Chapter 440 Key
"That thing is also something from the Gods." Head Chu said.
"It's Butterfly Spirit." Wen Guying, who had been standing on the other side of the mountain with his back to Li Chuan and the old palace master, also walked over.
"Butterfly Spirit..." Headmaster Wang read it softly and said, "He wants to use Butterfly Spirit to control this device."
Headmaster Chu shook his head and said: " Whimsical. ”
"Not necessarily." The old palace master said.
"He should refine the butterfly spirit first, and then control it to refine the others." Head Chu said: "But now, neither of them is under his control."
" It's parasitic," Wen Guying said.
“What?” Head Chu looked up at Wen Guying.
Wen Guying's face was also illuminated by the true fire of the sun, which turned into a golden glow. "He parasitized the butterfly spirit on the divine device during the surge. It is not any refining technique we know. Therefore, there is no such thing as refining it first and then doing so."
Headmaster Wang looked at the Tianyin pot in Li Chuan's hand and said: "The sound of the pot is still ringing."
The old palace master said: "You two, please stand farther away."
Master Wang nodded, stepped back a few dozen feet, and disappeared into the forest.
After hesitating for a while, Head Chu also retreated to the other side.
During the surge, everything on Jinyang Peak gradually became blurred and ambiguous.
The moonlight flowed down in Li Chuan's hands, turning into characters one by one, falling on Butterfly Spirit. After the last character fell, clatter, these ever-changing characters flew up one after another, arranged in rows in the water waves, forming A complete picture of 'parasitism' was drawn, and then following the surge, it slowly converged into the butterfly spirit's chest and abdomen.
The butterfly spirit lit up.
The golden lines formed by those characters appear on the colorful translucent wings of the butterfly spirit.
Li Chuan suddenly raised his head at this time and looked blankly into the distance.
The weather is really nice today, he suddenly thought. It's not hot, there's wind, and the clouds in the sky are pretty.
The ripples caused by the sound of the pot.
Li Chuan felt something was coming out. When he climbed Jinyang Peak for the first time and watched millions of butterflies life and death in the Jade Rabbit's Sun-Chasing Formation, a seed was planted.
After that, every time he read the "Pattern Sutra" and every time he drew the parasitic pattern in his heart, it continued to mature. And this whole month, when he stared at the 'full moon', it began to take root gradually, and it was about to break out of the ground.
A gentle flap of wings.
Parasite.
Li Chuan felt that he finally understood the true meaning of this parasitism.
He stretched out his hand and reached into the pot. The water ripples and moonlight flowed on his hand. He held the butterfly spirit as he did in the Temple of Gods.
Once a seed was planted into the Tianzhu.
Now he planted the seed into the tree.
Surge.
The threads spreading out from the wings of the butterfly spirit were mixed with golden light, and began to spread outwards, connecting with the roots of the tree, climbing up, and gradually surrounding it.
He felt the struggle and resistance of 'Full Moon'.
The light spreading from the butterfly spirit gradually enveloped the entire tree. When the tree shadow dissipated, he seemed to hear a sigh, and then the moonlight dispersed as if it had lost its skeleton.
"The 'spirit' inside has dissipated." Head Chu's voice came from a distance, "One piece has been destroyed. If we don't take action, the other one will be destroyed."
< br>"There's no rush." The old palace master still said so.
Amidst the surging, the figure of the old palace master gradually became blurred.
The ten-directional formation around Jinyang Peak began to move. If only the sun were better.
Li Chuan thought this way.
Then, he felt another golden light pouring into his eyes and into his body. He lowered his head and saw a book spread quietly in his lap.
It is the light of the Pattern Sutra.
Countless pictures flashed before his eyes, the full moon, trees, seeds...the various forms that this device had had were all revealed in his eyes.
This is a key.
Li Chuan understood the function of this device.
Prince Su did not lie to him.
Li Chuan raised his head and glanced at the sky again, which was also dyed pale gold. The clear moonlight, the red-gold true fire of the sun, and the light of the Pattern Sutra all converged on him.
He recalled everything in the Shenxia Temple.
The water waves covered the back of his hand. He closed his eyes, let go of everything, let his mind sink into the surge, and then into the butterfly spirit. As the wings flap, light spots flicker. A glimmer of light stretched out from between his fingers, passing through the three small circles embedded in the large circles, reconnecting them into components.
"The Classic of Patterns" is turning page by page. Guide him to put the components together into patterns. Just like the dream he had when he was drunk that night, his vision was filled with circles like ribbons one after another.
Li Chuan weaves tirelessly, he is careful and meticulous, and every dot and horizontal line is placed in a completely appropriate position. He saw the light of day and the twinkling stars in the dark night. After an unknown number of days and nights passed, the butterfly emerged from the cocoon, its wings raised golden brilliance, broke away from the water waves, and flew into the sky, attracting spots of light all over the sky.
The old palace master looked at the "Pattern Sutra" that was turning page by page on Li Chuan's lap. The pages of the book no longer seemed blank.
"The ancient immortal Tiansu created the "Pattern Sutra". He condensed the original appearance of all things in the world into this wordless book. Only the selected people can see the patterns in it. Pattern." The old palace master's voice echoed in the night wind.
“At this time, we are fortunate to have a glimpse of the true meaning of the "Pattern Sutra"."
The old palace master looked solemn, "Gu Xian Tiansu, he did not create the "Pattern Sutra", but It is an annotation to "The Classic of Patterns", in which his understanding of all things in the world and his life path are contained."
"Tiansu has died"
The old palace master repeated again, "Tiansu has died."
The voice of the headmaster Wang sounded: "Last time you came out of the Shenxia Temple, I noticed something was wrong, so I also sent I went to investigate and made some vague guesses."
"What happened to the Shenxia Temple?" Head Chu asked confused.
"Let Gu Ying tell you later." The old palace master said.
"Then..." Head Chu looked at Li Chuan who was still sitting cross-legged in front of the iron pot and asked, "Then what is he? A container?"
"It's Li Chuan, a scholar." The old palace master said.
Li Chuan also opened his eyes at this time. There was only water in the iron pot, and there was no 'full moon'.
Finally it’s time to cook noodles.
At the second glance, he saw the closed "Pattern Sutra" on his leg.
The first picture is surge, the second picture is parasitism, what will the third picture be?
He already knew there was a third one.
There are three main pictures in "The Classic of Patterns", and the others are annotations on everything.
He raised his head, the night was misty.
Everything went incredibly smoothly.
He saw colorful butterflies fluttering layers of golden gauze and flying back to the back of his hand.
(End of this chapter)