I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 44 History
What words?What is this called? !
Dante didn't bother to refute this "old acquaintance" with tinted glasses. He walked into the room, greeted Ivy on the sofa, and went straight to Old Tom's basement.

"Why do you like to work in such a dark and closed environment?"

Dante closed the door, turned around and asked with a smile.

"Because only in this environment, I can swim in the paradise of knowledge with more concentration."

Old Tom was still wearing a monocle, reading a book with the help of a candle that wasn't bright enough.

"The Secret of Lycania, the name looks like a novel."

Dante's eyesight was very good, and he found that this was another book he had never heard of.

"Well, this book was published about five or six hundred years ago. The author described the appearance of that era in detail in the form of a novel, which is considered a rare masterpiece in the Middle Ages."

"Naturalist really deserves his reputation." Dante complimented, and inadvertently changed the topic to the direction he wanted to ask.

"Whenever I look through the books handed down from ancient times, I always wonder how the ancient people explored the mysteries of mysticism little by little, such as those wonderful formations."

"You can ask directly next time." Old Tom raised his eyes and mercilessly pierced a certain man present.

"Ahem." Dante was so choked that he couldn't speak for a moment, so he had to cough to cover up his embarrassment.

"The original source of the formation is said to be a mysterious symbol carved on the shell of a tortoise. According to legend, it floated from the sea to the shore, was picked up by fishermen living there, and sold to a merchant.
The merchant felt that these symbols could set off the extraordinaryness of the tortoise shell, so he thought of a way to bring it to the market and not sell it no matter who came to inquire. "

Old Tom paused, then asked with a smile, "Guess what happened next?"

"It should be the merchant's pretending to be mysterious, which led to more and more people knowing that there is a mysterious tortoise shell, word of mouth, and finally successfully sold it at a satisfactory price."

Dante replied confidently that he had heard similar stories.

"No, the merchant is dead, and everyone in the market is dead."

What? !The unfolding of the story was too unexpected, but Dante was a little dumbfounded.

"Is someone looking for money to kill and seize treasure?"

After saying this, he shook his head,

"Then there is no need to kill everyone in the market."

Suddenly, he thought of an answer and looked at Old Tom.

"out of control!"

"out of control!"

The two spoke in unison and gave the same answer.

"You are right, it is out of control. According to the records, the mysterious symbol on the tortoise shell was not activated at the beginning, maybe it was accidentally touched by the merchant, or some other operation, in short, it was activated.

The strong, violent, and uncontrolled etheric energy destroyed everyone present in an instant, and even the area that was originally prosperous and full of vitality has since turned into a desert where not a single blade of grass grows. "

This is too. Dante was speechless.

"This incident was recorded by a traveler in his travel notes. Later, his descendants saw the records in the ancestor's travel notes, and with the idea of ​​adventure and wealth, they returned to that area again, hoping to find the tortoise shell. "

Old Tom took a sip of his coffee, "He was lucky, he didn't die, and became the first Extraordinary."

"Then things became clichéd. He found out that he was different, and began to travel around with the tortoise shell, and delved into the true meaning of the symbols.
With the increase of experience, he tried to make different combinations of symbols, and found many experimenters, and finally achieved some results.

Since then, that piece of tortoise shell has been regarded as the source of the original formation, and is called "a gift from God" by the Orthodox Church. "

It sounds clichéd, but in fact many people must have died because of it. Dante seemed to see the darkness and bloodiness in this process.

He asked: "So, what level did that Extraordinary reach in the end?"

"That era is really too long, and language changes will bring about different translations. The special title is a unique title in our era. Maybe it may be called a god in the era of that Extraordinary."

Old Tom thought for a moment, and added: "But according to my analysis, the first person to eat crabs often doesn't taste much."

"The history of the occult is really irresistible to explore," Dante sighed.

"Yes, that's the main reason why I chose to be a scholar." Old Tom agreed.

"In the religious years of the Middle Ages, too many secrets were destroyed, blocked, and monopolized by the church. The field of mysticism encountered a great fault. It was not until the advent of the steam age and the vigorous development of thermal weapons that we won some understanding of the truth from the church. s right."

Old Tom obviously didn't have a good impression of the church. He said solemnly, "Don't be fooled by the church's benevolent appearance. It's because there are fewer and fewer high-level Beyonders, and their overall strength has also weakened."

Don't worry, my identity is naturally not accepted by the church, Dante muttered to himself.

"I almost got off topic again, you want to know the reason for the formation." Old Tom pointed his finger at his head, and said with a smile, "Did your inspiration give you any inspiration?"

That's right. Dante smiled, and described the matter about the hunting bullets, but concealed the matter about the spells.

"It turned out to be this. In fact, the principle is not complicated."

Old Tom nodded, and moved his right hand toward the bookshelf. A book with a pale gold cover flew out and landed slowly on the table.

"Whether it is the formations needed for the promotion of Extraordinary, or the miniature spirit formations engraved by the hunting bullets, their essence is to build a bridge with the ether world. Take this "A Brief Introduction to Mystery Formation" back, it will tell you the answer."

He stood up, walked to the shelf on the right side of the basement, stroked his chin for a while, and opened the drawer on the third floor.

"Here are 30 rounds of original demon hunting bullets and the tools needed for engraving. You can refer to the contents of that book. Although the danger of the miniature spirit array is very low, it's best not to try it recklessly."

He handed a small box to Dante, and joked: "But I think it is not difficult to engrave it by yourself with the ability of a cryptic reader."

You are really relieved. Dante took it with a smile and thanked him.

"Do you know a kind of ore? It is dark red in color, translucent or opaque, and sometimes has a leaden gray tint on the surface."

He recalled the raw material of cinnabar, and described it in the language of this world: "It should be produced in volcanic rocks, hot spring deposits, etc."

"This ore."

Old Tom frowned slightly, then relaxed,

"You should be talking about the red sand mine. Someone gave me a few for viewing before, but you know, I have no interest in anything other than books."

"You like such useless things?" He asked with a frown, obviously wanting to overlap the image of the young man in front of him with the description in the previous file.

"No, it's inspiration." Dante smiled and pointed to his head.

"Ha, I hope so."

Old Tom shrugged his shoulders, didn't bother to ask, and pointed to the dusty box in the far corner of the basement.

"It's all there, you move it all away, and it's still in the way if I put it here."

(End of this chapter)