Chapter 29: First Contact with the Extraordinary
Shuntian Prefecture, also known as Yanjing, is located at the foot of the emperor and has strict laws.
Although the Ming Dynasty is now a figurehead, this place is still the capital, and the laws that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people make it impossible for ordinary people to cause trouble here.
But there are always exceptions. At night, Qingshou Temple encountered a new disaster.
Listening to the "clang clang" sounds of digging at the foot of the Twin Pagodas Temple and looking at the carts of soil being pushed out, the old abbot, who was almost in his eighties, had his white eyebrows almost twisted into knots.
Why did this police officer named Lin set his eyes on the floor tiles of the twin towers of Qingshou Temple?
Amitabha, I am almost ninety years old.
But...I still want to curse.
The old abbot's face was almost wrinkled like a bun.
On the other side, Lin Qingsheng continued digging holes in the twin towers.
The soil is very loose, after all, this place was dug not long ago.
It was Lin Qingsheng who ordered the backfilling, but now looking at the hole underground, Lin Qingsheng's heart ached. If he had ordered to dig more and deeper last time, then everything might have been completely different.
This time, it was exchanged for ten unlucky foreign spies.
I don’t know why, but Lin Qingsheng felt so heartbroken.
The "clang! clang!" sounds of digging, accompanied by the chanting of the old abbot and the monks, interweaved into a strange music in the night.
The song lasted until about five in the morning.
But in fact, Lin Qingsheng had already dug up what he wanted at around three in the morning.
In order to avoid making the same mistake a second time, Lin Qingsheng and his men continued digging for two more hours, but unfortunately they found nothing.
Perhaps the puppet man already knew he would do this, so he gained nothing.
It is too difficult to gain an advantage in a confrontation with a mysterious being that is suspected to be omniscient.
Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.
"Amitabha, benefactor, you said last time that this is the last time."
The old abbot looked at Lin Qingsheng seriously with dark circles under his eyes.
"Old Abbot, this is definitely the last time." Lin Qingsheng swore.
"What if there is a next time?" the old abbot said dimly.
Ahem... Can you still have a little trust?
Lin Qingsheng was a little hesitant to answer the old abbot unless he had dug up the entire Qingshou Temple.
"Well... I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"
Lin Qingsheng ran away in shame, but before leaving, he asked the police to fill up the big hole in Qingshou Temple.
The old abbot looked at Lin Qingsheng who was slipping away with a bitter face.
He had a feeling that this person would come back.
Turning his head to look at the carts of backfilled soil, the old abbot said with a sad heart: "Amitabha, what a sin!"
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Only after returning to the lobby of the Ministry of Justice in the capital did Lin Qingsheng open the book he had dug out.
Lin Qingsheng didn't know whether he should call it a book.
The entire book is golden in color and is made of a material that Lin Qingsheng has never seen before.
On the cover was the same handwriting as Yao Guangxiao's last time, with four large characters "Daoyan Yilu" written on it.
From a distance, it looks like a huge gold brick, but there is no trace of vulgarity on it.
In the office, Lin Qingsheng held the pages of the book and slowly turned the pages.
He was the chief of the Ministry of Justice, and his office in Shuntian Prefecture was where he worked daily.
The investigation in Yucheng was just a work requirement.
The light coming in from the window illuminates the golden book on the mahogany table in the office, reflecting a dazzling glow.
But Lin Qingsheng didn't find it irritating at all.
Instead, it has a soft and beautiful feeling.
Faintly he seemed to be looking at a monk in black robes, who was looking at him sternly.
Is this the black-clad Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao?
There was a light in the black-robed monk's eyes that was indescribable, as if it penetrated his body directly.
The moment the cover was turned over, countless golden words on the pages revealed their brilliance.
However, in the blink of an eye, Lin Qingsheng felt countless knowledge entering his brain from his eyes. This feeling was indescribable. It was as if the words on the pages of the book came alive and were consciously imparting knowledge to him.
This feeling is not uncomfortable, but rather it gives off an indescribable coolness.
Like the spring breeze in March.
The cool breeze brings the unique vitality of spring into the whole body, and this feeling makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
Lin Qingsheng didn't know how long it took him to come back to his senses.
Then he felt that there was something more in his mind.
"This is?"
Lin Qingsheng touched his head. He could clearly feel that something had just been put into it.
"The Black Clothes Dao Cultivation Record?"
Lin Qingsheng recited the name of the thing in his mind. He could feel that this was a method of using and practicing the power that was originally hidden in his body.
After this thing entered his mind, Lin Qingsheng immediately felt the power dormant in his body.
That power was dormant, as if it had been with him since he was born, but he had never used it.
Lin Qingsheng was a little doubtful. He carefully stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the table.
A deep handprint appeared on the table.
Everyone who becomes a player has five mana points, but without the internal training method and corresponding skills, the energy cannot be used.
Wen Zhengming did not open the player page for these people, so they didn’t even know they had become players.
It is not until they have learned the skills and practiced the techniques that they truly possess this power.
Lin Qingsheng is in this situation now. He looks at the handprints he pressed on the table, then looks at his own hands, a look of disbelief on his face.
"I did this...?"
He ran his hand along the outline of the tabletop, digesting the shocking news.
"Is this the inheritance of the black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao?"
Lin Qingsheng put his gaze back on the book. He tried hard to turn the page again, but he couldn't do it.
He could clearly feel that there were still pages at the end, but he still couldn't open it, as if some conditions were not met.
Even after he withdrew his hands, the book closed quickly.
"There are definitely still secrets in this book."
Lin Qingsheng judged.
But even if there are secrets that cannot be revealed, it is enough. He finally got a glimpse of those extraordinary life methods and felt that extraordinary power.
The small finally has a chance to touch the great.
"Next, we need to convince the cabinet to establish Ming's own extraordinary power."
Lin Qingsheng looked at the books on the table. This would be the real power that the Ming Dynasty would use to fight against the arrival of these extraordinary forces in the future.
At the cost of only ten spies hanging upstairs, it's actually... quite cheap.
I voted, I voted, if I don't vote again I'll be hung up
(End of this chapter)
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