Thousands of years ago, there was no such thing as the seventeen steles of the Former Mausoleum in the world. Later, it suddenly appeared, so it naturally had meaning. What Chen Changsheng had to do now was to find this meaning. Of course, he also thought that this meaning was most likely to disappear with the lost stele of heavenly calligraphy and would never be found again. But if he knew that the process of untiing the stele of heavenly calligraphy was not complete, but he did not even act to try to find the lost part, then his incompleteness in his heart would never be able to make up for it, which was something he could not accept.

The Zhaoqing Monument, the Guanyun Monument, the Lotus Monument, the River Monument, the Chicken Monument, the East Pavilion Monument... The Seventeen Monuments of the Former Mausoleum appeared in his eyes at the same time.

In the middle of his vision was the Zhaoqing Monument, and the other sixteen Heavenly Book Monuments were moving around, trying to combine them together. However, those inscriptions were so mysterious and complex, and the lines were so complex and difficult to solve. There was no natural line between lines, and there was no trace between traces that could be found. No matter how he combined them, he could not see any evidence that these inscriptions were originally one.

He even felt that even if the broken monument was restored as before and then he could see the inscription on it, he still could not put all the inscriptions together.

For hundreds of years, no one has discovered the mystery of the Seventeen Monument of the Former Mausoleum, or it has shown that his attempts are bound to be futile. He sat quietly outside the monument, and at some point he had closed his eyes. The Seventeen Monuments of Heavenly Books were still moving and combining rapidly in his sea of ​​consciousness, without stopping for a moment, which made his spiritual consciousness consume faster and faster, and his face became paler.

The world outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum is also quiet. Most of the lights in the thousands of families in Kyoto have been extinguished. Only the mansions and palaces of the princes and nobles, and the palaces of the two most important places in the Palace are still brightly lit. The news that Chen Changsheng decided to re-examine the monument of the former tomb surprised many people. He mocked him in his life and made some people unable to sleep all night.

Time passed slowly and firmly, and the brilliant stars in the night sky gradually disappeared. After the darkness before dawn, the morning light returned to the earth. Before he knew it, Chen Changsheng had sat in front of the stele for a whole night. Many people in and outside the celestial book tomb also waited for him for a whole night.

The morning light was dim, and the people who watched the monument came one after another. Looking at Chen Changsheng sitting in front of the tree, he closed his eyes and said nothing, with different expressions, either admiring, mocking, or having an indescribable sense of liberation. The situation last night was special, and the years could drive all the monument viewers away, but they could not always do this. So the forest gradually became lively.

Some people looked at Chen Changsheng and shook their heads and went to their monument. Some people stayed specifically around the monument, just to see what Chen Changsheng could finally understand. They gloatly thought that Chen Changsheng had finished all the monument of the former tomb yesterday. He could leave casually, but he insisted on staying again. It is very likely that he would raise a stone and shoot himself in the foot. (Note)

The people in the thatched hut also came to the front of the stele. Tang Sanshiliu was carrying a pot of porridge. The noble man Wenshui, who was born with a golden spoon, obviously had never done any housework. He splashed the porridge all the way, and the shoes were poured a lot. He looked a little embarrassed, with his sleeves folded and he carried side dishes and steamed buns, while Qijian was holding bowls and chopsticks.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took the porridge, thanked Qijian, and then started eating.

Two bowls of porridge and ate a steamed bun with white fermented bean curd. He felt that he was seventy-six percent full, so he stopped chopsticks.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at his slightly pale face and said worriedly: "How can you resist if you don't eat more?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Eating too much can easily cause sleepiness."

Tang Sanshiliu frowned and said, "Although you don't understand what you want to solve, since you insist, I know I can't persuade you, but are you really ready to stay asleep?"

Gou Hanshi didn't say anything. He knew why Chen Changsheng was so anxious because the day when Zhouyuan was opening was getting closer.

Fold the sleeves and hand the wet towel in front of Chen Changsheng.

The towel was wet with stream water, which was very cold. Chen Changsheng rubbed his face hard, felt his spirit recovering a little, and said to everyone: "You don't have to worry about me."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Although he closed his eyes, Gou Hanshi and others knew that he was still observing the stele, or it would not hurt his eyes too much, but this method of observing the stele was too hurtful.

The morning birds flew away in the rising sun, and went to the wetness between the feathers. The quietness in front of the monument returned to its original state, and people seemed to have left.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes cross-legged, sat in front of the hut and continued to untied the monument.

Time continued to flow, and quietly came to noon, and then it was evening, and the dusk was very dark.

Today's Kyoto is as quiet as the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. The archbishops in the palace are in no mood to pay attention to the reports of their subordinates. The ministers in the court have no intention of handling government affairs at all. Mo Yu's speed of reviewing memorials has dropped seriously. The Holy Empress takes the black sheep and walks around the Daming Palace. I don't know what they are thinking. The Pope waters the pot of green leaves seven times in a day.

People who don’t know or understand only regard Chen Changsheng’s actions as sensationalism or some kind of topic of conversation.

Those who knew that Zhou Dufu had interpreted the stele and understood the inside story of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum were nervously waiting for something to happen or could not happen.

At least until now, that thing has not happened.

Seventeen Heavenly Book Monuments have been reorganized countless times in Chen Changsheng's vision or sea of ​​consciousness. Although it cannot be said that he has exhausted all the changes, he has done his best and lost countless minds. Unfortunately, he still failed to find what he wanted to find, and the world is still incomplete for him.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. He no longer tried to combine these seventeen heavenly script monuments, but to be more precise, he no longer tried to combine the seventeen heavenly script monuments on the same plane, but instead arranged the seventeen heavenly script monuments into a straight line in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In front of him is the Zhaoqing Monument, the Guanyun Monument is behind the Zhaoqing Monument, and behind it is the folded stele, arranged in a straight line.

Then he said to himself, just inscriptions.

So the bodies of the seventeen stone tablets disappeared, leaving only the extremely complex lines on the surface of the monument.

The seventeenth floor inscription floats in front of him from near to far.

When you look through the inscription of Zhaoqing Monument, you can see the inscriptions of the sixteen monuments behind.

These inscriptions are superimposed together to form a brand new pattern that Chen Changsheng had never seen or even imagined.

He looked at the pattern and his heart was slightly shocked.

The seventeen steles of the front tombs seem simpler and more regular as they go to the back. The superposition of lines means the superposition of regularity. Is the thing he is looking for hidden inside?

However, the lines on the Zhaoqing Monument are already extremely complicated and difficult to solve. The lines on the monuments behind are relatively simple and still complex and difficult to solve. The patterns formed by such superposition are countless times more complicated. With the spiritual power of human beings, they can never be solved. Even if you try to solve them, problems will arise.

Chen Changsheng took a look and his spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. The sea of ​​consciousness fluctuated and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed out by him, and his clothes were wet.

It was always quiet, as if there was a burst of exclamation around the stele of no one.

It just seemed that they were worried that it would affect Chen Changsheng, so those people forced their exclamation to a very low voice.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and could not see the situation outside the monument. His mind was also on the infinitely complex pattern, and he did not notice these.

Just a glance, he knew that this pattern could not be solved by humans.

He said silently in his heart: Simpler.

These three words are not said to the picture, but to yourself.

In the sea of ​​consciousness of a monk, the world will become what you want to see.

He forced himself to calm his mind, and with his calm mind that was far beyond his age and Ning Rou's consciousness that even the Holy Queen Mother was slightly moved, he looked at the pattern again.

He no longer tried to sort out the lines, and just looked at them simply, so the pattern became simpler.

In that pattern, he saw countless simple patterns like graffiti of children, countless words, countless poems, songs, countless ink paintings, beautiful buildings in Ligong, big banyan trees in the National Academy, high mountains and flowing clouds, and three thousand treasures.

Everything that already exists in this world is in this picture.

But it is still not enough, because it is still too many and too complicated.

Chen Changsheng silently said to himself: It's simpler.

He forgot the Three Thousand Daozangs that he had been studying hard since childhood, forgot to read the poems and songs he had read, forgot to have been to Li Palace, forgot to have climbed up the big banyan tree, and looked satisfied with Luoluo facing Kyoto under the setting sun, forgot all the words he had learned, and forgot everything.

Of course, this kind of forgetting is not really forgetting, it is just a kind of spiritual self-isolation.

Only in this way can he ask himself a question.

If I were an illiterate child, what would I think of when I saw these lines on the picture?

It's a trace.

It is a trace of water flow.

It is a trace of cloud movement.

It is the traces left by the geese flying by over the blue sky.

Anyone who walks through it will leave traces... No, that is the false and slightly sour self-comfort of the article.

The snow geese flew across the blue sky without leaving any trace. The so-called snow line is actually just a afterimage in the eyes.

What exactly are the objects that these lines point to?

The object pointed to and indicated by the snow line is the snow geese at the front of the line.

The object that these lines point to and indicate is the header.

If there is no thread head, it is where the lines meet.

Be simpler.

Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complex pattern and said to himself again.

Seventeen monuments were superimposed in front of him.

The stele body disappeared first.

What is disappearing now is the lines.

More and more lines slowly disappeared in front of his eyes, constantly disappearing.

More and more blanks appeared slowly and constantly before his eyes.

Seventeen monuments disappeared, the lines on the monuments also disappeared, and new patterns emerged.

——That are countless isolated points.

Chen Changsheng was very sure that he had never seen this pattern.

But for some reason, he felt familiar.

(Note: I thought about that sentence for a long time and couldn't find a suitable description. In fact, the most vivid thing is that those people think that Chen Changsheng is: pretending to be an idiot, but he can't write it like this, right? The reason I mentioned this specifically is that I am often said, well, but I still like Chen Changsheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder. This is summarized by QQ Tang. You should view it like this. Everyone understands the meaning of the title of this chapter, not only refers to the viewing of the stele, but also the concept. It is very important to stick to the correct concept. Another advertisement is inserted. It is reported that the internal test of the Zetianji game will be officially launched at 17:00 on the 7th of the 10th month. That's right, it's three days later, and time passes so quickly... Finally, this chapter is a bit painful, and the next chapter will be a little later.)
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