Chapter 118 Name [Comprehension: 10] Ding, the ground lights up...
Master Liaochen unconsciously tightened her grip on the document, and only released it after a moment.
The Emperor of Dayan observed her expression, seemed to realize something, and his face twitched uncontrollably.
The hall became quiet, with only the occasional sound of Li Zhou chewing food.
When Li Zhou finished eating the candied peaches, plums and pears served by the palace servants and was about to drink some honey wine, Master Liaochen, who seemed not to be paying attention to her, quietly took the honey wine away.
Li Zhou was stunned, his face full of shock.
Master Liaochen asked the Emperor of Dayan, "Did Master Xue leave anything behind?"
The emperor said "hmm" listlessly, "They are just some personal belongings. If you are here to look for treasure, you have come to the wrong place."
Master Liaochen just wanted to find an excuse to learn more about Dayan and Xue Jingzhen's past. She put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "It's just to remember our ancestors."
The emperor said "I see" and called an attendant to take the guests to see the items left by Master Xue.
Nun Liaochen took Li Zhou by the hand, took Jin Mingda, and followed the attendant officer and left.
After some indirect inquiries along the way, I finally found out how Master Xue met these Dayan people.
It turned out that the survivors of Dayan came to this world on a flying boat, and when they landed, they crushed the ladder to heaven built by the Demon King.
It was the end of five hundred years of chaos. The founding emperor of the Great Zhou swept across the Central Plains. Human forces once again gained the upper hand. The Demon King wanted to ascend to heaven and gain the powerful force to rule the world.
The people of Dayan ruined the Demon King's plan and were chased by a group of demons as soon as they got off the boat. They just happened to catch up with Xue Jingzhen who was coming to the Jedi Tiantong.
After learning the cause of the conflict between the two sides, Master Xue forced the monsters to retreat and expressed his gratitude to the Emperor of Dayan. Thanks to this flying boat, the Monster King was prevented from ascending to heaven in time, otherwise, the monster clan would probably be polluted by the breath of the gods.
When the attendant spoke of this incident, although he downplayed the words "forced the monsters to retreat", there was a flash of trembling and fear in his eyes. When he spoke of "the real person was grateful for the merits of our country in destroying the ladder", there was a trace of lingering fear in his eyes.
Obviously, the situation was not as friendly as it was described, and both sides developed murderous intentions when they met people from another world.
However, one side is a lost dog, and the other side is outnumbered. Neither of them can do anything to the other, so they have to pretend that the situation is stable.
Master Liaochen recalled the four words "well-meaning but powerless" in Master Xue's message, and sensed a hint of coldness from them.
If they had the will and the power, I'm afraid these people from other worlds wouldn't be able to establish a country underground.
As they were talking, everyone had already arrived at the palace where the real person's relics were stored.
The attendant pushed open the door and walked in first.
A cold wind carrying ice chips swirled out from the hall, and a faint green ice lantern lit up in the dark hall.
It seems to be some kind of magic of Dayan.
The attendant coughed a few times, waved away the dust in front of him, lit a few ice lanterns, turned around, and was about to introduce to the guests what the relics in the hall were, but he saw that the old, middle-aged and young three people had already walked to the relics, looking down, not knowing what they were thinking.
It was stunned for a moment, as if it had thought of something, then walked aside and sat down, waiting quietly for them to finish reading.
Master Liaochen was attracted by this set of writing at first sight.
The brush was condensed with ink that had long since dried up, the bristles were already bald, and most of the ink stick had been used up. The entire brush was burnt black, dull and lifeless, and it was obviously not a valuable item.
With Master Xue's level of Taoism, his daily life is surprisingly simple.
Master Liaochen picked up the brush and turned it around, but couldn't see any clues. Suddenly, a shadow flashed before her eyes, and she seemed to be in a shabby room.
She was knowledgeable and immediately realized that this was because the owner of the brush had been writing with it for many years, leaving behind a bit of spirituality.
If Xue Jingzhen were still alive and continued to use this pen, once it had absorbed enough spiritual energy, it might even develop intelligence and turn into a monster.
Master Liaochen did not put down her pen, but held her breath and looked intently.
…The night was dark. The man holding the pen used the cold moonlight, dipped his pen in clear water, and drew talismans on the ground again and again.
…A cock crowed, and the sound of reciting scriptures came from the school. The owner of the brush was holding an old book, quickly filling in the blanks with footnotes. Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a strong force pushed her to the ground, and coldly scolded: "Where did you come from, you little thief, to dare to steal the Taoism of my Xiu Le Sect?"
...In the cold winter, he climbed up the wall with his feet in straw sandals, watching how the noble family in the pavilion breathed in and out, and quickly recording on his sleeves. Suddenly, a dog barked, and the doorman came running over with a big black dog cursing. The owner of the brush flipped over and rolled down the wall skillfully, and died.
...he heard the sound of a clapper, and walked to an empty alley. He looked out and saw two monsters who were busy eating people. He held the pen and quickly drew in the air. When the monster turned around, he had already made a hideous mask, which he put on his face, making it look no different from a monster. He then chatted and laughed with the two monsters and left calmly.
...he was refining the elixir in a furnace. The fire burned more and more vigorously. Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke came out. He hurriedly put out the fire and opened the furnace, but all he saw was a furnace full of charcoal, but no elixir. He sighed, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down his experience of the ninety-ninth failure.
…
The experiences flash by quickly, giving us a glimpse into the past of the brush owner.
Master Xue, who single-handedly blocked visitors from other worlds, was actually a casual cultivator without any sect, home or job.
Master Liaochen was shocked, and a light bulb went off in her head. Her brain, which was influenced by invisible forces, finally remembered where she had seen the name Xue Jingzhen.
This name is very famous in the current cultivation world.
When people mentioned her, they didn't dare to call her by her name, but called her——
【Master of the Heaven-stealing Sect】
Jin Mingda was reading Master Xue’s experience in cultivation.
She picked up this book because there was a trace of residual Qi on it.
She felt very friendly and walked over involuntarily.
The words used in this notebook are very everyday, and it is more like a diary than a notebook.
[On the second day of the Lunar New Year, sunny, cultivating the true Yang Qi in my body, it is said that the highest realm is that I am connected with the heaven and earth, and I feel nothing]
[On the fifth day, cloudy, can only eat pills every day, tasteless in mouth, no energy for cultivation]
[On the seventh day, it was raining. I spent five copper coins to buy a bowl of plain noodles. It was made the same way as my mother's. It was half-cooked, but after fasting for so long, the half-cooked noodles tasted especially good. I will practice for one more hour today.]
[On the 13th, sunny. I earned five taels of silver by catching monsters, spent two taels on healing, and another two and a half taels on buying medicine to restore health. I worked for nothing all day. I might as well practice honestly.]
[On the 17th, Yu, I was chased by the monster's family for three days. I broke through in the battle and became the True Yang Qi. I couldn't understand the principle, so I dug out the monster's nest. It actually had fifty taels of gold. If I had told you earlier, I would have come earlier.]
…
At first, Jin Mingda was still wondering whether the image of Master Xue in his diary was quite different from the impression of the attendant.
She just left the diary here, not worried that it would be discovered by the people of Dayan and would damage her dignity?
As he watched, Jin Mingda understood the reason.
[27th, sunny, I am connected to heaven and earth, heaven and earth are connected to me, the True Yang Qi is indeed powerful, but this heaven and earth are not what I imagined]
[On the first day, it was cloudy, and the sky was full of monsters. But what does this have to do with me? I just want to break through the void and go home as soon as possible.]
[On the tenth day, cloudy. Where did this stupid monster come from to build a ladder to heaven? It doesn’t want to live anymore. I’m still waiting to find Koukou and Xie Lingwei and take them home. I have to find a way to destroy it.]
[On the 14th, it was sunny. I met the Dayan people. They came from a destroyed world and fled here. It turns out that those monsters will affect every world, including our world... Mom]
[On the 20th, it rained. I followed the path of the flying boat and went to Dayan. It was hard to imagine that I could come back alive. I hope our world will not become like this.]
[On the 21st, sunny. The books brought by the people of Dayan and the words in their minds are disappearing. The civilization built by mortals has been eaten by the gods. Even if they escape from the place where the gods descended, they cannot get rid of their influence. I tried to teach them to write again, but found that they could not write the traditional Chinese characters of the Great Zhou. It turned out that part of the civilization of the Great Zhou had also been eaten. Fortunately, they can still memorize the pronunciation...]
[On the 22nd, Yin, if I ascend to become an immortal, will I be able to compete with them... It's not too late to mend the fold, I don't have time to hesitate]
Jin Mingda continued to flip through the pages, but found that it was blank.
What was Master Xue's final choice? Did she ascend to heaven?
Jin Mingda's heart beat very fast.
…
Li Zhou picked up a comb, and a hair was tangled in the teeth. As soon as she picked it up, the hair fell on the back of her hand.
This is the comb she used.
She took off her hair unconsciously and raised the comb in confusion, wondering how her comb became Master Xue's relic.
Like Master Liaochen, she was led by the spirit of the comb and saw phantoms of the past.
But unlike Master Liaochen, she was also one of the protagonists in the past.
"...Jingzhen?"
Li Zhou looked at the person in crimson clothes holding a comb in front of her with sudden realization. It turned out that Xue Jingzhen, who knew the people from Dayan, was her good friend Jingzhen.
Xue Jingzhen squatted in front of Li Zhou, combed her hair, took her hand, and led her to identify things on the street.
Passersby cast strange glances at her. From the perspective of the onlookers, Xue Jingzhen suddenly stopped, combed her hair, then held her hands, one high and one low, and left while talking to herself.
Li Zhou had forgotten that Jingzhen lent her her body.
She also forgot that Jingzhen had already taught her how to be an ancient person before she "traveled through time".
The ancient words that she blurted out were actually her subconscious imitations of Xue Jingzhen.
She thought she was really shopping with Jingzhen, and tried hard to recall it, and [Comprehension: 10] lit up.
This must be the time before she traveled through time, when Jingzhen and she attended a Hanfu event together.
"In ancient times, people usually referred to themselves as "I", "someone", or "I".
"We don't shake hands when we meet, this is how we greet each other..."
"This is a sesame seed cake, you can eat it... Wait, that's a jade pendant, you can't eat it... Forget it, stall owner, how much is it?"
"That person looks like Xing Tian from the Classic of Mountains and Seas... The Classic of Mountains and Seas is a book about strange beasts... You want to raise one? Of course you can, even build a Shanhai Pavilion."
"Those two are competing in swordsmanship... If we talk about the most famous swordsman, it must be Gongsun Da Niang..."
"There's a poetry reading going on over there. Speaking of poetry, my favorite poem is 'The Day Is Short and Bitter.'"
"You like this poem too? Do you want to name yourself after it?"
The woman in crimson clothes walked on the street, talking to herself. People thought she was a lunatic and tried to avoid her. However, they didn't know that at this moment, in her body, the supreme god of this world had a person's name.
In the long life of the gods, this name is but a fleeting flash of light that cannot leave any trace; but to mortals, it is the most dazzling light in the boundless darkness.
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