Chapter 67: The sages recite the incense in the book
In the handsome tent.
Buji concentrated on sorting out some bamboo slips and scrolls.
He is more than thirty years old, in the prime of life, but his figure is slightly thin. His hair is high and curled with a grass hairpin, and the traces of time remain in the corners of his eyes, turning into some small wrinkles.
The gongs and drums at Sishui Pass sounded in unison, and the shouts of death shook the sky.
The two golden immortals were so majestic that the sky and the earth fell apart in a snap, and the terrifying aura spread along the battlefield for hundreds of miles.
Even though we are far away from the camp in Xiqi, we can still feel the pressure of the roaring mountains and tsunami.
The soldiers responsible for guarding were gathering in the corner anxiously, looking anxiously at the battlefield.
Looking at the terrified people outside, Wu Ji smiled and shook his head.
In his heart, the teacher was strategizing and resourceful, turning the tide in several battles. Even if there was a plague, he could get the help of the Emperor of the Earth, making Xiqi turn the corner and gradually grow from a small place to a behemoth that shook Chaoge. What's more, this time tens of thousands of immortals gather together, there are many venerables, and there are four saints to help, victory is just a matter of time.
Wu Ji stacked the thick bamboo slips, feeling the aura that kept coming, and yearning for it. "The powerful people coming to Xiqi this time are like the crucian carp crossing the river. This battle must be extremely exciting, but it's a pity that I just
When I started to practice, it was difficult to resist the pressure of the immortals. It was a pity that I couldn't go to the battlefield to observe. However, I still took care of the teacher's tent and did my best."
Thinking of this, Buji called in two soldiers to help him carry the bamboo slips and clean the desk.
"Oops."
Suddenly, the soldier arranging the bamboo slips jumped up screaming as if his foot had been stepped on.
He seemed to have seen a snake or scorpion in the pile of bamboo slips, so he pushed all the bamboo slips to the ground and retreated to Wuji's side in fear.
"General, there's something dirty in there."
The soldier swallowed in fear and pointed at the bamboo slips scattered on the ground. Sure enough, bursts of red smoke came out from them, frightening him so much that he quickly hid behind Buji and said in a stuttering voice. p>
"General, this bamboo slip has become a spirit."
After seeing the red smoke, Wu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the soldier out from behind, dumbfounded. "Hahaha, Ma San, these red smoke are not evil spirits, but the fragrance of books."
"The fragrance of books, what is that?" Ma San looked at the steaming red smoke and asked in confusion.
"The fragrance of books is a phenomenon naturally formed when scrolls and bamboo slips are read and recited by others. It is like the rainbow after the rain, the clouds and mist on the horizon, and the red glow in the morning. It is not a terrifying monster that eats people."
Wu Ji walked over and picked up the scattered bamboo slips one by one, carefully cleaning up the dust and soil.
"Yes, but the elders in the family have said that the fragrance of books is like white jade, like milk, not this kind of red."
Seeing the curious look on Ma San's face, Wu Ji couldn't help but laugh. He patted the other party's shoulder and said gently.
"Books, bamboo slips, albums, or records engraved on rocks, or poems engraved on desks, as long as there are living beings reading them day and night, the fragrance of books will appear over time, which is these ethereal smoke. This batch of "Picture Scrolls" is
The teacher brought this unique book from the Kunlun Mountains, and the king often stayed up late at night to read it. Naturally, it was tainted with the aura of the royal family, and evolved into the red date scholarly fragrance unique to the royal family."
"Far back in Chaoge, children from rich families often said: When visiting the White Wall Scholarly Society, they would often see Zhu Lan blocking the tomb door. It was used to mock the poor scholars who had no money to buy classics. The white jade inside was the Baili scholarly fragrance unique to scholars, which is in line with
What the elders in your family say is like white jade, like milk."
"In addition, there is the redbud book fragrance of the demon tribe, the yellow apricot book fragrance of the sages, the green tea book fragrance of the immortals, the blue olive book fragrance of the water tribe... Depending on the racial identity, the colors will also change accordingly."
"The fragrance of books is harmless. After it evolves, it will automatically adhere to the scrolls and turn into steaming smoke. As time goes by, it can also turn into flowers, fish, insects, birds and beasts, just like the ferocious beasts the king once saw in the scrolls.
The red tiger, looking up to the sky and roaring, is the fragrance of red dates in The Art of War, a vision of change after experiencing bloodshed on the battlefield.
With the help of this thing, when you recite, you will feel the fragrance on your lips and teeth, and feel happy in your heart. How about you give it a try?"
Wu Ji handed the bamboo slips, which exuded the fragrance of red dates and books, to Ma San, who waved his hands repeatedly and said with some shame.
"General, please forgive me, I am not literate. I'm afraid I won't be able to recite such a good thing."
"It's okay, just take a look and talk." Wu Ji directly stuffed the bamboo slips into Ma San's arms and said silently in his heart.
"Old friend, you are cowardly by nature and as timid as a mouse. When the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is broken and you attack Chaoge with the army, you may not be able to come back alive. These red dates and books bring the ambition of the royal family and can help you to be brave in a short time and survive a hundred battles.
Consider it my repayment for serving you for many years."
Ma San took the bamboo slip and opened it carefully. The smell of books suddenly hit his face. At the same time, he couldn't help but read the written records on it.
"Pangu's legacy, a sea of poisonous blood, six-winged strange beasts fluttering their wings..."
Ma San's eyes widened and his speaking speed gradually increased, his face filled with joy and surprise.
He didn't recognize these words, but he could read them clearly and standardly, as if a power appeared in his heart out of thin air, bursting out with an ambition he had never had before.
"General!" After Ma San finished reading the scroll, his face was red and he shouted in disbelief.
"This thing is really amazing. Even people who don't know how to read can read it, and the content can be deeply imprinted in the heart, making it unforgettable. Unfortunately, the scholarly atmosphere is actually a lot thinner."
"Haha, this is the work of the sage Cangjie. During the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, he created the word Tao. In order to ensure that the fire of civilization of the human race will never be extinguished, he injected unruly people with magical powers into the blood of the human race. This method echoes the fragrance of thousands of books in the world.
The strategy of allowing human beings to read freely and with the aroma of books will serve as the foundation for our Spark inheritance."
"What you just recited is not a record, but the fragrance of the book. After it is consumed, it will exist in your heart and can protect you from wind and waves on the road to defeating Zhou, and be invincible."
"That's it." Ma San exclaimed, shocked by the feat of ancestor Cangjie in creating this method.
Wu Ji set up the desk and walked outside, carefully warning, "The terrain of Sishui Pass is cold and cold, and the bamboo slips are a little damp. Please take them out and put them outside to dry. Otherwise, the handwriting will be corroded by water stains, and the fragrance of red dates and books will also be lost."
Then it dissipated."
"Young man, I obey." Ma San nodded repeatedly and said to the other soldier.
"Qu Ning, come here to help."
"Here we go." The young soldier who was always busy beside him hurriedly came over and helped Ma San organize the bamboo slips.
Suddenly, Ma San frowned and said to Wu Ji: "General, this bamboo slip seems to be missing a scroll."
"What?" Wu Ji stopped, turned around and asked, "Which volume is it?"
As soon as he said this, he realized that Ma San was not literate.
Just as Wu Ji was about to go over to search, the young soldier named Qu Ning stood up and said softly.
"The report to the general is the "Fujia Zhuyan Juan"."