Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

This made Jiang Sile almost think that she had read it wrong, but she touched the handwriting and it was there.

Although there are only a few lines, the words bring more shock than this entire book.

Why only write so much?

If you can't write it, why did you write these two sentences?
If you can write it, why not continue writing it and record it completely?
Jiang Sile's head was in a mess, her eyes were fixed on those two sentences, and thousands of thoughts and speculations were flowing through her heart.

This is so unusual.

Jiang Sile realized that her originally enthusiastic heart gradually cooled down, and she recovered from the joy of finally discovering the 'candle' in the pages of the book.

She only felt that her heart was in her throat, but the result was so dull, so...

This is unexpected, but also reasonable.

If, if there really was something that could completely explain everything, the old monk wouldn't be so hesitant.

Jiang Sile sighed quietly in his heart.

But she didn't relax. Since there wasn't this one, then... there was one last one.

Maybe there could be some clues there, even if it could make the situation and problems at hand clear for a moment.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Sile resolutely opened the fourth thick book, The Yellowing Wenza.

At the beginning, there were those vague revelations that Jiang Sile couldn't understand.

Continuing to scroll down, we are still talking about some commonplace things, such as the first batch of bluestone slabs from Qingyang Temple being moved to the side of the mountain.

The old abbot was very worried and asked his disciples to guard the stone every day for fear of being stolen.

According to the old host’s records, the first batch of bluestone slabs was paid to She, and only a quarter of the road could be paved with these slabs.

Jiang Sile could see that as he got older, the content written by the old host became more and more cumbersome and verbose.

Even if it rains heavily one day and lightning strikes an old tree in the backyard, I have to write it down.

While Jiang Sile's mind was in turmoil and she was about to turn the page, she suddenly remembered something.

Lightning struck the tree in the backyard?Could it be that lightning-struck wood?

Jiang Sile had learned about this thing in modern times. In novels, it was usually a magic weapon.And if trees struck by lightning can grow new buds, it is said to be excellent Feng Shui.

But... what use does this do to the temple?Doesn't it seem to have nothing to do with what she wants to know?

Jiang Sile continued to read carefully with hesitation.

But the further down, the more Jiang Sile felt something was unusual.

A frozen lake in the back of the mountain?

impossible?

Jiang Sile was dubious. After all, ice was a rare thing in Chengzhou.

You know, the summer in Chengzhou is really hot. Given the weather and climate, it would be good if the lakes in the back mountains can be covered with a thin layer of ice for two or three days in winter.

What's more, the mountain where Qingyang Temple is located is not very high.At least it is much lower than the surrounding peaks.

Looking at what the old host wrote at the back, the corners of Jiang Sile's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Is this writing a novel in a diary?

Jiang Sile couldn't help but complain.

I haven't seen this old host in the previous words - the host who was probably still young at the time had such delusions.

It's almost like he's possessed, or... his imagination is running wild?

Jiang Sile shook his head and laughed at his own thoughts.How can it be?

But then I thought again, what is impossible?
Even Princess Anle can become a female ghost, and she can actually travel to this ancient and different world. Isn't it even weirder?
As a result, as a time traveler, she was still complaining about the thinking of the natives.

Although he thought so, Jiang Sile continued to read seriously.

In addition to trees struck by lightning and lakes frozen all year round, according to the records of the old abbot, Qingyang Temple also has a peach blossom tree that has been growing for ten thousand years. The trunk is so thick that three people need to surround it.

There is a well on the top of the mountain...

Seeing this, Jiang Sile couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Let’s not talk about whose family is building a well on the top of the mountain, but the description on the next page is even more exaggerated.

In the mature handwriting, this well is described like this.

The mouth of the well is as big as a stone plate. A visitor once saw the moon falling into it, hence the name: Luoyue Well.

Every full moon night, the moonlight shines into the water.

Jiang Sile had to suppress the desire to complain and continued reading.

What follows becomes more and more legendary, as if the old monk has gone crazy.

Phoenix once played here, green dragon once roamed in the clouds and mist in the mountains...

Jiang Sile had to wonder if the old monk had gone crazy at this time.But what he described was as if it were true, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Judging from the actual situation, in the previous dynasty, both Taoist priests, scribes, and monks loved to eat Wu Shi San.

This made Jiang Sile wonder whether the old monk had also taken Wu Shi Powder, which caused him to be in a trance and regard illusions and dreams as reality.

Anyway, what follows is so mysterious that even if the old monk wakes up from his dream, he would not believe it.

Jiang Sile watched and smiled.

After that... Jiang Sile turned the page again, and the handwriting changed.

The handwriting this time was light, much lighter than the previous one, and it was written in cursive, so the handwriting was very blurry. Jiang Sile had to look closer and look carefully before he could barely make out the handwriting.

The first line of this new handwriting is - the previous host fell into a well in the mountains and died.

After describing in detail the cause of death of the previous host, the new host began to be busy with the issue of the bluestone slab in the mountain.

Due to the efforts of the first two abbots, the book records that by that time, half of the bluestone slabs in the mountains had been laid, and the remaining half had been put on hold because the temple had no extra money.

Then there are records of some small things.

But Jiang Sile gradually became clear about the identity of the new host in his scrawled words.

This person should be the previous abbot of Qingyang Temple, Master Huixin, who is very famous in Chengzhou.That is, the master of the old monk Yuanli.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sile suddenly felt a little warm in his heart.

She continued to read, but the handwriting became more and more scrawled as she went on, making Jiang Sile frown.

Several times the handwriting was blurred to the point of being illegible, and the ink was clumps that were very conspicuous on the page.

Jiang Sile grumbled and continued to turn to the next page.

After flipping over and over, Jiang Sile felt something was wrong.

According to the date record on the page, the time span this time is larger and wider.

Jiang Sile saw several times that the dates above were five or six years apart, but something had happened in between.