After hearing what the other party said, Zhuge Yuan could not help but be shocked and his mouth opened slightly. Everything Li Jinshu said really overturned his past knowledge. Everything the other party said was completely different from what he learned from the Master.
There are actually five worlds, and they are five worlds that are related to each other? And are they five worlds that are transformed from one world?
"Really?" Zhuge Yuan questioned after pausing for a while. Compared to the other party's statement, he still felt that his master's statement was more credible.
Hearing that the other party didn't believe him, Li Jinshu felt displeased and said, "Why, you don't believe it?"
"Senior Li, it's not that I don't believe it. You said what those monks said was false, so what Ming Lun Hall said might also be false?"
"You kid, you are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and dares to think about anything. Do you think a child is playing house? Are you talking without proof? Whoever has the loudest voice is right?"
"Did you know that all etiquette in Daqi is determined by the Ming Lun Hall? This is recognized by both the officials and the Supervisor."
Since he had to explain clearly to the other party, Li Jinshu didn't mind wasting more time.
It's okay for me to question it. If this guy dared to question this in front of other seniors in the hall, I'm afraid this guy would suffer.
"Boy, do you know what it means to go against the immortals and obey the people?" As he spoke, Li Jinshu's third hand stretched out from under his left armpit and waved to Zhuge Yuan under the eaves.
"This hand is the one that goes against the immortal and obeys the people. To put it bluntly, it is the selves in another world of the disciples in the hall. The disciples of the Minglun Hall can practice the magic in the hall and let their selves elsewhere help them."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan believed a little bit of what the other party said. "Seriously? What were those people in the room doing just now?" Zhuge Yuan's mind flashed to those weird men in black robes sitting among the piles of books.
"The people you saw in Jie Zizhai just now were asking and talking with their own Immortal Shunshun people to write almanacs of other worlds."
"As the leading sect of Confucianism, Ming Lundang naturally has to maintain the right path in the world as its own responsibility. Even if it is what happens in other worlds, it must be recorded as much as possible."
"Although this is difficult. The farther the world is apart, the more ambiguous the meaning of "reverse immortals and obedient people" will be, and it is very difficult to ask. However, the reason why the disciples of Ming Lun Hall exist is to imitate their ancestors and set rules with pen.
By adhering to the universe, we will never allow the lifetime efforts of all generations of ancestors to be wasted."
The other party's words immediately made Zhuge Yuan's blood boil. Ming Lun Hall's approach was so in line with his values. Isn't this what he wanted to do?
Seeing the other party's behavior, Li Jinshu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "How? You believe it now, right?"
"Well! Then Senior Li, when can I learn these spells?" Zhuge Yuan suddenly became impatient.
Believe it or not, it's hard to say, but at least he really wanted to learn this stuff from Ming Lun Hall.
"Are you anxious now? Didn't you just want to continue debating scriptures with me? What are you doing standing still? Let's go. It's not far ahead. When you enter the Minglun Hall, someone will naturally teach you more."
Zhuge Yuan quickly followed the opponent's pace and walked towards the depths of the garden.
It can be seen that after passing Jie Zizhai, the road is much easier to walk and there is no need to hide. It is obvious that it is tight on the outside and loose on the inside.
After walking for half a stick of incense, Zhuge Yuan smelled a faint smell of incense. As the smell of incense became stronger and stronger,
The thicker it became, a two-story building covered with ceramic ridged beasts appeared in front of them.
"This place is full of seniors from the hall, please behave yourself when entering." After speaking, Li Jinshu secretly opened the door and led Zhuge Yuan towards the inside.
As soon as he entered, Zhuge Yuan was stunned to the spot. What he saw was a huge wall full of human heads.
All the heads had solemn expressions, their eyes seemed to be closed, as if they were looking down at the two people below.
In a quiet and peaceful environment, this scene suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhuge Yuan instantly felt suffocated.
He was about to raise his right index finger tremblingly, but was held down by Li Jinshu, "Don't point randomly, it's disrespectful to the seniors."
Li Jinshu pressed Zhuge Yuan's head, bowed a few times to the wall of heads, and continued walking along the wall. "As I told you before, there are many disciples in Minglun Hall who entered the court and became officials. These
They are all the historians of the imperial court."
"Senior, why are all their heads here?
"It's not that we want to chop off their heads, it's the emperor who wants to chop off their heads."
"Then why did the emperor chop off their heads?"
"Because all the emperors of Da Qi have done ridiculous things. They don't want to be recorded. They want to make up almanacs. If the historian doesn't let them, they will have their heads chopped off."
"These seniors have all said, Your Majesty, if you have the ability, destroy the Ming Lun Hall. Otherwise, no matter how many heads are chopped off, no matter how many people are killed, the history books must not fabricate anything. This is the responsibility of the Ming Lun Hall."
"Almanacs are the rules of the universe. If the rules are messed up, then everything done by our ancestors will be in vain."
Zhuge Yuan suddenly realized that his fear of this wall of human heads gradually diminished, and he couldn't help but feel awe in his heart. He even slowed down his steps. Through these heads, he gained a better understanding of the responsibilities of Minglun Hall.
, and he also understood why the master wanted him to come here instead of going somewhere else.
"Oh." Zhuge Yuan nodded as if he understood. It seemed that he still had to learn a lot about some things.
As the two of them continued to walk forward, behind the wall of heads were rows of memorial tablets, with black and white spiritual tablets standing like solemn tombstones behind the hazy smoke of incense.
Zhuge Yuan discovered that the smell of incense he just smelled outside came from here.
Various tributes were placed in front of various tablets, which looked particularly grand.
Although there was no one here, Zhuge Yuan felt as if there were people everywhere.
He did not forget the purpose of following him here. He immediately picked up the incense nearby and lit it with the fire of a white candle. After worshiping in a circle around the tablets, he began to look for his master's friend who had been dead for more than a hundred years.
"Senior Brother Li, where is the memorial tablet of Senior Wang Changxu?" At this place, Zhuge Yuan's voice became much lower.
"Look inside, I remember it should be inside. I don't come to this place very often, I only came twice during the Qingming Festival."
The two of them walked along the rows of memorial tablets. As they walked further in, the spiritual tablets began to be placed more sparsely, and the types of tributes gradually began to increase, not just limited to pigs, cattle, sheep and three livestock.
When half the stick of incense had passed, Li Jinshu's eyes suddenly lit up next to Zhuge Yuan, and he walked quickly to the left, "Look! Found it! Wang Changxu!"
This chapter has been completed!