The Taoist in his heart moved slightly, his spiritual light rippled, and a little entanglement of cause and effect emerged. Chen Cuo felt something in his heart. After another thought, he guessed a little bit, so he retracted his thoughts.
He came to Dongguan this time with a clear purpose, and he didn't ask anyone to bring any books or classics to read. He simply sat there, and a wisp of spiritual thoughts floated out, intertwining with the thoughts of the people in the room. resonance.
When he suppressed Shen Zunli yesterday, he used this method to pry away many thoughts with one thought.
Use the thought of Senluo to stir up the book, let the human mind interpret it on its own, and see the changes in the Taoist eyes in the mind, which is equivalent to a rough reading and a slight understanding!
In the blink of an eye, everyone in the room was excited.
Chen Cuo held his breath and calmed down. The Taoist in his heart jumped out and raised the mask in his right hand. The ghost-faced mask opened its mouth, like a whale sucking water, and pulled the thoughts of the people in the room and swallowed them!
This Dongguan Palace gathers the essence of the entire Southern Dynasty, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of books, most of which have origins and foundations. When stimulated by the thoughts of Senluo, they each separated out a ray of human thoughts and gathered towards the Taoist in their hearts!
In the blink of an eye, the Taoist's aura shone brightly, like the rising sun!
This gathering of brilliance can be seen by ordinary people, not to mention monks, even with their naked eyes!
"Uncle Bao, this... I finally believe what I told you before." In the corner of the bookshelf, Xu Fayan pointed at the round of tomorrow above Chen Cuo and whispered.
After hearing this, Bao Gan just sighed and said: "My nephew, don't tell others about this, and don't worry about it. Maybe this is your fate."
When Xu Fayan heard this, he was a little confused.
Bao Gan didn't say much, just stared.
He was working as an errand in Dongguan, how many times had he met the black and white elders? Was he not too surprised by such a scene?
Xu Fayan was about to say more, but suddenly his eyes widened and he saw a figure vaguely appearing on Chen Cuo's head, it seemed to be a Taoist priest in black clothes!
This Taoist is so full of energy, but all the weakness inside has been wiped away!
As people's thoughts gather together, thousands of scenes appear one after another in the mind.
"The Book of Human Reading? is a ray of thoughts of the person who reads the book. This is why the collection of books here has an extraordinary origin. Therefore, the brilliance of this human reading is even more obvious. I wonder if this person's reading has also been born? Like an evil ghost. The thought of being without a master, huh?"
While he was savoring it, his mind suddenly moved. Deep in the sea of books, there were traces of an unspeakable and vast will.
He seems to have incarnated tens of thousands of people, scattered among thousands of books and human thoughts. Originally they were subtle and undetectable, but Chen Cuo absorbed more and more radiant thoughts, and finally found some clues!
"This is……"
He couldn't help but increase his absorption!
And the more you accept people's thoughts, the deeper your understanding of the book, the more you understand it. After understanding, the number of people's thoughts that can be pulled and leveraged will increase.
Like this? Repeatedly? The tomorrow above Chen Cuo becomes brighter and brighter!
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"We can't let him take pictures anymore, otherwise the people in the bookstore outside the door will be swallowed up by him!"
The white-haired old man opened his eyes, and there was darkness in his eyes. He said lightly: "In this case, even if you and I are sitting here, we can't suppress the 'thought of destruction'."
"This Marquis of Linru County is really surprising." The black-haired old man nodded, flicked his fingers, and sent out a little thought...
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Bao Gan, who was observing carefully, trembled, and he understood. He glanced towards the inner hall, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards Chen Cuo.
"Junhou..."
As soon as Chen Cuo's thoughts moved, the bright sun set above his head and disappeared into the top of his head. Then he opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed away. His whole body was full of energy. Not only was his mind fully restored, but he was also somewhat energetic.
"The flow of human thoughts is endless, bathing the mind in it. If I use my magical powers in this book pavilion, I don't have to worry about my mind weakening. Maybe I should collect some of the human thoughts in the book and keep them in the dream, and mobilize them when I use my magical powers.
Supplement, it just so happens that the books I copied can be used as carriers..."
With this thought, Chen Cuo stood up.
"I hope you will be forgiven for disturbing your lord Qingxiu, but it is really..." Bao Gan said with his hands in hand.
"Lead the way." Before the other party could finish speaking, Chen Cuo walked towards the back hall, "After a few days of delay, it's time to visit."
Bao Gan was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.
Soon, the two of them entered the back hall.
Compared with the outside, there are not many books in the apse. Most of them are stored in wooden drawers, with labels on the outside indicating the title, number and author of the book.
With a slight sweep, Chen Cuo caught a faint human thought. But he did not stop to realize it, but climbed up the stairs. When he stepped on the second floor, he felt a simple atmosphere.
It is even more mixed with strong human thoughts, filling it almost everywhere.
Chen Cuo looked again and saw a small number of long boxes and bamboo slips placed on each bookshelf. People's thoughts were constantly seeping out of them, like overflowing water. As soon as they emerged, there would be ripples.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Chen Cuo's eyes narrowed, and the Taoist in his heart raised his hand to grab it, catching a few thoughts that were beating endlessly, struggling to change in his hands.
Incense without an owner becomes essence by itself!
"They are incense spirits similar to evil ghosts, and there are more than one! But compared to evil ghosts, these incense spirits are really honest. I stayed in the front hall for several days without even noticing it. Once the incense crystals are formed,
Jing, it is almost instinctive to swallow incense. If you can stay here honestly, you must be suppressed by something else!"
Thinking like this, he looked up towards the third floor, and then stepped up.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
The further up you go, the quieter you get, except for the sound of the trembling wooden boards.
When he reached the third floor, Chen Cuo stopped and looked at the empty floor, frowning.
"Both the first and second floors of the outer hall and the inner hall are equipped with bookshelves containing books, bamboo slips, and cloth. However, the third floor is empty. Not to mention the bamboo slips, there is not even a bookshelf.
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Scanning his spiritual consciousness, Chen Cuo couldn't catch any ripples of thoughts. Even the human thoughts that permeated the downstairs seemed to be completely isolated, and he couldn't catch even the slightest bit!
Suddenly, Na Bao Gan stepped forward, pushed the door open, then saluted respectfully in the air, and said carefully: "You two, people have already brought..." Halfway through, he seemed to
He was interrupted by someone, and then he nodded repeatedly, cupped his hands and said, "Okay, I'll excuse you now." After saying that, he lowered his head, bowed to excuse himself, and walked quickly down the stairs.
On the empty third floor, only Chen Cuo was left.
"Where is the promised librarian? Is it Bao Gan who has fallen into an illusion, or am I? Huh?"
Suddenly, two elongated shadows appeared on the far wall.
Chen Cuo was startled, turned his eyes, and followed the shadow, and saw a door.