Volume 6, Suddenly, Chapter 126, Volume 7, Book of Heaven (Part 2)
The cliff cave is very high, and birds fly in and out above. There is a two-story wooden building on the gentle slope outside the cliff, a square desk in front of the building, and an old scholar with gray hair behind the desk.
Except for Master, no one knows how many years the old scholar has been in the back mountain of the academy. No one knows what his surname is, how old he is this year. From Ke Haoran to Ning Que, the people in the back mountain only know that the old scholar has always been.
I read books here to copy books and memorize books, and everything is difficult to disturb.
The academy called him a scholar, and he was a scholar in the academy.
The host stood at the desk, looking at the old scholar, smelling the pungent ink and the smell of Huangzhou bud paper, was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed and felt a little moved.
This is the academy.
"Hello." The viewer said to the scholar.
The scholar seemed to have not heard it. He held an old book in his left hand and a half-bad brush in his right hand, muttering something in his mouth. He occasionally wrote a few words on the paper, as if he was making annotations.
The audience member increased his voice and asked, "Old sir, have you seen an old book?"
The scholar woke up and looked up at him, looking a little confused, not knowing what he was saying, and then he became more awake, inexplicably angry because he was disturbed from studying and his eyebrows moved.
The viewer was not angry and gestured, "A very old book."
The scholar thought about it, picked up the half-bad brush in his hand and dipped it in the ink and filled it with ink. Then he carefully wrote a word on Huangzhou bud paper, and wrote it as solemnly as a mountain.
The word "inscribed" is full of ink, and the meaning is full of energy.
The word "book".
The scholar handed the paper that had not dried ink to the master and said, "The book you want."
The host looked at the paper quietly. Looking at the words on the paper, he was silent for a moment and said, "It's interesting."
He reached out to take the paper, his movements were very slow and solemn.
It was really slow, like a mountain moving, or like the sky turning above the clouds. I don’t know how long it took for my fingertips to come into contact with the edge of the slightly rough bud paper.
There was a slight bang, and the slightly yellow paper burned.
The paper burned slowly. The flames spread to both sides. The edges were ashes until their fingers were about to burn. The observer did not let go, nor did the scholars let go.
They looked at each other silently.
“I have read a lot of books, too.”
The master of the temple suddenly said, "Although I don't love books as much as you, and I keep reading endlessly. But I have lived for too long. So I don't read fewer books than you."
Time is really an important thing, whether it is reading or practicing.
The scholar did not speak, and looked at the burning piece of paper in his hand.
"Why is this book not in Chang'an City? Well, it was not certain whether Ning Que could return to Chang'an City at that time. Chang'an City where he was not in Chang'an City was indeed not as safe as academy."
The audience looked at the scholar and said calmly: "Li Shuangshu handed over the book of heaven to you for safekeeping. It's very correct, but unfortunately it's meaningless, because... the scholar ended up being useless."
After the words fell, the paper burned, nothing was left in the scholar's fingers, and the ashes slowly fell down on his shoes. There was still a corner of yellow paper fragments in the owner's fingers.
The winner has been decided. The scholar looked at the mountains and the inkstone pool on the table, and was silent for a long time. For the first time in his life, he became suspicious of reading.
The host walked into the cliff cave with his hands behind his back, looked at the bookshelf about ten feet high on both sides of the cliff cave, and looked at the densely packed and vast and difficult to read books, and gently waved his sleeves.
A breeze came out from the blue sleeves, and it was not slow but gentle in the cliff cave. All the ash accumulated on the books were blown down and sent to the corner, leaving a clean piece.
The host stepped up the stairs and came to a row of bookshelfs on the fourth floor and pulled out a book from it. It was like a person who wanted to read a book casually drawing out a book to read without making any choices.
That book is the word "Da Shu" and "Ming".
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The snow in Chang'an City stopped, the wind was quiet, the clouds dispersed, and the red sun shone on the earth.
The host appeared outside the city.
This is his third time to come outside Chang'an City.
Ning Que was on the city wall two times before, and today is no exception.
He looked at the viewer who was slowly walking in the snow and remained silent.
"He got seven volumes of heavenly books."
Sangsang said, his face slightly pale, as if he was a little afraid.
Ning Que laughed: "Collection of seven dragon balls can summon the Dragon God, what can I do if I collect seven volumes of heavenly books? Summon Haotian? If he really wants to do this, just ignore him."
He did not take off the iron bow on his shoulder, because the Yuan Shisan arrow had been shot, and he vaguely felt that even with the help of the God-Shocking Formation, the Yuan Shisan arrow would be difficult to threaten the current master.
The seven volumes of heavenly books are finally together, what does this mean?
The academy has been speculating on this matter, but it has never been a result. Except for the observer, no one knows the role of the seven volumes of the heavenly books. Of course, Sangsang is very clear.
"How did I come up?"
"You? You were born to your mother."
“Now is not the time to tell jokes.”
"I'm a little nervous now."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "You have to allow me to tell some jokes."
Sangsang said expressionlessly: "I don't allow it."
"Okay...if you are talking about Haotian, it is a collection of rules, arising from chaos."
"No, I am a collection of objective rules and human subjective beliefs."
"Then?"
"I am the choice of human beings." Sangsang turned around and looked at him and said, "Since that's the case, how could human beings not leave any means to check and balance me when they choose me?"
Ning Que is silent.
He knew that what Sangsang said was true.
Countless years ago, the gambling ghost who founded the Taoist sect made a bet for humans and handed over the entire world to Haotian to protect it. Then he is likely to have set up a backup plan in advance.
According to legend, the seven volumes of heavenly books in Zhishouguan are the crystallization of Haotian's will, or the gift from Haotian to mankind. In fact, it is the real means of control of the Taoist sect over the world.
With seven volumes of heavenly books, you can eliminate the bet countless years ago, invite Haotian out of the Kingdom of God, and let Haotian return to chaos. Only the master of the Taoist sect can master this method.
The current Taoist lord walked to Chang'an City with seven volumes of heavenly books.
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"Is this the last method of Taoist sect?"
Ning Que held the formation eye and asked, looking at the host under the city wall.
The observer said calmly: "Ke Haoran said we are dogs, Liansheng said we are dogs, people in the academy, and many people said that our Taoist sect was a dog, a dog from Haotian, but no one had ever thought about it.
, This iron chain is actually tied to each other's necks. Humans are Haotian's dog, and Haotian is also a human dog."
He looked at Sangsang beside Ning Que and said, "We worship you and let you have endless years and even eternity. Then you should be content with eternal loneliness and silently protect the world of mankind in the Kingdom of God, rather than sneaking away
Don’t you think this is reasonable when you come to the world to have a moment of joy?”
Sangsang didn't speak, and his face became paler. Even though she was extremely weak, she had never been as afraid as she is now, because she clearly felt that the host had the ability to destroy herself.
The observer took out a book from his arms.
A thunder sounded in the depths of the blue sky.
This thunder came from the Kingdom of God.
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(I can't bear to write it, I will write the last one tomorrow... I love you.) (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!