After receiving the "Kaiyuan Dao Zang" from Gou Xin's family, which records the records of Taoist celebrities and immortals, Ye Tian put it aside and took out another book from the box to check it out.
But after a moment, Ye Tian's face showed a look of disappointment, because this book was about Taoist scriptures about pharmacological treatment of diseases, and it had nothing to do with cultivation.
"Ye Tian, this is Gong Guan Shan Zhi."
"What I am doing is a ritual of worship and praise. There is no way to practice it."
The news given by Nan Huaijin and Zuo Jiajun made Ye Tian's heart sink. He originally hoped to find a glimmer of hope in these Taoist scriptures, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
"Ye Tian, these copies of "Kaiyuan Dao Zang" are indeed out-of-print single copies. Although they don't have any cultivation techniques, they are extremely precious. You should keep them well."
Gou Xinjia saw Ye Tian's thoughts, and then comforted him: "In the deep mountains and rivers in China, there may be some masters and strangers living in seclusion. You are still young and have plenty of opportunities. Don't be depressed."
If what Nan Huaijin said is true, there really are masters in this world who have reached the realm of refining gods and returning to the void. However, whether they can be met by Ye Tian depends on Ye Tian's luck.
"Senior Brother, I'm fine. Just keep these books."
Ye Tian shook his head and suddenly saw the Taoist volume at hand that recorded the genealogy of immortals. He immediately said: "I will keep this book for a look. Those immortals in ancient times may not all be based on groundless knowledge."
"Okay, you can keep that copy first." Gou Xinjia stood up and said with a smile, "Ye Tian, let's go eat first. I can smell the aroma of rice."
Since Ye Tian's house is not suitable for outsiders to come in and out, the daily cooking falls on Song Weilan, his wife and Yu Qingya.
Fortunately, the facilities in this villa are all modern. Ye Dongping can cook food for several people by himself, but two women who usually don't do housework can only help him.
Bai was overjoyed, but Ye Tian said that it was a lie. After eating a few mouthfuls of food, he returned to his room.
Although his body was gradually recovering, his true energy was completely gone, and he had no Yang Shen practice. Ye Tian's heart was always empty, as if something was missing.
"Ye Tian, what's wrong? Didn't you get what you wanted?"
Seeing Ye Tian sitting on the balcony, looking through the old old book in his hand, Yu Qingya walked up behind Ye Tian and gently massaged his head.
"Oh, I am lucky to have gained it, but I have lost my life..."
Ye Tian sighed and said: "It seems that God was too kind to Ye in the past twenty years, but now he is unlucky. Born in the secular world, you can't escape the three realms and five elements!"
Ye Tian followed Li Shanyuan to practice Taoism when he was five years old, and inherited his ancestor's techniques when he was twelve years old. For more than ten years, everything has been going smoothly. Even if he helped his master change his destiny against heaven, he did not damage his roots.
But this trip to the United States was a narrow escape, and in the end the Dantian was destroyed.
Although his mental power has greatly improved and he has formed a soul, there is no corresponding technique, which makes Ye Tian feel like a mouse is biting an egg... and he has no way to start cultivating the soul.
After these days of cultivation, Ye Tian can feel that although Yuan Shen has some wonderful functions and can nourish the body, it cannot form Gang Qi like Zhen Qi, nor can it be released to kill the enemy.
In other words, even if Ye Tian's injuries are all healed, he will never regain his previous skills. At most, he will have some spiritual powers and better physical fitness than ordinary people.
This made Ye Tian feel a sense of crisis in his heart. You know, he had many enemies.
From Japan's Miyamoto family to Thailand's national master Thaksin Sawang Susi, as well as those people from the black market boxing organization, there may be someone who secretly kills him. Ye Tian misses him in this world.
There are definitely not a few people who died.
"Ye Tian, as long as you can live a peaceful life, that's better than anything else!"
Yu Qingya walked up to Ye Tian, squatted down, and buried her head in Ye Tian's arms. Her mood was also very complicated. She didn't want to see her husband mediocre, but at the same time she was worried about Ye Tian. This kind of life was not easy.
Ye Tian laughed when he heard the words, hooked Yu Qingya's chin with his hand, and said: "Silly girl, how can I protect you and our future son if you have no ability?"
"It's so bad, it's broad daylight." Yu Qingya saw a hint of lust in Ye Tian's eyes, and she immediately panicked, but her body also reacted.
"Just be bad, my wife, I want to die!"
Ye Tian's big hand touched Yu Qingya's collar, and a cry suddenly sounded in his arms. Yu Qingya's body was as soft as dough, and her face was full of blush.
Standing up and gently picking up the person in his arms, Ye Tian walked into the room and pulled up the curtains.
Knowing that Ye Tian's spinal injury was not completely healed, Yu Qingya also gave up her shyness and changed into a position that Ye Tian had never enjoyed before. For a time, the room was filled with spring scenery, and gasps and moans continued to be heard. After a long time, inside the house
The voice just calmed down.
"This waist is really disappointing."
Looking at his wife who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, Ye Tian helplessly lowered her waist. For fear of missing the spine, Ye Tian had not dared to exert force just now.
During this period, Yu Qingya was frightened and mentally exhausted. Feeling her husband's breath, she slowly fell asleep.
Ye Tian was just the opposite of Yu Qingya. He was only physically injured, but his mental power was extremely strong. He didn't feel sleepy at all after Yun Yu.
Looking at his sleeping wife, Ye Tian gently got out of bed, grabbed a bath towel, sat on the balcony, and picked up the "Kaiyuan Taoist Canon".
"The country of Black Teeth is in the north, and the people are black. They eat rice and eat snakes. One of them is red and the other is green. One is said to be in the north of Shuhai. The people are black-headed. They eat rice and make snakes. One of the snakes is red."
Looking at the records in the "Kaiyuan Dao Zang", Ye Tian couldn't help but smile bitterly. These were exactly the same as some descriptions in the "Eastern Classic of Mountains and Seas". He really couldn't tell whether this was the "Dao Zang" or the "Shan Hai Jing".
However, there were still some things in this book that Ye Tian had never heard of, and there were pictures on it. He slowly read it in, and after a while, he turned to the last page.
"Well, why are there paintings on this cover?"
Just when Ye Tian was about to close the book, his consciousness suddenly fluctuated. There seemed to be some pattern on the cover of the last page of the "Kaiyuan Taoist Canon".
"Hey, why is it gone again?"
When Ye Tian looked intently, he found that the pattern he had just seen had disappeared again, and there was only this yellowed page in front of him.
"Weird, there are spiritual energy fluctuations in this book?"
Ye Tian wrapped up the entire book with his spiritual consciousness, and immediately discovered something strange. A wave of spiritual energy came from the book.
"Have you never heard that books also have magic weapons?"
When it comes to who has the largest number of magic weapons in today's world, Ye Tian definitely deserves to be ranked first, but even Ye Tian has never seen that book become a magic weapon.
You must know that the standard for a magic weapon is that it can accommodate the existence of spiritual energy, and use the spiritual energy to nourish the magic weapon, thereby producing some functions beyond ordinary people's imagination.
But this thin paper cannot be used as a container at all. Even if the eminent monk chants sutras and worships it all day long, it is impossible to do this.
After speculating for a long time, Ye Tian couldn't figure it out. He turned the book to the last page, and his spiritual consciousness came out to look at the blank screen.
"There really is something!" Ye Tian felt a burst of surprise in his heart. When his consciousness touched the page of the book, a picture appeared in front of his eyes.
"Huh? Why did you disappear?"
When Ye Tian just saw the picture on the page clearly, a wave of waves passed through, and the page became empty, as if there had never been any picture.
But before Ye Tian could study it carefully, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, which was exactly the pattern on the book page just now.
"How is this done? Can spiritual consciousness be printed on this paper?"
Ye Tian seemed to understand somewhat. This pattern was condensed by other people's spiritual consciousness. When someone explores it with their spiritual consciousness, it will automatically disappear and appear in other people's spiritual consciousness.
This method of recording is simply unheard of by Ye Tian. What kind of method can he use to imprint his mark on this page for future generations to discover?
Ye Tian shook his head. The fact happened before his eyes. He couldn't help but not believe it. This made Ye Tian more and more curious about the content of the pattern.
"This should be a map, right?"
Looking carefully at the pattern in his mind, Ye Tian discovered that it should be a map of mountains and landforms, but in one place, there were two small characters written in seal characters.
"Market, what does this mean?"
Except for the earlier oracle bone inscriptions, which Ye Tian didn't recognize, Ye Tian was familiar with all the big and small seal scripts, but he knew these two words, but didn't know what they meant.
From the Chinese character, xu means ruins, which refers to a place where people have lived but are now abandoned.
Of course, "city" means market, but when these two words are linked together, Ye Tian is a little confused. Is it possible that there is still a market in a deserted place?
"Do you want to ask Senior Brother?"
This idea came to Ye Tian's mind, but he dismissed it immediately. This thing was too fantasy. If the senior brother and the others didn't believe it, it would just make them laugh.
"Let's first see if this map corresponds to China?" Ye Tian thought for a moment, got up and went back to his room, put on his clothes, and went downstairs to Tang Wenyuan's room.
"Ye Tian, how are you doing? Are those books useful to you?" Seeing Ye Tian's visit, Tang Wenyuan was a little surprised. He had lived here for more than a month, and Ye Tian rarely came to his room.
"It's not very useful, Old Tang. I'm looking for you for something else." Ye Tian shook his head and said, "Can you get someone to send you a map of China's mountains and rivers?"
