Chapter 61: Mountain of Books and Sea of Books (Single)
Chen Yu once heard that four of the four halls and six halls are located on Wuwei Peak. It is said that this peak is the most unique and is not among the twenty-eight mountains.
As for the six halls, they are distributed on different mountain peaks. They were built when each mountain was the main line. During this period, large halls and halls were successively renovated on other mountain tops. However, due to various reasons, they were not passed down. Later, perhaps
Seeing that the cost was too wasteful, the construction work gradually stopped.
Today's four halls and six halls are more of a witness to the long history and to commemorate.
He looked from a distance and saw the scent of incense. Instead of visiting these palaces, he went straight to the Demon Suppressing Peak.
He was more interested in the pavilion in front of him than the four halls and six halls, which were more commemorative than practical.
Luyun Pavilion is as famous as Jingming Pavilion and Dingzhen Pavilion, and they are all places where scriptures are stored in Zhenwu Mountain.
He has a great reputation among the people, saying, "One hundred thousand books, big and small, all of them are genuine." This has attracted the covetous eyes of many good people, who want to steal one or two copies and bring them to the mountain to become famous.
Among the twenty-eight mountains of Zhenwu, the three mountains of Zhenmo, Dangmo and Qingzheng each have a scripture collection attic. The books hidden in each place are different. However, Chen Yu doesn't know the details of it, but it does not prevent him from going in and viewing.
After all, no matter what kind of book collection he has, if you look at the six-story building, not just 100,000 volumes, but 300,000 to 50,000 should be enough to meet his needs in the near future.
Covered in a dense green light, he strode forward with Taoist people coming and going from time to time on both sides. He turned a blind eye to Chen Yu who fell from the sky and just talked to himself.
Unlike the Qiluo Temple in Jingya County, Zhenwu Mountain is more grand. The pavilion with thousands of books does not have a stone door with a golden lock. There is only a hastily built small platform in the spacious space six steps inside, with a Taoist priest sitting behind it.
, wearing a jade crown on his head, with his black hair tied behind his head, was holding a blue-sealed book and reading it with gusto.
He followed the two of them inside, his eyes passing over each other, and then back again.
He is not a reclusive expert, and the flow of energy is a bit stagnant. I estimate that he has only reached a small level of strength.
"I've met Senior Brother Yue Zhong."
The middle-aged Taoist came to his senses and nodded in agreement.
The two Taoists bowed their heads, then rustled out a small wooden coffin and handed it to each other.
Chen Yu glanced at it, but there was a book title written on it, and there were dozens and dozens of them. He stopped looking at it, crossed the small platform and walked in with the three of them.
On the other side, the wooden coffins of the two people were put in after inspection. Before leaving, Senior Brother Yue Zhong gave a few words as usual, regarding the time for returning the books and that the original books should not be damaged.
At the same time, Chen Yu had already begun to browse the situation in the pavilion one by one.
There are no fewer than twenty bookshelves lined up on each side, which are five feet wide and more than two feet high. The grids on the bookshelves are filled with piles of books of varying thickness, like mountains of undulating books.
The skylight opens, illuminating the interior magnificently and brightly.
With a twitch in his eyebrows, he looked from the outside to the inside, passing through the outer bookshelves one by one. When he went to the innermost place, he saw some solid wooden boxes sealed on top and placed in the grid.
The spirit penetrated into it, and a book with yellow wrinkles and missing corners appeared in my mind.
Ancient books? Original?
There is no need for too much analysis. The words on the cover that have been eroded and blurred by time are constantly shaking. The next moment, they seem to be re-outlined and written. The book that is fed back to the consciousness gradually sheds its staleness and becomes brand new.
With the blessing of mental power and perception, even the smallest traces can be captured by him, bridged, and instinctively perfected and restored.
Looking at it now, I already know the title of the book:
"Jin Kui Six Acupuncture Technique"
Chen Yu's eyes flickered. This was a medical book he had heard of. He heard that it recorded the method of acupuncture. Now it seems that there is more than that. There is also an acupuncture map, which records a total of two thousand acupoints. Although among them
In his opinion, many acupuncture points were labeled with errors, but they were not comparable to Qihuang's book. What's more, the book also contained methods for identifying acupuncture points, prescriptions for nourishing the body, and acupuncture points.
I can't help but sigh, if the old Taoist Yu Qimeng could have known this medical book, maybe his path would have been smoother.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party had seen this wooden box when he was studying and traveling in Zhenwu Mountain, but the books inside were seriously damaged. Unless he had Chen Yu's ability, it would probably take several months to restore it.
While sighing, a light shone between his eyebrows, and he copied and recorded it.
Immediately after Qingyun appeared in his palm, he took out a few strands and wrapped them around his fingertips, stirred them twice, and threw them into the wooden box. The swirling mana was as sharp as a knife, cleaning out the silverfish between the paper and the wood.
The paper roll is nourished and can barely survive for a few more years.
After doing all this, he continued to move forward, his eyes flying around the building, constantly looking at the other books.
Among the three pavilions, Luyun Pavilion mainly houses the side door of books. Most of the Jingming Dharma scriptures representing the Qingwei Taoism are in Jingming Pavilion, while Dingzhen Pavilion contains many Taoist martial arts.
In the next few days, Chen Yu lived in Luyun Pavilion. The lower two floors of the six floors of the pavilion were mostly the more common ones among the left and right side doors. He did not dislike it and read through them one by one.
The understanding is already a hundred times beyond that of ordinary people.
A book with thousands of words can be imprinted in my mind, and I can remember it clearly and understand it clearly.
Chen Yu formed a bed of clouds, arranged the surroundings with the magic of phantom body and black soil space sense, and just immersed himself in the sea of books.
…
when!
when!
when!!
On the golden top, after three loud blasts, silhouettes of people were running across the mountain. There were old men in commoner clothes with tilted crowns, beautiful Kun Taoists in neat clothes, and groups of young Taoists who could not hide their excitement.
In addition to the four halls, six halls, twenty-eight mountains and the once-a-decade Zhenwu Competition, which are much talked about, there is another thing that also affects the minds of many Taoists in the mountain, and that is the small competition between the various veins in the mountain.
Pursue the subtle way of doing nothing, purify the Dharma body and eliminate thoughts.
Therefore, competitions in Zhenwu Mountain are not frequent, usually only once every two to three years. There are very few hands-on activities, and they mostly focus on discussing Taoism, discussing the meaning of Taoism and scriptures, and asking for advice and practicing the correct Dharma.
Even so, the pure cultivators in the mountains were miserable, Taoists were just human beings, and they had never cultivated to become immortals or gods, so the small competition and the big competition became one of the rare pleasures that could arouse the excitement of the entire mountain sect.
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"Bit?"
Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, feeling that he had arrived just in time.
After walking out of Luyun Pavilion, he looked around and reached out his hand to grasp the Taoist priests who were walking hurriedly around him with faces full of joy.
A handful of fresh human thoughts that were invisible to the naked eye fell from the Taoists' bodies and was rubbed in his palms.
Techniques. View of all things -
'It's time for the various competitions again. This time I don't know if Master Yuhua will step down from the Golden Summit. At that time, I will have to ask for advice on how to practice the art of protecting the Tao.'
'Xiao Bi! This problem has been bothering me for a long time. I can't understand the Taoist scriptures. The key is that the masters and others have gone down the mountain to practice. This time I just want to trouble the teachers from other mountains to clarify their doubts.'
'I'm so tired! It's only been a year, why do we have to compete again, that's all. I hope Junior Brother Yueshan won't keep chasing me for martial arts lessons like last year...'
"It's been a year. I wonder if Junior Sister Hai Jing from Mingyue Peak has returned to the mountain. I haven't seen her for some days."
Numerous and complicated thoughts flooded into his mind. Fortunately, compared with what he could carry, these many thoughts were like water dripping into a river, digested in an instant.
Chen Yu pondered for a moment, and then he grabbed a lot of ideas on the way down the mountain to Qingnan Peak for this competition. Thanks to this, he had a general understanding of the situation of this competition.
Starting a new competition in just one year?
In a flat paved square, Chen Yu sat quietly in the air. The clouds were soft and he was particularly eye-catching in the field. However, the people around him could not see him.
At this time, he was thinking about this slightly sudden small competition, because from the thoughts of the man on the stage who was obviously Master Zhenwushan, he captured some hidden meanings of the small competition.
'The world is about to be in chaos. Taoists must practice Taoism and must not be unfamiliar with the art of protecting the Tao. This small competition will focus on martial arts, which can be regarded as a reminder to all disciples.'
'Senior brother said that there are many disciples at the foot of the mountain, but he doesn't want to close the mountain. Alas, can we really continue to wait?'
The competition focuses on martial arts? Does Zhenwu have to close the mountain?
Chen Yu was surprised. The competition had remained unchanged for dozens of times before. This time, the content suddenly changed, even forcing some Zhenwu Mountain people to close the mountain. Has the situation become so bad?
He had some doubts, as he had only been up the mountain for less than five days. However, he had been living and dining in Luyun Pavilion before, immersed in the mountains of books, and didn't know much about the changes in the outside world.
But what really concerned him was another thought that flew from the top of the head of the old man.
'Zhengyangguan doesn't want to be beaten to death. If something happens, I don't know where Zhenwu will go...'