A luxurious carriage belonging to a wealthy Chinese family slowly passed by. The mountain chief stopped and remained silent.
Li Ang also stopped and looked confused.
If it was an ordinary nightmare, he would naturally not tell it to bother the mountain leader, but that dream was too real and depressing, and it happened in Liyuan. There was always an ominous premonition.
Tonight seems to be a day for the nobles of Chang'an to go out together. There is an endless stream of carriages, forming a long queue at the crossroads.
The mountain chief remained silent, and Li Ang could only wait quietly.
"How many books have you read by Senior Lin Liangce?"
Suddenly, the mountain chief asked.
"More than half."
Li Ang subconsciously replied: "I have read "Medieval Zen", "Historical Examination of Western Kingdoms" and "Historical Examination of Persia". As for books on tea ceremony, gardening and philosophy, students have not had time to read them yet."
Lin Liangce was a sage who studied in the early Yu Dynasty. He was keen on studying classics, history and ancient times, and also dabbled in other fields.
"He has traveled around the country, visited the far west, studied local customs, and collected the oldest legends and stories hidden in remote mountain villages and passed down orally from generation to generation.
And based on this, we draw a conclusion.”
The mountain chief said slowly: "He believes that some monks who have practiced to extremely high levels, by chance, are lucky enough to see through the long river of time and glimpse a glimpse of the future.
However, the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. The sages could not directly tell what they saw in the future. They could only inform future generations in a tactful way and give warnings.
For example, the prophet in the Far West left a prophecy of floods and asked people to build giant boats to escape the disaster;
Laozi brought the purple energy from the east to Hangu Pass and left behind a volume of scriptures explaining the way of nature;
The Buddha saw the tragic and gloomy end of the Dharma Age, and left a copy of the Sutra on the End of the Dharma before his nirvana.
It seems that all similar prophecies mention some kind of huge disaster. Including the bronze vessels and oracle bone documents excavated from the ancient Yin Ruins, there are also many records of blood sacrifices being offered to Haotian, praying to delay the disaster."
Li Ang was stunned and speechless. Before he could continue to ask, the mountain leader added: "Due to the long history and lack of evidence, this idea cannot be called a theory. It is even difficult to call it a conjecture.
The mountain chief stopped his research plan and prevented him from trying to obtain the prophecies of the Taihao Mountain Juyu Academy. However, Lin Liangce was still obsessed with it and wanted to get a glimpse of the future by studying the prophecies.
In the end, he was protectively imprisoned by the academy, and passed away in a depressed mood - instead of enjoying his old age in peace, as the academy claimed."
Li Ang looked hesitant. He only now knew the fate of Lin Liangce in his later years, and he was not sure what the mountain leader wanted to express.
"Liyuan is deep underground, located under the rock formations. It is closest to the origin of the world. It is normal to have some dreams."
The mountain chief said slowly: "The more intelligent and sensitive a monk is, the more likely he is to be disturbed by distracting thoughts and hallucinations during his practice.
If you mistake distracting thoughts for revelation and devote yourself wholeheartedly to them, you can easily become possessed. For example, Jianquan Monk.
Being protected and isolated like Lin Liangce is considered a decent ending."
"Students understand."
Li Ang nodded. Lin Liangce was a scholar of heaven and man, learned a lot and had a strong memory, but he was still disturbed by his obsession and ended up dying in depression.
"Well, don't talk about this dream to anyone else in the future."
The mountain leader paused and said, "Your weapon was destroyed by the ghost shovel?"
"yes."
Li Ang scratched his head in embarrassment. His three-edged spear had been strengthened several times in the Academy Workshop and consumed a lot of precious materials. In the end, it still failed to survive the battle with the Ghost Spade and only half of it was left.
The mountain leader nodded and said: "In that case, tomorrow you go to Dongjun Tower to find Ati and ask him to help you choose a new weapon."
hiss--
Li Ang's eyes lit up, the Dongjun Tower was full of alienated objects privately stored in the Academy. The treasures were so rich and the content was so profound that only the Taihao Mountain Palace in the world could compare with it.
Choose a weapon from them.
Donghuang Bell! Tai'a Sword!
If Fang Tian paints a halberd if it doesn't work, an ancient ingot knife will do!
Li Ang was surprised and happy, and said goodbye to the mountain chief. He rubbed his palms back and forth like a fly rubbing his hands, and rushed to Jinchengfang Mansion excitedly, ready to tell Chai Chai the good news.
The mountain chief stood there and smiled lightly as he watched Li Ang leave happily.
"You lied."
A calm statement came from behind. Lian Xuanxiao turned around and saw a human face emerging from the tree trunks on the roadside.
The soul of Chang'an vegetation - Sophora lings.
The crowds of people crowding around seemed to have not seen this strange scene, and were minding their own business celebrating the arrival of the New Year, passing by Lian Xuanxiao.
The mountain chief did not deny Huailing's responsibility, but his eyes dimmed a little.
More than ten years ago, someone asked him the same question as Li Ang. At that time, he thought over and over again and chose to tell the truth.
That person's name is Jun Qianzi.
"I won't make the same mistake twice."
The mountain chief shook his head, looked directly at Huailing, and said seriously: "I hope you will not interfere in this matter."
"This is your academy's business and has nothing to do with me."
Huailing spoke indifferently. The favor she owed Li Ang because of Nie Yuhuan was repaid by informing Li Ang of the last change in Chang'an. "I only care about our contract."
Huailing glanced at Lian Xuanxiao's palm hidden under his wide sleeves, and said coldly: "Your five degenerations have worsened again."
"It won't affect the plan. Even if I die, Chen Danqiu will inherit."
Lian Xuanxiao took out a small porcelain vase from his arms and threw it to Huailing.
The latter controlled the branches of the tree to catch it steadily, opened the porcelain bottle, and a strong and murderous bloody air immediately poured out from it.
As the bottle shook, the faint sound of huge waves hitting the shore could be heard from the small porcelain bottle.
"The blood I extracted from the body of the divine turtle."
Lian Xuanxiao said deeply: "Let's try it and see how far we can go.
One day in the future, Chang'an will sink into the ground."
Sophora ling stretched out the branches of the tree, got into the porcelain vase, and drank the blood of the mythical beast that surged like sea water.
The majestic spiritual power poured into Huailing's body, and her eyes flickered with a faint light.
All the vegetation in the mountains and forests near Chang'an swayed and danced, expressing joy and joy.
Deep under the unnoticed Chang'an City, deeper than the Chang'an Ghost Market,
Countless tree roots surged through it, excavating tons of earth and stone.
This chapter has been completed!