Four hundred and ninetieth chapters magic flame eleven
Lin Xin gently grabbed the edge of the scroll and tore it apart. ◇↓◇↓Xiao◇↓ said,
Immediately, the scroll slowly and automatically floated into the air and unfolded.
All the characters inside automatically appear with a faint silver halo. The characters recorded in it are not ghostly characters.
It is an ancient version of a script that Lin Xincai had recently mastered.
"This kind of writing"
Lin Xin had some difficulty recognizing the first few words.
"Lunar nerve?" he read aloud.
"It sounds like it's a scripture practice, but if you look closely, it should be a record of a sacrifice."
Lin Xin carefully read the following content word for word.
"The moon god shines on the earth and nourishes all spirits. In the beginning of the divine life, he gave birth to two sons, one is Shagula and the other is worshiping the moon."
The last part was broken, and the characters were completely erased. Lin Xin continued reading the lower part that could still be seen clearly.
"Shagula stabbed his brother on the chest, swallowed up the night, turned into stars in the sky, and wore a lotus Buddha on his head. He was revered by all living beings as the Moon Lotus Clarifying Holy Buddha"
Below is a series of various eulogies in praise of the evil god Shagula. Among them, a commoner represents all living beings and asks Shagura in the form of questions and answers. Shagura continues to fulfill the wishes of all people and transform the world into a better place.
After Lin Xin skipped it, he saw another piece of content at the end of the scroll.
"He transformed into a Buddha and asked Youfu, why do living beings have despair? Is it something they are born with, or is it something they acquire later in life?"
‘Youfu responds with the source of despair. Those who are unable to escape, suffer from obsession, will eventually step into the source of despair, unable to reincarnate. The mother of morning chanting cannot be restored, there is the place for those who are obsessed’
The following content was gone, but Lin Xin actually saw the description of You Mansion from the scroll.
The specific records above existed tens of thousands of years ago, and are also related to ancient mythology.
"Ancient Mythology" Lin Xin had some ideas in his mind.
"The Field of Despair is probably the Lion Field that I have been to. It really fits the atmosphere of despair. There is also that weird black shadow. If I can go there again and see that guy, I might gain something."
Lin Xin felt helpless. There were too many mysteries about You Mansion, and there were too many mysteries in this world.
"The name of that black shadow seems to be Na Shura?" He recalled the nervous black shadow he had seen in Shiziyuan.
Putting away the scroll, Lin Xin pondered for a while, then flew up and left the bridge.
He walked through most of the mountain, landed gently in front of the Taoist Hall at the top of the Zhentang Peak, and strode in.
"I've met the headmaster!"
All the disciples guarding the Taoist temple saluted one after another.
Entering the Taoist Palace, there are rows of densely packed and neatly arranged dilapidated stone walls everywhere. The stone walls are all engraved with countless ancient characters, some of which are ghost scripts, and some of which are other characters.
There are many very old people holding glass magnifying glasses made of crystal, carefully observing these dilapidated ancient walls one by one.
The leader of the array hall, a thin old man named Wen, also came to greet him at this time.
"The sect master is here? It just so happens that we have made some progress here."
"Oh? Tell me."
Lin Xin signaled to everyone that they did not need to salute and continued to study by himself. He passed directly from the side and sat on the seats at the innermost side of the hall with Hall Master Wen.
"Sect Master, regarding the analysis of ancient myths. We invited the most famous bachelor of ancient literature in Nanfu to analyze the remaining walls we brought back from the ruins of the outside world. We have roughly drawn some conclusions."
"Please tell me." Lin Xin sat upright and said seriously.
"The conclusion from last time was that the ancient era should be before the mythical era, an even older period. This is correct." Hall Master Wen said in a low voice while pinching his beard.
"That's right." Lin Xin nodded.
Hall Master Wen motioned to an old man next to him to fetch a small box.
"Since then, we have focused on studying whether there are descriptions of the ancient times in the relics from the mythological era. Combined with the characters on the remaining walls here, we have made great progress."
He placed a small black square box in his hand on the table. The box was made of some extremely strong metal.
"We combined several of the most critical runes. We tried tens of thousands of different permutations and combinations, and finally, we got this by accident."
Hall Master Wen also seemed to be a little excited.
He gently opened the black metal box.
With a snap, the lid popped open.
Inside is a piece of silk with a white background. This silk has no trace of color and is as white as the snow.
But at this moment, the shadow of a pure black butterfly is clearly reflected above.
Yes, it's a shadow.
Lin Xin looked at it several times and couldn't see anything that blocked the light and produced a dark shadow of the butterfly.
But the black shadow butterfly was just reflected in the box, resting on the snow-white cloth.
"Sect Master, you can reach out and touch it." Hall Master Wen whispered.
Lin Xin stretched out his hand, touched it gently, and slowly stroked the surface of the shadow butterfly. What he got was the texture of silk. It was as if the shadow of the butterfly did not exist at all.
"What's going on?!"
He was also a little shocked.
If there was any supernatural power that could cause such traces, he would definitely be able to feel it, but at this moment he couldn't feel anything.
He wanted to release the soul realm to test, but he was afraid that if something went wrong, the butterfly would be destroyed.
Hall Master Wen shook his head and reached out to pull over an old man who was so old that his face was almost covered with wrinkles. The old man had been waiting beside him impatiently.
"Mr. Du made this thing. You can know better by asking him."
At this time, Mr. Du was also staring at the shadow of the butterfly in the box with his eyes feverishly.
"It all depends on the remnants of the wall that the sect master brought back from the outside world! If it weren't for you, we old scholars would probably not be able to study anything until our death!"
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the shadow of the butterfly in the box. Although he knew he couldn't touch it, his eyes still showed joy and yearning.
"You're welcome, sir, please clear up your doubts." Lin Xin concentrated and made a gesture of concentration.
Mr. Du slowly calmed down from his excitement and fell into memories.
"At first, we accidentally discovered that there were several symbols on these remaining walls that would move slowly from time to time at night."
"This matter was discovered by one of my young apprentices. She has always been an extremely upright and serious person. She would not let go of even the characters as fine as dust and had to carefully compare them one by one. Many times, she even
It’s a joke to think of the real black residue as ancient Chinese characters.”
When he talked about his young apprentice, his face was full of love.
"Is there something wrong with these characters as fine as dust?" Lin Xin asked.
Hall Master Wen nodded.
"Not bad." He stretched out his hand and gently touched the shadow of the butterfly in the box.
Suddenly something strange happened.
Right in front of Lin Xin and the others, the butterfly shadow suddenly dispersed and turned into a large piece of black ash, scattered on the white cloth of the box.
A large amount of black ash seemed to be stationary, but Lin Xin's senses were so sharp that he could detect it in the blink of an eye. These black ash were constantly moving at an extremely slow speed.
It's just because the speed is too slow that people can't detect it.
"You can move less than an inch in one hour." Mr. Du whispered, "This is a miracle. They are just countless characters, combined together, without any power fluctuations or traces of formations!"
"It's like it doesn't exist in our field of vision originally. Only through special means can we temporarily see its existence."
Lin Xin squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the black ash in the box. He didn't know what he was thinking for a while.
Mr. Du reached out his hand again and flicked it in the box. Suddenly all the black dust gathered together again, condensing into the shadow of a butterfly like before.
"This butterfly is alive."
"What?!" Lin Xin was startled.
"The sect leader must have discovered it too, right?" Mr. Du said in a low voice. At this time, several other senior researchers also came over, and there were also a few young disciples following him.
Lin Xin stretched out his hand and touched the completely untouchable shadow of the butterfly, and suddenly thought of the Nasura he had seen in the Lion Plains.
It is indeed alive!
"After research, we discovered that this butterfly actually exists in another world, a world that is completely different from ours."
Mr. Du frowned.
"This statement is difficult to understand and difficult to explain. But it can be explained in another way."
He pointed at the butterfly shadow and said.
"Sect Master should know that there are many groups in nature, such as bee colonies, ant colonies, etc., all of which are group-based, right?"
Lin Xin nodded. "I know this."
The study of nature in this world by practitioners is actually no worse than science at all, but it is only in the hands of a small number of people. So it is not surprising that the old man can have such an understanding.
After all, this even involves mysterious spiritual research operations. Knowing group consciousness is nothing.
Mr. Du continued.
"That's easy to explain."
He stood up and turned around.
"We initially determined that the body of this butterfly is scattered in an area with a broken wall. Only when we use means to gather it together can we see it. But in fact, the invisible scattered form should be
Its normal."
"And there seem to be a lot of existences like this around us." He said solemnly. "Their bodies are huge and scattered. They are so thin that we cannot detect them at all, and they can even penetrate into our bodies. But whether it is us,
It’s difficult for them to discover each other’s existence because our levels are completely different.”
After saying this, Lin Xin seemed to understand. This is like the dimensional theory or dimensional theory of the earth.
The bodies of these creatures are so large and thin that their bodies must be condensed and shrunk to a limit before they can be observed.
"Their bodies can exist in everything we have, intertwined and overlapped with the world we live in, but they do not interfere with each other." Mr. Du suddenly paused.
"No, maybe it's not that it has no impact, it's just that we don't know yet."
When he thought of this, he seemed unwilling to say anything anymore. He frowned and began to think hard. He actually forgot about the people sitting in front of him and muttered something in his mouth as he walked away.
Hall Master Wen smiled bitterly and apologized to Lin Xin.
"That's what Mr. Du is like. Please don't blame me, sect leader. He can even risk his life for research. If it weren't for him, it would take us who knows how long it would take to discover the integration method of this butterfly." (To be continued.)