high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 419

"In the first four years of Jiyoushuo... Luo Qian..."

The ancient stone monument thousands of feet high stands on the Black Sea, boundless, like an inexplicable creation that the phalanx of a god has been cut off, weathered and mottled over the long years.

The body of the stele is densely covered with strange characters like a sun wheel, which is hazy and mysterious, like thunder.

Mr. Gongyang frowned deeply, but after distinguishing for a long time, the words he deciphered were still obscure.

"God... domain thirteen..."

"The emperor of Thailand... the sundial does not eat... Bu Zheng went hunting and died..."

"The old star enters the well... caresses billions of trillions and the like... kills..."

"Three thousand countries, eight hundred princes, at the beginning of the transformation of heaven and man..."

"Wang Fu, Prime Minister Ape...the shaft is empty!"

……

Wangfu?

When Mr. Gongyang stuttered to explain this word, everyone present was startled, and then looked strange.

They didn't forget the vicious owner of the shady land when they first entered the Lotus Market.

seem--

Is it called the king's suit?

Sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead, Mr. Gongyang's old face was ferocious, his blue veins twisted and jumped, like little snakes writhing in the membrane, moving his slender body restlessly.

He stared at the inscription almost in confusion or sorrow for a long time, I don't know how long it took, in the silence that was long enough to be confusing.

Mr. Gongyang's trembling voice deciphered the last few lines of incomplete sun wheel characters on the stele.

"Yu Thirteen... The poor and strange calamity in the upper kingdom... I can't bear it, I have to sharpen my beard!"

"Yuan Evil Dao... Kill!"

"Teacher Li Kuang...announce it overseas, and the salty emissary will know..."

"Mingjia Xiaoshi."

"Like the law!"

……

The black sea water washes away, looking down, this ten thousand li sea is like a huge piece of pure black jade, so black that there is no brilliance, it seems to swallow even the sound.

this moment.

Taoist Feixuan felt that his heart was about to stop beating, the sky and the earth seemed to be silent, the ancient silence made one's knees weak.

He squirmed his lips for a while, and breathed out a deep breath of courage.

"Li Kuang, this name has appeared several times..." Taoist Feixuan turned his head tremblingly: "Who is Li Kuang? Has his name been mentioned in ancient books?

"And the Emperor Tai—"

"How could there be any emperor in Taizhou in Beiwei? I don't remember!"

"Or was it that the person whose surname was Tai in ancient times was honored by later generations?"

"Has any of you heard of it?"

"Taihuang is not a place name. The poor monk once saw a saying in "The Biography of Du Tianzi". Although it is unclear, it is probably an anecdote."

Wuming said: "The "Biography of Du Tianzi" says that in ancient times there were three emperors of heaven, earth, and man. Among the three emperors, the emperor of human beings was the most precious."

"Taihuang is not a title, but the emperor's title. It means—" Wuming looked at the inscription standing tall above the sea, and said slowly:

"He is the emperor of men!"

In the creation of heaven and earth, there are Tianhuang, Dihuang, and Renhuang.

Control Leisi, plant five grains, set up calendar days, fix stars, teach characters, rationalize music and righteousness, do not reward and make people diligent, do not punish and make evil and righteous, do not get angry and fight but have wealth, do not restrain and order but people obey, be mighty but not kill , save the law and not bother.

Wisdom is more valuable than others, and the world respects it together. It is Thailand, and it is the emperor's family.

""Biography of the Son of Heaven", Pindao also borrowed this ancient book from the Spring and Autumn Academy in Yedu..." Taoist Feixuan's eyes were complicated and dim:

"But I remember that at that time, Du Shaozhi, the school's sacrificial wine, specially used Zhu Zhu to mark the red, saying that "The Legend of Du Tianzi" is a fake book, and it is the words of the novelist of the ancestors. You can't believe it!"

"If the "Biography of Du Tianzi" is true, then there really was a Thai emperor in ancient times?" Taoist Feixuan murmured to himself, bit by bit unbelievable:

"But what is the relationship between the Emperor Tai and the head of the god? This ancient monument is inserted next to the head of the god. It is full of demonstration..."

"Could it be that this inscription is a call to action?"

"Did the Emperor Tai and the gods who shepherded the ancestors in ancient times start a war?"

No one could answer his doubts.

The inscription on the inscription looks like a weird sun wheel, the big one looks like a house, and the small one is as large as a carriage.

Mr. Gongyang was stuttering at explaining, and some parts can only be comprehended by the listener, even difficult words are not allowed.

"This kind of ancient writing, I have only seen it in one underground palace ruins, it's too long ago..."

Mr. Gongyang thought of an underground palace he explored when he was young. According to legend, it was the place where the first generation of Qingshen temple masters made their fortunes. It is ancient and mysterious.

Of course, he found nothing in the underground palace. The ancient land had been emptied by countless people who heard about it, and not even half of the ancient relics were left. The yin and the wind followed.

Unexpectedly, under a half-decayed high wall, he saw a strange and strange writing pattern that looked like a sun disc.

The writing is exactly the same as the inscription in front of me...

"Can Xiaoxie recognize this ancient character?" Mr. Gongyang looked at the girl beside him with a wry smile, and without waiting for a response, he laughed at himself and shook his head and sighed:

"I'm afraid this is no longer an ancient character, and there is no clue in the historical records. How can we understand its full meaning?"

Feelings of panic or madness recede gradually.

Some people went to the inscription out of curiosity, wanting to shake the pale stone tablet that pierced into the sky, but there was no movement at all, while some knights of the Yan family were so bold as to look at the decapitated head of the god. sound.

One of the knights excitedly wanted to chop off the severed head with a weapon, but was hurriedly stopped by the sharp-eyed Taoist Feixuan, and it was a scolding.

In the slightly boiling crowd, Pang Qing, the leader of the Yan family, looked silent.

He turned his back, his consciousness seemed to move, and then turned around quickly, as if nothing happened.

This scene has not escaped the eyes and ears of those who care...

Mr. Gongyang, who had calmed down, had ridicule in his eyes, and he and Wuming looked at each other at the same time.

One looked sarcastic, and the other was expressionless.

……

"what!!!"

After a moment of silence, a scream suddenly pierced the sky.

Wuming hurriedly turned around, and a few miles away from the sea, a Yan family knight with a broken arm was staggering and riding in the light, his eyes were full of the horror and despair of seeing a ghost in the daytime

"I'm here……"

The roar of the knights of the Yan family had just started in a panic, and then stopped abruptly.

Before he had time to speak, his body exploded into a huge flower of blood. His stump and severed head were blown high into the sky with great force, and fell in all directions, like a handful of bloody rain.

"Hey, hey hey haha~"

The sneaky and cold laughter was fleeting, and an arm covered with white hair was jerked back, and then fell into the dark sea water.

"This is……"

Wuming's pupils shrank suddenly.

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hundreds of miles away.

Shaped like a cow's head, it stands bare on a cliff rising out of the sea.

Wearing a lotus robe, the handsome monk with white eyebrows lowered his gaze. He stared at the dark sea below his feet motionlessly, as if he was sleeping or sitting in meditation.

Squatting beside him was an old sheep with hoofs like snow and pitch-black fur. The old sheep lazily gnawed on the bare rocky cliff. It was obviously empty, but its mouth was wriggling vigorously, as if it was gnawing on fresh grass.

When the dying cries of the Yan family knight sounded, the monk with his head drooping suddenly frowned and looked up.

He got up.

Then he patted the sheep's head and laughed.

The monk's eyes were full of satisfaction, he licked the corners of his lips, and after a short thought, he led the old sheep and slowly jumped into the bottom of the sea.

bang——

The figures of a man and a sheep were quickly swallowed by the sea water. In this black sea, it was like throwing two insignificant stones, and there was no movement like a storm.

(End of this chapter)