Chapter 417: The Beginning of the Change of Heaven, Man and Leopard
"Four years ago, Ji Youshuo...Luo Qian..."
The ancient stone monument thousands of feet high stands on the Black Sea, boundless, like an inexplicable creation where the finger bones of the gods have been cut off and weathered over the long years.
Weird characters like a sun wheel are densely covered with seals on the stele, hazy and mysterious, like thunder.
Mr. Gongyang frowned deeply, but after analyzing it for a long time, the words he deciphered were still obscure and unspeakable.
"God...Domain Thirteen..."
"The Emperor of Thailand... refused to eat by watching the sundial... died young while on a hunting expedition..."
"The star of the year enters the well... caressed by billions of trillions and so on... destroyed..."
"Three thousand countries, eight hundred princes, at the beginning of the transformation of heaven and man..."
"The king's clothes, the ape-gong prime minister... the axis is empty!"
…
King costume?
When Mr. Gongyang stumbled over this word, everyone present was startled, and then looked strange.
They have not forgotten that when they first entered Lotus Market, they had a fierce owner in the underworld.
seem--
Is he called the King's Clothes?
Sweat was dripping from his forehead. Mr. Gongyang's old face was ferocious, and his veins were twisting and beating, like little snakes turning in the skin, restlessly moving his slender body.
He stared at the inscription with almost confusion or sadness for a long time. He did not know how long it took, in a silence that was long enough to make people panic.
The last few lines of the incomplete Sun Wheel text on the stele were also deciphered by Mr. Gongyang in a trembling voice.
"Region Thirteen... Qiongqi brought disaster to the country above... No tolerance, sharpen your beard!"
"The Great Evil...kill!"
"Master Li Kuang... announced it to the whole country, and the Xian envoy heard about it..."
"Mingjia Xiaoluo."
"As ordered!"
…
The black sea water washed away with a splash, and looking down, the thousands of miles of sea was like a huge piece of pure ink jade, so black that it had no trace of luster, as if it had swallowed up even the sound.
This moment.
Taoist Fei Xuan felt that his heartbeat was about to stop. The sky and the earth seemed to be silent. The ancient silence made people weak in their knees.
He wriggled his lips for a while and exhaled a deep breath of courage.
"Li Kuang, this name has appeared several times..." Taoist Feixuan trembled and turned his head: "Who is Li Kuang? Is there any mention of his name in ancient books?
"And the Thai Emperor——"
"How could there be any emperor in Taizhou of Northern Wei? I don't remember!"
"Or was it that in ancient times, someone named Tai was given the title of honor by later generations?"
"Have any of you heard of it?"
"The Emperor of Thailand is not the name of the place. A poor monk once saw a saying in it. Although it is not clear, it is probably an anecdote."
Wu Ming said: "It is said that in ancient times there were three emperors of heaven, earth and human beings. Among the three emperors, the human emperor was the most noble."
"Emperor Tai is not a title, but the title of the Human Emperor. It means -" Wu Ming looked at the inscription towering above the sea and slowly spoke:
"He is the emperor of men!"
When heaven and earth were opened, there were the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity.
Control the weeds, sow grains, establish the calendar, fix the stars, teach writing, and enjoy righteousness; do not reward but the people are diligent; do not punish but do evil and be righteous; do not fight and get rich; do not give orders but the people obey; be powerful but do not kill
, save time and not worry.
Wisdom is more valuable than others, and the world respects it. It is Tai, and it is the emperor's clan.
"Pindao also borrowed this ancient book from the Spring and Autumn Academy in Yedu..." Taoist Feixuan's eyes were complicated and unclear:
"But I remember that Du Shaozhi, the imperial winemaker at that time, specially used red ink to paint red, saying that it was a forgery and that it was the words of an ancestor's novelist. It should not be fully believed!"
"If it's true, then there really was an emperor in ancient times?" Taoist Fei Xuan muttered to himself, his head moving in disbelief:
"But what is the connection between the Emperor of Thailand and the head of the God of Heaven? This ancient stele is inserted next to the head of the God of Heaven, which is full of demonstration..."
"Could it be that this inscription is a message?"
"Did the Emperor of Thailand and the gods who shepherded the ancestors in ancient times start a war?"
No one could answer his doubts.
The strange sun-wheel-like writing on the stele is as big as a house, and as small as a carriage.
Mr. Gongyang's explanation was very difficult, and some parts could only be understood by the listener without even being able to explain it in difficult words.
"I have only seen this kind of ancient writing in the ruins of an underground palace. It's too long ago..."
Mr. Gongyang thought of an underground palace he explored when he was young. According to legend, it was the place where the first Qingshen Temple master made his fortune. It was ancient and mysterious.
Of course he found nothing in the underground palace. The ancient land had been emptied out by countless people who had heard about it, and not even half of the ancient artifacts were left. Walking in it was like being in a huge empty ghost cave.
The dark wind howls with it.
Unexpectedly, under a half-decayed high wall connecting the sky, he saw a strange and strange writing pattern that looked like a sun disk.
The words are exactly the same as the inscription in front of me...
"Can Xiao Xie recognize these ancient characters?" Mr. Gongyang looked at the girl beside him with a wry smile. Without waiting for a response, he shook his head and sighed at himself:
"I'm afraid this is no longer an ancient character. There are no clues in the historical records. How can we understand its full meaning?"
The panic or violent emotions gradually subsided.
Some people went to the inscription out of curiosity and wanted to shake the blue stone tablet that reached into the sky, but they couldn't make any movement. Some knights of the Yan family were bold enough to look at the decapitated head of the god, raising their heads and uttering words of admiration.
sound.
One of the knights excitedly wanted to use a magic weapon to behead the decapitated man, but the sharp-eyed Taoist Fei Xuan stopped him in a hurry and slapped him on the head, scolding him.
In the slightly excited crowd, Pang Qing, the leader of the Yan family, looked silent.
He turned his back, his consciousness seemed to move, and then he turned around quickly, as if nothing happened.
This scene has not escaped the eyes and ears of those who are interested...
Mr. Gongyang calmed down, his eyes filled with sarcasm, and he and Wu Ming looked at each other in unison.
One has a sarcastic look, the other has an expressionless face.
…
"ah!!!"
It was silent for only a moment, and a scream suddenly broke through the sky.
Wu Ming hurriedly turned around, and a few miles away in the sea, a Yan family knight with a broken arm staggered on the escape light, his eyes full of shock and despair as if he had seen a ghost in the day.
"Me! Here..."
The roar of the Yan family knights started in panic, but then stopped suddenly.
Before he could speak, his body exploded into a huge blood flower, and his stumps and severed head were fanned high into the sky with great force, and fell in all directions, like a handful of blood-colored rain.
"Hey, hey hey haha~"
The sneaky and cold laughter disappeared in a flash, and an arm covered with white hair was jerked back, and then fell into the dark sea water.
"This is……"
Wu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank.
——
——
Hundreds of miles away.
It looks like a bull's head, standing bare and alone on a cliff above the sea.
The handsome monk with white eyebrows and a lotus robe lowered his eyes. He stared motionless at the dark sea below him, as if he was sleeping or sitting in meditation.
Next to him squatted an old sheep with four hooves like snow and black fur. The old sheep was lazily gnawing on the bare stone cliff. There was nothing there, but its mouth was moving vigorously, as if it was eating fresh grass.
When the death cry of the Yan family knight rang out, the monk with his head lowered suddenly frowned and looked up.
He got up.
Then he patted the sheep's head and laughed.
The monk's eyes were full of satisfaction. He licked the corners of his lips, and after a brief thought, he led the old sheep and slowly jumped into the seabed.
Bang——
The figures of one person and one sheep were quickly swallowed up by the sea water. In this black sea, it was like throwing two insignificant stones, without causing any movement like a turbulent wave.
