Yang Ji slowly crossed the passage and stepped into the stone chamber in front. He was very excited. Over a long period of time, many changes have taken place here.
The rock layer supporting the cave has collapsed. Pieces of rock are scattered in the stone chamber.
Yang Ji stood in this stone room and suddenly had an illusion. It seemed that the era countless eras ago overlapped with the era in front of him.
The world is falling apart, time has passed, many things have been worn away, but the breath that remains has not changed.
""The Book of Great Confucianism"!"
Yang Ji looked at the stone platform in the center and read out the writing on the cover of the thick hard-cover book on the stone platform. It was a large book over a foot long, twice the size of an ordinary book.
The cover of the book is glowing with white light, and the surface shows the complicated mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, exuding an ancient atmosphere. The "Book of Great Confucianism" on the cover gives people an extremely heavy feeling, as if it carries countless time, history, and incomprehensible things.
The burden of words.
Yang Ji's guess was not wrong. Although time has changed and eras have changed, this book, which carries countless hopes for the revival of Confucianism and Taoism, has not been annihilated or disappeared with time.
Yang Ji looked at the big book on the stone platform more than five feet high. His heart was heavy. He wanted to take it, but he didn't want to take it. Yang Ji knew clearly that the "Book of Confucianism" in front of him was not just a borrowed book. Once he took it,
Passing also means a kind of commitment, responsibility and burden.
At this moment, countless images flashed through Yang Ji's mind, eight years of studying hard in a cold window, countless days and nights of fascination with that prosperous literary age, studying during the liberal arts examination, and the promise made to that senior in the evil spirit's body...
, passed through my mind one by one.
"Senior, although I don't know if I can summon the mighty river, I will definitely try my best to fulfill my promise to you!"
With this thought passing through his mind, Yang Ji stretched out his palm and solemnly held up the thick book on the stone platform.
"Snapped!"
When Yang Ji opened "The Book of Confucianism" with great expectations, he suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and his face suddenly changed.
"No writing? How could there be no writing?"
Yang Ji was shocked. He turned to the second and third pages in disbelief: "No words, no words, no words!... Why are they all blank!"
The initial excitement and expectation were gone. Looking at the blank "Book of Confucianism" in his hand, Yang Ji felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"How come there isn't? How can a wordless "Book of Confucianism" revitalize literature and morality?"
Yang Ji's face turned pale. He thought that he might not be able to find the Book of Great Confucianism, but he never expected that the "Book of Great Confucianism" was actually blank.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Ji's heart became heavier and heavier. The moment he closed the page, Yang Ji's heart felt cold.
Chapter completed!