The cliff cave is very high, and there are birds flying in and out from above. There is a two-story wooden building on the gentle slope outside the cliff. There is a square desk in front of the building, and behind the desk there is an old scholar with gray hair.
Except for the Master, no one knows how many years this old scholar has stayed in the back mountain of the academy. No one knows his surname or how old he is. From Ke Haoran to Ning Que, people in the back mountain only know that the old scholar has always been there.
Reading, copying, and memorizing books here, the wind and rain never stop, everything is difficult to disturb.
The academy calls him a scholar, and he is a scholar of the academy.
The viewer stood in front of the desk, looking at the old scholar, smelling the pungent smell of ink and Huangzhou bud paper. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly laughed and felt a little emotional.
This is the academy.
"Hello." The viewer said to the reader.
The scholar seemed not to have heard. He was holding an old book in his left hand and a half-bald writing brush in his right hand. He was muttering something in his mouth and occasionally writing a few words on the paper, as if he was making comments.
The visitor raised his voice and asked: "Old sir, have you seen an old book?"
The scholar woke up, looked up at him, and looked a little confused. He didn't know what he was talking about. Then he became more awake. He was inexplicably angry because he was interrupted from reading, and his eyebrows moved wildly.
The visitor was not angry and said with gestures: "A very old book."
The scholar thought for a while, picked up the half-bald brush in his hand and dipped it in the inkstone with ink, and then carefully wrote a word on Huangzhou Ya paper, writing as solemnly as a mountain.
That word is dripping with ink and full of meaning.
The word "book".
The scholar handed the paper with still wet ink to the viewer and said, "The book you want."
The visitor looked at the piece of paper quietly, looked at the words on the paper, remained silent for a moment, and said, "It's interesting."
He reached out to pick up the paper, his movements were 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 before my fingertips came into contact with the slightly rough edge of the bud paper.
There was a soft bang, and the yellowish paper burned.
The paper burned slowly, the flames spread to both sides, and the edges turned into ashes, until it was about to burn their fingers. The viewer did not let go, and neither did the reader.
They looked at each other in silence.
"I've also read a lot of books."
The visitor suddenly said: "Although I don't love books as much as you do, and read endlessly, but I have lived for a long time, so I have read no less books than you."
Time is really a very important thing, whether it is reading or practicing.
The scholar said nothing and looked at the burning writing paper in his hand.
"Why isn't this volume in Chang'an City? Well, at that time it was still unclear whether Ning Que could return to Chang'an City. Chang'an City where he is not here is indeed not as safe as the academy."
The viewer looked at the scholar and said calmly: "Li Mianman handed over the scroll to you for safekeeping. It was correct, but unfortunately it was meaningless because... the scholar was useless in the end."
After the words fell, the paper burned completely, and there was nothing left in the reader's fingers. The ashes fell slowly and landed on his shoes. However, there was still a fragment of yellow paper in the reader's fingers.
The winner was decided. The scholar looked at the mountain of books on the table and the sea of inkstones. He was silent for a long time. For the first time in his life, he had doubts about reading.
The viewer walked into the cave with his hands behind his hands, looked at the bookshelves about ten feet high on both sides of the cave, looked at the densely packed, vast and difficult-to-read tens of millions of books, and gently waved his sleeves.
A gust of breeze came out from the sleeves of Qingyi, blowing slowly but gently in the cliff cave. All the dust accumulated on the books was blown away, and then sent to the corner, leaving a clean area.
The visitor walked up the stairs to a row of bookshelves on the fourth floor and pulled out a book, just like a person who wanted to read a book randomly pulled out a book to read without making any selection.
That book is the Book of Heaven.
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The snow in Chang'an City has stopped, the wind is calm, the clouds have dispersed, and the red sun shines on the world.
The patron appeared outside the city.
This is his third time outside Chang'an City.
Ning Que had been on the city wall twice before, and today was no exception.
He looked at the visitor walking slowly in Can Xue and remained silent.
"He got the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book."
Sangsang said, his face a little pale and he seemed a little afraid.
Ning Que laughed: "Collecting the seven Dragon Balls can summon the Dragon God. What can you do by collecting the Seven 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 Thirteen Arrows had already been shot, and he had a vague feeling that even with the help of the Jingshen Formation, it would be difficult for the Yuan Thirteen Arrows to threaten the current viewer.
The seven heavenly books are finally together, what does this mean?
The academy has been speculating on this matter, but there has been no result. No one except the master of the temple knows the function of the seven volumes of heavenly books. Of course, Sangsang knows it very well.
"How did I come into being?"
"You? You were born to your mother."
"Now is not the time for jokes."
"I'm a little nervous now."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and then 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, created from chaos."
"No, I am a collection of objective rules and human subjective beliefs."
"Then?"
"I am mankind's choice." Sangsang turned to look at him and said, "In this case, how could mankind not leave some means to check and balance me when they chose me?"
Ning Que was silent.
He knew what Sangsang said was true.
Countless years ago, the gambler who founded the Dao Sect made a bet for mankind and handed over the entire world to Haotian to protect it, so it is very likely that he had arranged a back-up plan in advance.
According to legend, the seven-volume heavenly book in Zhishou Temple is the crystallization of Haotian's will, or it is Haotian's gift to mankind. In fact, it is the Taoist sect's real means of controlling the world.
With the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book, you can end the gamble that happened countless years ago, you can invite Haotian out of the Kingdom of God, and you can return Haotian to chaos. This method can only be mastered by the master of the Taoist sect.
The current master of the Taoist sect walked to Chang'an City with seven volumes of heavenly books.
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"Is this the last resort of the Taoist sect?"
Ning Que held the Formation Eye Pestle and looked at the viewer under the city wall and asked.
The viewer calmly said: "Ke Haoran said that we are dogs, Liansheng said that we are dogs, people in the academy, and many others, all said that our Taoist sect is a dog, a dog of Haotian, but no one has ever thought about it.
, this iron chain is actually tied around each other’s necks, humans are Haotian’s dogs, and Haotian is not a dog of humans.”
He looked at Sangsang beside Ning Que and said: "We enshrine you so that you can have endless years and even eternity. Then you should be willing to be eternally lonely and silently guard the human world in the Kingdom of God. You should not sneak away.
Don’t you think it’s reasonable to come to the human world to enjoy pleasure for a while?”
Sangsang didn't speak, and her face became paler and paler. Even if she was extremely weak in the past, she had never been as scared as she is now, because she clearly felt that the master of the temple had the ability to destroy herself.
The viewer took out a book from his arms.
Deep in the blue sky, a thunder sounded.
This thunder comes 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.)