not agree to let Qingyun Jushi join the academy, which made the centenarian feel extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Xiaoyun originally wanted to ride the floating rock up with Bai Hao and his group, but when he saw his teacher looking depressed, he decided to stay and comfort him and then fly up afterwards.
"Mr. Yang, don't be too sad. Viscount Campbell is not from the East after all. He even just set foot on the land of the East a few days ago..."
Qingyun Lay Buddhist had a gloomy face. Hearing this, he glanced at Yang Xiaoyun and sighed, "I already have one foot in the coffin. This is all I can achieve in this life."
"You are a saint in calligraphy, and as for the saint in poetry, I don't think I deserve such a title, and no one in the vast East, or even in the entire Walterland, is worthy of it!"
Qingyun Lay Buddhist gently stroked his chest which was constantly rising and falling and said in a deep voice: "But with that child's talent, he will definitely be able to achieve the status of a saint of poetry in the future. Although I am not a saint, if I can become the teacher of a saint, my life... can be considered perfect!"
Yang Xiaoyun looked at the excited Qingyun Layman and couldn't help shaking his head and said, "But as far as I know, Viscount Campbell has always been interested in magic research. I heard that before he came here, he was hanging out in Scott's academic house every day, and he seemed to be studying some magic technology... In short, it has nothing to do with poetry."
"Mr. Yang, you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible. Viscount Campbell will leave the East in a few days and return to the Central Plains to continue his research on magic..."
After hearing this, Qingyun Lay Buddhist thought for a moment, and suddenly his expression became a little strange. He murmured in a low voice: "Magic... technology?"
"Yes, it is said that it is a technology that can allow ordinary people like you who have no magical talent to use high-level magic. But in my opinion, it is a bit far-fetched. Low- and medium-level magic is the limit."
Qingyun Lay Buddhist ignored Yang Xiaoyun's words and just continued, "Isn't magic technology what my great-great-granddaughter is tinkering with every day? Every time she skips classes at the academy, she goes to Qiankun Peak to hang out with those white-robed scholars..."
"Oh, I know about this. A few days ago, they held a scientific research exchange meeting. They said that they got inspiration from a dark elf scholar named Jia Nanyuan in southern Xinjiang and developed a magic stone that can carry intermediate magic."
As Yang Xiaoyun was speaking, Qingyun suddenly took out a round and smooth white pebble from the inner pocket of his robe and said softly, "Here, this is it. It contains some intermediate-level magic for strengthening the body. It can make me less sick and tired. Yang Yu gave it to me yesterday."
Bai Hao, who was slowly climbing up on the floating rock, had no idea that the magical technology he had been dreaming of was being toyed with by two old men who were not experts in the field.
The speed of the floating rock is very slow. It is not a means of transportation to reach the top of the mountain. The main function of the floating rock in Shenshan Garden is for sightseeing.
After all, most mages can master the art of flying once they reach the intermediate level, and they don't need such inefficient floating rocks at all.
It was already evening, with two suns hanging over the skyline, dyeing countless floating clouds bright red, which gave the entire Shenshan Court a warm hue.
On the slowly rising pumice stone, Bai Hao looked out at the scenery of Shenshan Courtyard. The place was misty and hazy, and many pavilions and towers in the ancient style of the Great Xia Kingdom were scattered around in an orderly manner. Some rose from the flat ground, and some were embedded in the mountainside.
For a moment, Bai Hao felt a little dazed, as if he had really come to the ancient Daxia that was both familiar and unfamiliar, or the legendary heavenly palace.
Although they had climbed to an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, when Bai Hao looked up, he still could not see the dome of the sky. To be precise, it was obscured by the clouds and smoke that were swirling everywhere.
Such ridiculously high mountains cannot be found in the flat Central Plains. Take Campbell Territory for example, it is a miracle to find a mountain over a thousand meters high.
However, Hillnelia, who was also on the floating rock, disagreed. She had seen too many such ten-thousand-meter-high mountains in southern Xinjiang, and there were hundreds of mountains that could be named.
Southern Xinjiang is mountainous, and it is widely rumored that there are millions of mountains, and each mountain is ten thousand meters high. This mountainous terrain is completely opposite to that of the Central Plains.
As the pumice continued to rise, the temperature of the surrounding air became colder and colder, and some light frost and snow began to cover the mountain. As the altitude increased, the frost and snow became thicker.
Everyone felt as if they had suddenly gone from the orange-yellow late autumn to the snowy white winter. The surrounding colors also began to become cold, which made the moonlight from the bright moon in the distant sky become a little cold.
Bai Hao exhaled gently, and white mist came out of his mouth. Seeing this, Olmia immediately activated the temperature-control magic stone on the floating rock. A reddish light suddenly lit up under everyone's feet, and the warmth brought by the magic stone quickly dispelled the cold.
Bai Hao then noticed that the flat pumice stone that everyone was standing on was actually a huge magic stone. This magic stone that looked like floor heating made Bai Hao once again marvel at the huge financial resources of the Church of Destiny.
Soon, Bai Hao and his party arrived at the highest point of the Shenshan Court - the Tianding Dome Peak, which is also the headquarters temple of the Cult of Destiny.
The temple of the Cult of Destiny is a classic oriental temple structure, almost all of which is made of wood, and is somewhat similar to the Taoist temple in Daxia in Bai Hao's previous life.
Just with a casual look, Bai Hao saw the commonly used styles of temple roofs, such as hip roofs, gable roofs, double eaves, hip roofs, hard roofs, and curved eaves. These are all design styles of traditional Daxia temples.
The most obvious and also the most important part is the roof. Whether viewed from the front, side or top, its facade plane is curved, especially the wing-shaped "flying rafters", which give people a light and lively impression.
Looking around, almost all the buildings are made of wooden frames with brackets, which is the essence of Daxia architecture.
Like other temples of the Cult of Destiny, the headquarters temple of the Zenith Dome is based on dark green bluestone bricks and tiles, and there are many tall towers erected around the hall.
Although it is only late autumn now, the temples ten thousand meters above the sky have long been covered with thick white snow, and a lot of goose feathers are still falling in the sky.
On the way here, Bai Hao had heard Yang Xiaoyun introduce that except for the midsummer when it would not snow on the nine peaks of Shenshan Court, the rest of the time it was almost like deep winter.
Since Yang Xiaoyun did not ride on the floating rock with Bai Hao and his group but flew up directly, he had been waiting here for a long time. At this moment, he and dozens of priests of fate in green robes were lined up to welcome them.
Bai Hao clearly observed that all the believers of destiny, including Yang Xiaoyun, all focused their eyes on Youla.
At this moment, in the very center of the Kingdom of Destiny, at the top of the mortal world closest to the realm of gods, at the place where the belief in the God of Destiny is the strongest, Youla is the only protagonist between heaven and earth.