Chapter 297 The Endless Heavenly Book
“I found some information about noble people, but the mouse was cautious and erased most of his information. I couldn’t find the content in the regular book, so I thought of Kyoto. Among them is Tian Shu Qi Lang. "
Zuo Chen explained to Li Rongxuan.
"Taoist Priest wants to read it, so of course there is no problem." Li Rongxuan nodded, but he also added: "Taoist Priest, there is something wrong with that book. Uncle Li Yu had already checked it last time. The Book of Heaven was in very poor condition after it came out, and it also suffered from a serious illness. If you read the book, please be careful.”
When Li Yuqiang read the Book of Heaven and fell ill, the officials in the court laughed at Li Yu. I don't know what happened, but I was complained by my ancestors, so I got sick all over.
But Li Rongxuan knew that there was something bad in their book of daily life.
No matter who reads the book, I’m afraid the final outcome will be the same.
Suffering from pollution, physical damage.
"Don't worry, I can't wait for something to pop out of the book."
After the chat, Eunuch Bao took Zuo Chen and the others to the library. Li Rongxuan also had to be there. Follow along.
It was not to satisfy this formality, but mainly because Eunuch Bao could not open the door without Li Rongxuan by his side...
A few people did not sit in the sedan chair, so they simply walked along the middle of the palace.
Crossing the garden path and clearing away the palace attendants who were going to escort them, they also arrived at the library smoothly.
This place looks completely different from the Imperial Study Room. If the Imperial Study Room is the place where Li Rongxuan goes most often, and it is full of life, this place looks lifeless, as if it is covered with a layer of gray gauze. .
“What are kept here are some ancient books. Originally, some important documents would be put here after His Majesty compiled them, but after something went wrong in Prince Jing, no one dared to do so. In.
"Nowadays, except for our men who come here every month to clean up, no one comes here. I didn't expect it to be in such a state of desolation. It seems that our young men are lazy."
When Eunuch Bao said this, there was a bit of sullenness on his face.
It seems that his men may have a lot of trouble today.
Eunuch Bao pushed open the door, and the thick dust hit his face directly. He coughed several times, and then waved the dust sweeper twice in front of himself.
Unfortunately, the pile of dirt in the library was too much and too heavy. He waved his hand and raised the dust, causing himself to cough continuously.
In the end, Zuo Chen used some means to blow away the dust, allowing everyone to enter the dusty room.
The entire library has three floors. The first floor is the dustiest. There are both paper books and bamboo slips on the bookshelves, neatly stacked together with the dust.
Next to it are the steps to go upstairs. A ray of sunlight comes in through the window and reaches the steps, which is very long.
"The third floor is where the living room is, Taoist Priest, do you need someone to accompany you up?"
Listening to Eunuch Bao's question, Zuo Chen shook his head: "I can go up by myself. ”
"Please come down within an hour." Eunuch Bao warned a few more words, and finally went out from the library to have a rest.
General Zhou accompanied Li Rongxuan and waited at the door of the library, while Li Ji and Caiyi also stayed below.
Zuo Chen climbed up the stairs directly, passed the second floor which was also covered with thick dust, and soon reached the third floor.
Pushing open the closed thick wooden door on the third floor, Zuo Chen saw a stone step.
The stone platform is carved with complicated patterns, like decorations.
And directly above the middle is a book floating up and down. The pages above it move automatically without wind, making a whistling sound.
As I walked to the page of the book, the book seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and the pages that were being flipped through like a roaring wind gradually stopped.
Zuo Chen looked at the book in front of him.
I saw a sentence written in the middle of the book:
"Everything has been decided, the law cannot be changed, and the destiny cannot be changed."
Zuo Chen stared at the book and was silent for a few seconds.
“Idiot.”
The pages of the book rose automatically without any wind again.
Zuo Chen stretched out his hand and pressed it on the book.
He felt a unique Qi breath.
This aura is quite similar to the Broken Four Seasons he had read before. They both belong to the Avenue of Time. It is an endless river of time, flowing downstream in front of Zuo Chen.
Through the long river of time, Zuo Chen looked in the direction of the starting point.
He saw a group of vagrants coming to the most fertile and flat plain. They planted the broken flags in their hands on the ground and stared at the dilapidated ancient city in front of them.
“Boys and girls, cheer me up! This is where we will live from now on! I have cleaned up some old bricks and tiles. It’s going to rain. It’s going to rain tonight. Set up the first camp!”
A vivid picture was reflected in front of Zuo Chen. Zuo Chen thought for a moment and jumped directly into the long river.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already at the side of the middle-aged man who had just spoken.
The middle-aged man did not notice Zuo Chen at all. He was waving the broken flag in his hand and ordering his men to set up a temporary camp.
Zuo Chen stared at this man twice and found that he was at least capable of refining Qi, but for some reason, the Qi on his body was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this speed, , it is estimated that in more than ten years, he will completely return to the mortal world.
There are many people in his team who are in this situation. They are originally good at morality, but they seem to be punctured in the balloon, and they are constantly leaking.
It seems that they are the first residents to come here to build the city.
Looking around, Zuo Chen could see that the people building the city here had naturally formed several factions.
They have gathered into the original seven-cities prototype.
Zuo Chen’s attention was attracted by the ancient city in the middle.
Shabby, but huge.
The whole city was dyed with a bright red afterglow under the setting sun, like blood smeared all over the walls.
From Zuo Chen's perspective, this ancient city can indeed look like Kyoto.
It’s just that this place is too deserted. Broken stone walls, damaged city walls.
Staring at this huge city, Zuo Chen didn't know whether it was a long time in the past, before people cultivated and built Kyoto, or in the distant future, after Kyoto was destroyed and destroyed.
After looking at the city for a long time and not finding anything useful, Zuo Chen continued walking along the river of time.
This is not the "river bank" Zuo Chen is looking for.
The scenes around him also disappeared quickly, like an old movie with the fast-forward button pressed in Zuo Chen's previous life.
Those complicated and noisy sounds also turned into roars, and were left far behind by Zuo Chen.
In his field of vision, Kyoto was built rapidly, and seven cities appeared around it. It became huge and prosperous, and was dyed blood-red by fire and war. In the end, it seemed like blood melted into the water. In the end, the destroyed city was restored, and the whole city became prosperous and noisy. It was a pure white flower that grew out of a muddy field.
The long river of time slowly flows nearby.
This was not the shore of time where Zuo Chen should stay, but he still subconsciously stopped.
He was floating on the huge Kyoto, and the city under his feet was almost the same as what he had seen two days ago.
Only some small details in the city are slightly different.
This is...
More than sixty years ago.
When the capital came to Beijing.
After staring at Kyoto for a long time, Zuo Chen finally seemed to have made up his mind.
He fell from the air and landed in the palace.
Entering the palace, he saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting on the upper left, with a kind and gentle face, but full of majesty between his brows.
And in the palace hall, there is another old man.
The old man was wearing a Taoist robe, loose clothes, and a crooked crown on his head. He was holding a white jade jug in one hand, pouring wine into his mouth, and using the other hand to knead various magic techniques in various colors. .
There were many generals standing in front of him. The two sides seemed to be performing martial arts, fighting each other with their magic skills.
But these generals were no match for the old man, and were beaten back by him with one hand.
This man...
is the capital master.
He is Zuo Chen’s Taoist boy.
Is his disciple.
At this moment, the memory of spending time with the young man on Gray Mountain has been completely integrated with Zuo Chen’s current spirit. The image of the young Taoist and the old Taoist walking side by side above Zuo Chen’s Yuanying is golden and bright. put.
Even in the dantian, the Hunyuan Qi, which was originally completely unaffected, was rippled.
Zuo Chen seemed to have fallen into seclusion.
He watched the old Taoist priest enjoy the prosperity in Kyoto, he watched the old Taoist priest fall into confusion in Kyoto, he watched the old Taoist priest walk through the world again, he watched the old Taoist priest establish Library.
He followed the old Taoist priest to the library and his own residence.
He looked at the old Taoist priest writing at his desk under the night light.
That is Jiumin Tongjian.
While writing, he laughed and muttered:
“The Taoist priest will definitely praise me when he sees this book.”
"Yes." Zuo Chen said.
Even he could not hide the sourness in his tone.
Zuo Chen knew that this was not the real history. Even if he tried to change it, he would only change a few lines in the book.
But the ripples in his heart cannot be faked.
He gently spread out his left hand, and in Zuo Chen's palm, a large area of light and shadow flowed backwards.
At this moment, a shadow slowly appeared behind him.
The shadow looked very similar to him, but his eyes were full of loneliness.
He also wore his crown crookedly and looked up at the sky, as if he was remembering something.
Past body.
Once upon a time the fairy!
Zuo Chen finally took that step and officially entered the threshold of the Three Corpses Technique.
He also felt something in his heart.
If you conquer the past, you still have the opportunity to change the cause and effect of the past.
The past has been decided, but the future has not yet arrived.
The seeds left in the past will eventually bloom into flowers in the future.
"Stay with me for a while longer."
As if making a promise, Zuo Chen turned around and left, heading towards the future he desired.
Under the light, the capital master wrote vigorously.
Stay in the past.
(End of this chapter)