Chapter 586: The legend reaches ten thousand years
Chen Cuo didn't hesitate. After saying a few words, he walked out of the room.
Xiang Ran followed immediately, thinking in his mind whether to say what he had prepared.
When she came here this time, in addition to reporting on the secret prying caused by the Turkic Yehu, there was also a question about the Kunlun Qitongzi.
Just when Chen Cuo mentioned the eight monks, Xiang Ran wondered if he should take this opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to bring out the Kunlun Changsheng who was hanging on and made it clear.
After all, in the past forty years, although there has been no direct conflict between Taihua Mountain and Kunlun Mountain, there have been constant discords between the two families, and there have been disputes from time to time.
As a rare figure among the younger generation of Taihua Mountain, Xiang Ran led his disciples to fight with the Kunlun disciples many times, even though he was determined to practice, and both sides won or lost, just like this dispute over the ruins.
Specific to the situation at hand, she naturally didn't want to get too close to the Kunlun people, but Chen Cuo didn't say anything, and Xiang Ran couldn't make a decision...
Think about it.
Sudden!
call!
Then a wave of heat rose from her hands!
Xiang Ran was startled, and then he realized that it was the magic weapon given to him by his uncle!
The fire is rising and the heat is spreading!
But there was no burning sensation, not even the slightest pain in Xiang Ran's hands holding the fire.
When the flames were reflected in her pupils, Xiang Ran felt that the complicated thoughts in his heart were burning one by one, and finally disappeared, leaving only pure thoughts.
Not only that, her entire energy and energy seemed to have improved!
"This is?"
"That god comes from a great religion outside the territory, and is responsible for wars and disputes." Chen Cuo, who was walking in front, said at this time, "This religion worships fire, which has its merits, but the god is the idea of the believer.
The aggregation of the spirit will inevitably go to extremes. However, after glancing at the thoughts of its gods, the divine slough left behind can be said to be a treasure of heaven and earth. After being refined by me, watching the fire and clearing the heart, concentrating on it is one of the functions. Others
Its wonderful uses are yet to be discovered one by one by you.”
"The disciple once got two sticks of calming incense, and he knows that things that can refine the mind are very precious! This is just the beginning of the power of the magic weapon." Xiang Ran said and shook his head, "Such a precious thing is held by a disciple.
Maybe it's a disaster instead, after all, it's a god..."
"You should have some confidence in yourself, and don't worry about being involved in Shinto cause and effect." Chen Cuo shook his head, "After all, the two most precious things of the God of War in Fire are now in my hands." As he spoke, he did not hesitate.
Turn your head and just raise your left hand.
From the palm of my hand, something flew out.
This object is crystal clear, like crystal, surrounded by smoke, hazy, and there is a complicated talisman inside that flickers brightly and dimly.
But when Xiang Ran watched intently, he could see bloody fire around the talisman, mixed with the scene of bloodshed and the sound of fighting and iron horses!
She understood immediately.
"Is this thing the divine talisman seal of God Hu?"
Chen Cuo nodded and said: "The gods from outside the territory are similar to the gods from the Middle Earth. They are both born with the idea of incense. However, although our gods from the Middle Earth have followers as their destiny and their spiritual thoughts as their nature, they often come from the clay sculptures of the gods.
After nurturing a divine body, once you reach the true state of unity of reality and reality, you will often shape your true body and explore yourself..."
As he spoke, a clay sculpture of the Dragon King flashed in his mind, and he immediately changed the subject: "But this is not the case with the Hu God from outside the territory. His spiritual thoughts are dispersed among the believers, and the talisman is instead refined into a core like a demon pill, which is inhabited by the virtual and the real.
In the meantime, all the cultivation skills of the body were actually gathered on this thing. I used the method of dissociation to detect the traces. I took it out from the illusion and was completely grasped. Its authority and majesty were all exercised.
my hand."
"The authority of the gods..."
Chewing these four words, Xiang Ran remembered the past deeds of this uncle. According to legend, this uncle himself was proficient in the method of incense. He was the Lord of the Great River, the Lord of the Huai River, and was favored by many gods and earth creatures. Awe.
"Yes, the power of the gods is quite mysterious. For example, the divine talisman in my hand is in charge of wars, conquests, and disputes. If it is refined into the body and controls power, all wars and disputes in the outside world can be turned into power." He paused. After a pause, his tone became more solemn, "So, for this god, constant disputes and conquests on the earth are the scenes he wants to see most."
"Gods and humans are different after all."
Xiang Ran's mood was a little heavy for a while, but she was determined to find the path and was not involved in mundane things. In addition, the fire in her hands burned again, burning away the distracting thoughts in her heart, making her mind clear, and she soon calmed down. , taking advantage of the situation, he asked again: "Uncle Master just said that there are two things to gain from that god. Could this second thing be the divine transformation?"
"The divine slough is certainly precious, but to me, it is of little use. The second harvest is naturally the history of Zoroastrianism to which the war god belongs." At this point, Chen Cuo stopped and his voice became a little lower. points, "It should be noted that gods have their own myths and legends, which are ethereal and mysterious and can be traced back tens of thousands of years! However, the history of the sect to which the gods belong is real. We Central Plains people like to record history, and there are many classics mentioning it. The origin of Zoroastrianism is only a thousand years old..."
After a pause, he seemed to state or ask: "The way of the gods is transformed into a sect, and the leader of the sect is worshiped as a god. The two complement each other, but gods of tens of thousands of years and sects of thousands of years, you say these two , which one is true? Which one comes first?”
Xiang Ran was stunned when he heard this.
A god that lasts for thousands of years, a sect that lasts for thousands of years.
Gods and sects?
Who comes first and who comes last?
Inexplicably, she felt a creepy feeling in her heart. Somehow, there was an instinct deep in her blood that was warning Xiangran!
What she was thinking at this moment had already touched the taboos of the world!
Boom!
Suddenly, thunder exploded in the sky!
Xiang Ran was shocked!
In front, Chen Cuo stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.
In the room, the Turkic leaf protector Li Fushu was sitting on a chair. He looked at Chen Cuo who walked in. He took a deep breath, stood up and came to greet him. He cupped his hands and said, "I have met Immortal Fuyao. I... I have already met him." Think about it, no matter what the immortal king wants to do, just give him orders."
Xiang Ran was startled when he heard this.
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and then nodded with a smile: "Wise move, in this case, let Ye Hu sit down first, Chen needs to take some of your hard work."
When Lifushu heard this, his face turned pale, but he still managed to stay calm, nodded in agreement, and sat back.
When he had just finished it, Chen Cuo, who was opposite him, made a seal with his right hand and made a weak grab with his left hand. Liver immediately screamed, and blood burst from his chest, and a little blood flew out.
Suddenly, the smell of blood spread, and the wind blew up all around!
A strong flow of luck gathered and wrapped around Zilifushe.
Then, faint phantom fragments emerged from his drop of blood, accompanied by illusory words.
"The Turks first came out of the Suo Kingdom, and were in the north of the Xiongnu. They were mixed with Hu people, and their surname was Ashina..."
The sound of surging water came from far away. In Xiang Ran's horrified eyes, the phantom of a wide and long river gradually appeared next to Chen Cuo.
"kindness?"
In the empty house, several storytellers left in a hurry, leaving only the young man with a smile on his face. However, this man's heart moved slightly, and he counted on his fingers, showing a look of surprise.
"He actually began to explore the legend through the long river. After passing by, could he have grasped the context of the establishment of the Tao?"
At this thought, the young man's face showed a solemn expression, but he soon shook his head.
"In terms of understanding the long river, who can compare with me? Even if Chen is wise, he is slower than me after all. What's more, even if he can find the key, he can at most write his own book and establish a theory, but his method of rise and fall is... It’s not that I’m such a lonely person, unable to create a legendary past for myself, unable to turn the road signs into legendary features, and not recognized by Changhe, it’s all in vain after all. Including the gifts I prepared for him in the south, it’s finally done. What I’ve prepared is He is so perfect that his own rhythm should not be disrupted by his temporary actions..."
Thinking about it, he sat cross-legged in the air, and black lines spread from behind him.
"The most urgent task is to first determine the prologue of my path, connect the selected legends and characters, clarify the logic, eliminate paradoxes, choose the narrative method, and avoid the last moment, and avoid committing the same crime as Lu A common mistake."
In a flash, the black lines outline complex characters, with several figures looming inside.
Nanfang, Jiangdu, Yufu.
Inside and outside the cold mansion, there is a plain white silk.
A few servants and maids were walking in the not-so-big mansion.
Suddenly, a person came quickly from outside the house, all the way to the backyard, and only stopped outside the study.
Squeak.
The door opened and Yu Shinan, dressed in plain clothes, came out.
When the man saw him, he quickly handed over the two notebooks in his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll go to Yu Lang to get my reward later. The situation in Jiangdu is unclear recently, so don't go out yet." Yu Shinan nodded, took it, and after giving instructions, he turned around and went back to the house. He opened it casually, and after a few glances, he saw Lu was surprised.
"There are indeed signs of immortals in the south, but how should we explain the news from the north?"
Immediately, he shook his head and said: "There are many rumors in the world. Since our Yu family is favored by Mengxian, and two generations have devoted themselves to recording the deeds of the immortal, we have to distinguish between the true and the false. We should sort it out and deduce the connections between them to make sure that they are true and false." Only when there are no errors, omissions, or contradictions can things be recorded.”
After thinking about it, he walked into the study room, sat on the table, opened the notebook, compared it with other books, and studied it carefully.
At this time, a gust of breeze blew from the window, blowing up several pieces of paper with writing on Yu Shinan's hand.
The paper fell with the wind, and the smooth and harmonious words on the first column were faintly visible.
"In the past, the Mengxian took pity on the ancient bloodline and showed his holiness in Jiankang City..." The back part cannot be seen clearly because the paper is folded.
Yu Shinan sighed, stood up, picked up the fallen papers, rearranged them, and then closed the window.
The sun shines through the window paper into the house.
In the innermost part of the inner hall, there is a painting hanging.
What is depicted in this painting is a young man lying on Qingyun, with a wide-sleeved robe and a handsome expression. He is holding a small gourd in his hand, looking half asleep and half awake.