Tang Sanbian, who was dressed in disguise, packed his luggage and was about to go out, but the scripture in his arms fell lightly. After falling on the ground, the pages continued to turn automatically without wind.
The sound of flipping was endless, and the unintelligible voices seemed to be trying their best to piece together sentences. However, these sentences were messy, and there were no intelligible sentences. The low-pitched chants of men and women kept coming out of the book.
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And the words and sentences in it also began to be reorganized amidst the chaos. The words and sentences were constantly reorganized as if they were kneeling down to welcome something, and the reorganization was also calling for something all the time.
Not long after, the cover of the scripture appeared with twisted writing that looked like a worm twisting its body - "Jialan Yitan".
It turned the pages of the book on its own, and the contents of the past scriptures were transformed into a story that seemed to be a chapter. The story presented on the first page was called "The Slaughter of the Dragon God".
Tang Sanzian just glanced at it, then closed "Jialan Yitan", stuffed it into his arms again, opened the door, and prepared to leave, but there was always a voice in his heart reminding him to finish reading the story.
, be sure to read it.
This is even more serious than being itchy, as if it is a necessary thing that cannot be lacked, just like a fish that cannot leave the water.
Just after opening the door, Tang Sanzong was sweating profusely from the resistance deep in his heart before he left.
He thought that even a lost traveler in the desert would not be as haggard as he is now. His skinny body seemed to have no moisture at all, as if he could be crushed into dry powder with just a gentle squeeze.
Everything in his eyes was changing, and shadows stood up from the ground, beating gongs and drums and singing unknown songs.
The trees in the courtyard are swaying in the wind, and their branches are fluttering, like a dancing girl twisting her body at a banquet, and like a whirlpool, twisting into an angle even more perverse than a twist.
twist, loosen, twist, loosen...
Each layer of movement contains an unwritten sentence. You can only hear the intonation and use onomatopoeia to guess its meaning.
It sounded like a human voice, but also like the sound made by a musical instrument, but I couldn't tell what kind of musical instrument could make such a strange human-like sound.
“kangroou···wanaaaaaa···dadada···”
Tang Sanzong just covered his head, and the door also had adhesions of flesh and blood. This adhesion was like a stunted lychee. It was only connected to the lychee shell. Even if it was torn apart, there would still be some
The pulp is sticky with the shell.
Then the flesh and blood secreted out lumps of white liquid, exuding an odorless and fragrant warm smell. He didn't know why he felt the concept of warmth from the smell, as if his senses were confused.
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The tough confrontation eventually resulted in unwilling compromise. When his thoughts were like this, the "Jialan Yitan" also appeared in his hands.
Unable to bear it, he opened the cover of the book, and the pages came to the first page. The whole book was like a giant mouth with a book shell, wantonly devouring some unspeakable but real things in his body.
substance.
But along with this devouring, the uncomfortable feeling of suffering seemed to be devoured along with it.
The story of "Dragon God's Slaughter" is written fluently but extremely cumbersome. The expressive words reveal the weirdness that is deeply hidden but can still be detected. Some sentences do not make sense, and some dialogues are cut off from beginning to end and jump around abruptly.
The donkey's words are completely different from the horse's words, but they can be connected with some other dialogues. Some unrelated descriptions often contain complicated and condescending language.
But even after reading it stumblingly, Tang Sanzong was still able to piece together a story about Chutang.
Yes, this story tells the story of the beginning of Dadang.
At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there was a famous minister named Wei Chen. This Wei Chen was a minister of Li Shiming, who was still a wise emperor at that time. One day, Li Shiming had a dream. After waking up from the dream, he was sweating profusely and fell asleep.
Wei Chen was summoned, and he and Wei Chen described in detail what they saw and heard in the dream.
Youdao is the eight rivers at the west end that surround Changxian. The eight rivers at the west end refer to the eight long rivers of Ba, Chan, Jing, Pou, Feng, Lao, Jing and Wei.
Relying on mountains and rivers, most residents on both sides of the Bashui River make a living by fishing and ferrying. Among them, the Jing River is adjacent to Changxian. There is also a strange folk legend about the Jing River.
That is to say, there are countless dragons living in the Eight Waters. Whenever it rains heavily at night, huge black shadows will appear in the water. These black shadows are thick, long and heavy, and every time they move forward, they will be constantly slapped.
The sound of water lapping on both sides of the bank can even drown out the sound of the rapid and intensive rain.
Sometimes the Bashui will stop flowing during drought periods, and some branches will expose the dry river bed, and a thick and indescribable track will appear on the river bed. The old people believe that this is the trace of the dragon traveling under the water.
Li Shiming's dream is related to the Eight Rivers, or in other words, to the dragon among the Eight Rivers.
In the dream, Li Shiming seemed to have left his physical body and gone to the body of a fisherman living near the Jing River. The side of himself as the emperor was blurred, but the side of himself as the fisherman gradually became clear.
He clearly knew how to fish, and he also knew clearly what the water quality of fishermen was, but what made him feel strange was that there seemed to be a strange statue enshrined in the fisherman's home.
This strange statue is about half the size of a human, or has the body of a seven or eight-year-old child. But judging from the proportions, when enlarged to the same proportion, it should be a plump human form of about three meters, with all four limbs, but
The head and neck cannot be found, but the scattered eyes, nostrils, and mouth can be found on this statue, but I am not sure whether they are its facial features.
The whole body of the statue has the texture of white mud, but it is hard and smooth, like fired white porcelain, but it also looks like layers of wax hills formed by dripping wax after burning candles. What is strange is that,
This layer of "hills" seems to be found from the river.
At that time, there was a severe drought, and the branch of the Jing River where the fishermen lived cut off its flow and exposed the river bed. In the river bed, they found groups of rag bag-like things that were not sure whether they were leather or silk. They were smooth and had a strange smell.
The fishermen said it was the slough of a dragon in the river due to its nauseating odor, and they could be protected by taking it home.
Maybe this is really skin sloughing, but as time goes by, the skin sloughing begins to gradually solidify, dry and harden, until it becomes what it is now.
Until it was worshiped as the dragon itself.
Although there is no severe drought now, fishermen are still struggling to make a living. After worshiping this statue, they put on their coir raincoats and bamboo hats, carried their fishing nets, and stepped into the dark and deep rainy night.
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