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By the time Cangjie had finished recording the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing" that he had completed on the jade stone, the sky outside was already a little dim. When Cangjie opened the door, the Taoist had disappeared under the big tree. , and even fewer children.

"That's right... the sky is already dusk, the sun is approaching dusk..."

"It's getting dark."

"It's almost dusk..."

The old man muttered to himself.

He turned around and walked slowly to the table. The revised "Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing" was placed on one side. On the table, there were some chaotic and unremarkable texts written on the table. Cang Jie coughed for a while. Suddenly there is a sense of enlightenment.

Perhaps, the reason why that person demonstrated Taoism to himself was because he had already reached the end of his lifespan...

Will this weaken some kind of backlash from heaven and earth?

Cangjie, one of the ancestors of humanities, is not a stupid person. The old man looked at the words on the table and suddenly had an urge to keep this thing. If he saw the most brilliant beauty, what would happen? Can you resist not keeping these beautiful things in the future?

The old man held the carving knife with his wrinkled hands. With the last memory, he reintegrated the text on the table. This is the original version, not the part he recited. He tried to re-report what the Taoist said by memory. Say.

boom! !

Suddenly there was a roar in the sky.

There was a thunderbolt in the flat ground, rolling over thousands of miles, the old man was caught off guard, his hand shook, the carving knife fell directly to the ground, there was a faint whimpering sound outside, and then accompanied by the sound of thunder, it seemed that there was an unprecedented sound. The pouring rain poured down, smashed down!

The old man just felt that his room was like a boat on rough waves.

There was a possibility of overturning at any time. I felt the violent vibration of the window. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. The cold wind that rushed in made the originally dim light tremble violently, but it finally stabilized. The old man used this steady light, Saw the visitor.

It was a handsome young man with curly hair, but the curly hair that fell to the back was originally black, but now it has been washed away by the rain, and the black has receded, but it has not returned to the original white, but has turned into a red feeling. .

"Bai Ze? This is..."

Cangjie was at a loss.

Bai Ze shook his head violently, shaking the water off his body like a big cat shaking the rain off his body, and said, "What else? I also want to ask you, Cangjie, what are you doing? How did you do this? Big movement? So high as if heaven and earth are going to kill you?"

"Heaven and earth kill me? Hahahaha, the old man is a dying person, how can there be such a big pomp?"

Bai Ze stopped talking, looked at the words the old man wanted to record and said:

"So, what are you writing? Tsk, I don't quite understand."

"Don't you know that it suddenly thundered and rained outside. The sky was still dusk, but the rain was red, like blood. Don't say it has nothing to do with what you wrote."

Cang Jie asked curiously, "Then what are you doing here if you don't hide?"

"Me? Of course I'm looking for you for a drink?"

"I'm telling you, hahaha, this is the wine that Du Kang brewed by himself. It has been hidden for so many years, and it tastes great." Bai Ze's face was full of smugness, and Cangjie couldn't help laughing. A chair was brought for him, and he chatted with Bai Ze while writing the text himself.

"This book... I may have to ask you Azer in the end."

"Just hide it, hide it in the famous mountains and rivers, and wait for later people to discover it."

"Don't look at it either... Oh, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I'm about to die. I'm somewhat perceptive. If you look at this thing, I'm afraid there will be serious injuries..."

Cang Jie was chattering, but Bai Ze responded in a random manner.

Instead, he talked about some of the recent lively events in Xuanyuanqiu. Some husband and wife quarreled, and the man was beaten by his wife so he couldn't get out of bed. There were so many delicious things, Cang Jie smiled and said: "Xuanyuanqiu... It's nice to have a bear department..."

"Aze, you say, Xuanyuanqiu, how long can the Yanhuang lineage last?"

"Will it last forever?"

Bai Ze's voice stopped, and finally said: "I don't know..."

"Besides, why don't you just watch it yourself?"

"Just ask, I don't know everything."

Cang Jie laughed loudly, then drank and was quiet for a long time, and said, "I just saw that the old tree outside, the old tree we planted back then, has grown so high, unfortunately, when the sun goes down, it always grows so tall. Do you think this tree will also wither slowly?"

Bai Ze replied quietly: "It will wither..."

"But when it withers, its seeds will go with the wind, and it will grow one or two, three or four, many trees, or even a large forest. In the future, such a lush forest, no matter the final Wherever they go, they all come from here, from a tree planted by you in Xuanyuan Hill."

"So even if there is no longer Xuanyuanqiu in the future, what you have done will never be in vain."

"...Really?" The old man said with a smile:

"That's really, really good..."

"Then the future scenery, you will have to help Lao Ze to see it."

Bai Ze said nothing.

Cang Jie smiled again and said, "However, you will also leave here, right? You told us how to restrain the monsters, beasts and even the gods for our initial period, which is equivalent to enmity with the gods. Now...they won't let you go."

The scribe with curly white hair at the back narrowed his eyes and said, "...don't get me wrong."

"I just felt that the Terran who lost you had no way to protect me, so I left."

"Hahaha, is it?"

Wenzu Cangjie laughed and said: "I thought that if you were here, the gods who had hatred with you came to take revenge because we all died, which would bring disaster to the human race, so just leave by yourself, so as not to cause disaster. ."

"After all, if the human race sheltered you at that time, there would be a catastrophe and countless casualties."

"If you don't protect you, you will leave behind that huge injustice."

Bai Ze became angry and said:

"Drinking your wine, can't the wine that Du Kang brewed by himself stop your mouth?!"

The old man drank with a smile, wrote with drunkenness, and finally left a brief letter on the jade book that recorded the original Taoist collection, and then wrote the name of the Taoist collection at the very front—it is faint and hard to see, so It is called Yin; the Great Way of Harmony is called Fu, and this is the Sutra of Yin Fu of the Yellow Emperor.

It is derived from Yuxu, and it is named after it; it is mysterious and mysterious, and it is called Dharma.

Hence the name - "Yu Xu Zheng Fa"!

Before the end of his life, he could see the white-haired Taoist talking about heaven, earth, Tao, and people, so he got it.

The Taoist does not know his name, but he calls himself the ancient Qi refiner, and I call him Yuxu.

The old man carved the last stroke, and through drunkenness, handed over the banned Yuxu Zhengfa to Bai Ze, drank a drink, and sighed with a smile: "Du Kang's wine is indeed the best in the world. Fortunately, he came out of the tribe in this life. Fortunately, I didn't stay there to be my Cangwang."

"Otherwise, if I can't meet you, what a pity in life..."

The old man fell asleep with a smile.

Bai Ze also didn't read the contents of the jade book at a glance, he just drank cup by cup, and finally the wine jar was empty. He took the wine jar and shook it upside down. Seeing that a drop of the wine was gone, a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes. Said to himself:

"The wine made by Du Kang himself, I haven't tasted this taste in thirty years..."

"Du Kang, Du Kang."

"Since you died, the wine you brewed yourself is also a drink, one less."

He looked at the old man who seemed to be drunk and fell asleep, and said nothing.

Put away the jade book, get up and walk out, push the door open with both hands, the wind is blowing outside, the blood is twilight, a personified monster is naturally born between the heaven and the earth, it seems to prevent the birth of something, to write this thing. The old man was torn and smashed, corrected and obliterated.

But they couldn't get close to this room, because when they wanted to come over, Bai Ze also appeared at the door. He opened his eyes slightly, his pupils emitting a golden cold light in the night.

Flicking his sleeves, the strong wind of sleeve robes shattered the rainwater, and he scolded indifferently: "Go away!!"

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The blood-colored rain solidified in the air, and then slammed away in all directions, and even the ghosts and gods who took shape were screaming and crying and dissipating invisible—

Bai Ze, all evils should not come near, ghosts and gods are fearful!

The leader of the beasts.

The blood, rain, and thunder on the horizon disappeared, and the light of dusk was a little gentle. Bai Ze put away the jade book and pressed his hands on the door. The old man was lying on the table. The lights next to him finally went out. One by one:

"Xuanyuan...You, Xingyao...Dahong, Limu, Fenghou..."

As if when he was young, the boy with heavy eyes raised his head and saw the young people who gathered in Xuanyuanqiu back then. The boy in his memory walked forward with a smile, while the old man's murmur gradually disappeared and gradually disappeared.

The white-haired scribe slowly closed the door, and the sunset light streamed in through the gap in the door.

Bai Ze said softly:

"Cangjie wrote a book, rained blood in the sky, and screamed at night, as the end of his life..."

"Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough..."

The white-haired old man quietly closed his eyes and stopped answering.

In the creaking sound, the wooden door closed, and the last ray of light disappeared. The white-haired scribe was drunk and singing, and walked away with the unborn "Yuxu Zhengfa". In the room behind, the carving knife in the old man's hand fell. on the ground.

It turned out to be the knife that carved countless characters.

In the end, there was only a soft sound no heavier than a sigh.

Cangjie died in the 42nd year of the Cangdi calendar.

(Yiyou, 4596 BC)

Died at the age of seventy-one.

——"Shenzhou·Modern Classics", "Zen Tong Ji"

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