I sorted out all the clues. Seeing that my second brother was not talking, I stood up and said: Second brother, I just want to ask one question, is grandpa right or wrong?
I believe this question is something everyone is curious about. According to what the second brother said, everything Taoist Wang does seems to be for the common people of the world, because after all, the return of those so-called ancient gods is a big deal to this world.
A disaster.
The ancient gods are not gods, but a group of mysterious people.
But if I understand it this way, all my previous understandings of Taoist Wang will be overturned. No matter what means he uses or what he does, if a person achieves a great good purpose by doing great evil, he cannot be said to be a bad person.
But if Taoist Wang is a great sage who takes the world as his own responsibility, then what about my grandfather who has always been against him? On the opposite side of good, is it evil?
I don’t have much impression of my grandfather, because I was still young when he passed away. The most memory I have about him is the recent narration by my second brother. Only then did I realize that this was also a story for our Zhao family, especially me, a so-called poor person.
A person who deserves to be born has spent a lot of effort and is still scheming for me even after he dies.
Is this old man evil?
At this point, we have to talk about our father Zhao Jianguo. He is also evil?
What’s more, are we also evil?
The second brother hadn't answered me yet, but I had already given myself the answer. In this world, there is no real good or evil or purpose, only my own purpose. I stood up, packed my equipment silently, and smiled at them: We all have the answer.
Got it, let's go, the greatest mystery of all time and countless treasures are waiting for us ahead.
The four of us, like four idiots going to whoring for the first time, put our arms around each other's shoulders and strode forward, as if the road ahead was a dead end from which there would be no turning back.
Suddenly, I remembered a song that Uncle Wu sang when I first met him. Only after experiencing it, can I truly understand the vicissitudes of it.
No matter how much time it takes, we can all laugh about it.
If you are a chess player, how can you know that you are also a chess player and you are a chess player for others?
I gritted my teeth and told myself that no matter how many people were paying attention and trying to influence my destiny, I would hold myself tightly in my own hands, just for the people I love and the people who love me.
We didn't walk for too long on the road ahead, when we came across a stone gate with densely carved small characters. The second brother said: Xiao Sanliang, do you understand?
I put on white gloves, not because I was afraid of destroying cultural relics, but because I was afraid of being poisoned on top of the stone gate. Moreover, underground, anything could happen, so I had to be on guard. When I read the words, I thought, there is no shame this time.
, although I can't decipher all the contents, but it is like English reading comprehension. I know what I know and what I don't know. Even a blind guess can tell. I wiped off the dust on it, took a pen and paper,
Start reading the content above.
The font is not big, but it is densely packed with words. It looks very difficult. The three of them lit the light for me, and the light flashed wherever I looked. For a moment, I seemed to be the protagonist on the stage.
This gave me so much motivation to do things that I almost started humming a tune. The writing was Daqin Xiaozhuan, but after I really understood it, I found that there was nothing worthy of in-depth study.
Like the epitaphs of countless people, it tells the life of the First Emperor. If there is anything special about the words in it, it is here that it finally officially tells the story of the construction of the First Emperor's tomb, and it also truly tells us
The so-called Mausoleum of Emperor Qin in Lishan Mountain is a tomb.
The tomb alone took countless years to build, which further illustrates that the purpose of Qin Shihuang's life was not while he was still alive. I can't help but think, maybe when he unified the world, Qin Shihuang was actually idle and miserable? Or maybe
You say you are addicted to fighting. When you are truly invincible, you start looking for excitement?
The location of the real tomb mentioned above allowed me to know where I was after entering the place after I was in a coma. From the words alone, I can imagine the vastness of this project.
The people were mobilized to cut off the river, cut the wall into a mausoleum, fill it with gold and stone to seal it, and then discharge the flood, so that the imperial mausoleum was hidden in the river.
I was shocked. It wasn't these words or this project that reminded me of the giant dragon I saw when I was on the mountain overlooking the landscape of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.
Feng Shui's geological conditions transform into dragons, which hide the wind and gather Qi. This is the pinnacle of Feng Shui.
What about the dragon entering the water?
This is the real momentum that can make a dragon soar above the nine heavens. The landform of a dragon on land is already at its peak. If this dragon enters the water, it cannot be buried again!