I raised my head and said, "Traditional tiles are about 7.5 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 1 inch thick. If they were replaced with pig iron, how heavy would they be?"

"It would have to be more than thirty pounds, right?" Ye Yang also reacted after speaking: "A large hall has at least hundreds of tiles, and even thousands are not uncommon."

"If the tiles were all made of pig iron, the roof beams wouldn't be able to bear the weight, unless the entire structure of the house was made of pig iron."

I raised my hand and flicked out a burst of energy, knocking off a tile from above my head.

Before the tile could fall to the ground, Ye Yang caught it in his hand: "This is normal clay tile. It's just painted with a layer of iron paint."

Ye Yang snapped the tile in half and handed it to me.

I said in a deep voice, "That means the place my dad broke into back then wasn't in the main hall."

Ye Yang said, "Master and the others fought in the hall. Look closely at the traces left here. This is from dual blades, this is from a sword, this is..."

Ye Yang suddenly stopped speaking, and I looked at Ye Yang with a pale face.

The traces left in the main hall were too familiar: a long sword, dual blades, a pair of short swords—this was clearly the weapons that I, Ye Yang, and Feng Ruoxing were used to using.

I said in a trembling voice, "Are we... are we repeating what happened back then?"

My dad and my master were also known as Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, one dressed in black and the other in white.

If Yan Pianxian back then also used a pair of short swords...

Aren't the three of us a replica of our parents' generation?

Is this some kind of coincidence, or a repetition?

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Don't overthink it! Steady your mind."

While I tried to suppress the palpitations in my heart, Ye Yang also looked at the Buddha statue in the hall: "The mechanism to open the Iron Top Temple is there!"

I also felt that the mechanism was in the Buddha statue. The entire hall was covered with traces of swords and blades, but there was not a single knife mark on the Buddha statue.

I looked at Ye Yang and said, "Do you know how to open the mechanism?"

"Let's try!" Ye Yang drew out his long sword, held the hilt with both hands, and slashed down vertically from the center of the Buddha statue's eyebrows.

The two-meter-tall Buddha statue was split in two by the sharp sword energy and fell to both sides at the same time.

With a roar, the gold-lacquered clay sculpture shattered, revealing two golden statues, one Buddha and one demon, within the broken Buddha statue.

In the next moment, the main hall of the Iron Tile Temple suddenly exploded from the middle and split to both sides.

Beneath the main hall was a temple cast entirely of iron.

Although the temple was not large, with only one main room and two side rooms that looked like shrines, it was enough for someone to sit inside.

The two golden statues that had just burst out of the Buddha statue landed on the roof of the main room, making it look as if they had added an iron roof to the temple.

This is the real Iron Top Temple!

How could such a small temple have caused my father and master to fight a bloody battle for several days back then?

Ye Yang said, "Let's go down! What's coming will come."

Ye Yang and I rose at the same time and landed on the Iron Top Temple, but I felt as if I had jumped into an abyss. Not only could my feet not touch the ground, but I was also blown off course by the raging Yin wind, and my body uncontrollably fell towards the left side room.

By the time I landed, I was already standing in the courtyard facing the door.

The first thing I saw were a few large characters engraved on the wall: "Li Chunfeng was here!"

That was my dad's handwriting!

I wanted to go forward to see what was going on, but my feet hesitated to take a step!

The heart demon Li Po suddenly appeared behind me: "Now that you're already here, why don't you go over and take a look?"

"Did you see that prayer mat? Li Chunfeng sat on that prayer mat back then. Don't you want to sit on it and see?"

"Maybe you can see what you want to see!"

At that time, I seemed to have lost the ability to think.

I always felt that the heart demon Li Po was right.

There was only a shrine in that side room with a prayer mat placed on it.

Under normal circumstances, that prayer mat should be the place where the idol is placed.

If I sit on it, will I see what I want to see? Or, what I don't want to see?

A few seconds later, I gritted my teeth and strode towards the shrine, sitting cross-legged on the prayer mat.

The heart demon Li Po also stood beside me, whispering in my ear: "That's right!"

"Some things, you can't escape them if you want to, and they won't disappear just because you don't look at them."

"The truth is sometimes like gauze stuck to a wound. Only by gritting your teeth and tearing it off bloody will it be easier for the wound to heal."

"Look!"

"If you don't look, how will you know if you are a sacrifice?"

In a daze, I saw three people fall into the temple from the air.

Although they were young, I could vaguely see that they were my dad and my master when they were young.

There was also a young girl beside them, who looked seven or eight parts similar to Feng Ruoxing.

She is Yan Pianxian!

Li Chunfeng said, "This is the real Iron Top Temple?"

"Yes!" Qu Mo said, "The sky is like iron, and the gods and demons are merciless. Look at the two gods and demons above, aren't they looking expressionlessly at the piles of bones under their feet?"

Li Chunfeng said, "We've fought our way in all this way, and we've searched almost the entire Iron Tile Temple. Where is the ghost and god relic you mentioned?"

"We haven't been fooled, have we?"