Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Five: The Secret Book of Heaven
Seeing that Linghu Heng was already immersed in research, Xiong Heng said with a smile: "Boy, this 'Wordless Heavenly Book' has been in the hands of the Holy Sect Masters in the past generations. I don't know how many methods have been tried, but no writing appears. No matter it is
Soaking in water, burning in fire, hiding... Various methods were tried dozens of times, if not a hundred. Over time, everyone became disappointed with it."
Linghu Heng knew that Xiong Heng was telling the truth, but he was still unwilling to give in. He frowned and said, "Isn't there any hint?"
Xiong Heng thought for a while and said: "The Holy Lord said back then that he would wait for someone with a destiny. However, after so many years, the person with a destiny has never appeared. It seems that there will be no more in the future."
When Linghu Heng heard this, he frowned and glanced at the bamboo slips. This bamboo slips were not as simple as most bamboo slips, but were made very delicately. There were almost no gaps between the bamboo pieces.
It is pierced with gold thread. The whole roll of bamboo slips is spread out and is as flat as paper. It looks simple and luxurious. It is something extraordinary at first glance.
Linghu Hengxin said: "Is the hope just dashed? I left it for the destined person. Am I not the destined person? Is this really the only thing left by the Demon Lord? How will the Demon Lord, who has cultivated the heavens, deal with hell if he doesn't stay?
The King’s moves? Is it true that no one can defeat the King of Hell?..."
Linghu Heng had too many thoughts in his mind, and his mind was spinning for a while, and he didn't know where to sort it out. Xiong Heng saw that he fell into silence again, knowing that he was thinking, sighed, and was about to turn around and leave.
There are still many things in the door that require his own hands-on work, so there is no time to waste with him here.
Seeing that Xiong Heng was about to leave, Linglong quickly said: "Master Xiong, please stay."
Xiong Heng stopped and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
Linglong thought about her words and then said slowly: "I wonder where Xiao Li's bones are buried? Linglong wants to pay homage to him. At least he has been kind to me in raising me."
Xiong Heng nodded and said: "That kid Xiao Li is a tycoon, but it's a pity that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. I think he is a person, so I buried him in the back mountain. By the way, I also want to ask you about the fate of the people who came down from the heaven.
What's going on? Why does this kid feel like he's facing a powerful enemy?"
Linglong saw that Linghu Heng had no time to pay attention to worldly affairs for the time being, so she walked to the back mountain with Xiong Heng, an old man and a young man. Linglong told the story about the Hell King. Xiong Heng's eyelids jumped when he heard that he had lived for so many years.
, I have never seen such a strange thing. Although it is a bit unbelievable, if you think about it carefully, it is so perfect that the whole thing is so perfect that there is nothing you can do about it.
Xiong Heng sighed: "It turns out to be the King of Hell, no wonder that boy is so impatient. But how can the Demon Lord be more powerful than Pangu? Even the Demon Lord can only seal a person, so what can the boy not do?"
Linglong was silent for a while after hearing this. She also knew that if the King of Hell was allowed to fully recover his strength, let alone Tianyu Continent, there would be few opponents in the Three Realms. Who would be able to check and balance the King of Hell?
In the "Holy King's Pavilion", Linghu Heng thought hard, but could not think of any way to solve the riddle left by the devil. As a last resort, Linghu Heng decided to try his luck with the strange eyes.
As soon as the special pupils were opened, the bamboo slips were clearly visible in Linghu Heng's eyes, with nothing hidden. As careful as he was, he really found a clue: on the surface of the bamboo slips, there was a faint trace of yin fire burning.
Traces. Linghu Hengxin asked: "Could this be the sinister fire burning used by the Demon Sect masters in the past generations to find out the secrets of the bamboo slips, hoping to reveal the writing?"
Then I thought about it and thought it was impossible. The people in the Demon Sect regarded this bamboo slip as a holy object, so how could they be willing to burn it with Yin fire? Here we need to explain the concepts of Yin fire and Yang fire. Yang fire refers to the three flavors.
True fire, Lihuo and other raging flames, the open fires used in the world are also Yang fire, and wherever there is Yang in the world, there must be Yin. If Yang does not arise, Yin does not grow. Therefore, there is Yin fire, which refers to the underworld fire, karma
Fire and other flames.
Linghu Heng was overjoyed: "So the truth is here!" He also knew some fire-driving skills, but what he practiced was the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth, but he could only drive open fire.
Without further ado, Linghu Heng immediately chanted the Fire Expelling Art, and a bright flame rose from the palm of his hand. Linghu Heng was afraid that the bamboo slips would be burned all at once, and there would be no place to cry. He could only slowly control the temperature and start burning.
Bamboo slips. Strangely enough, no matter how high the temperature is, the bamboo slips can still emit a burst of cyan energy, which can offset the temperature of the open fire.
Linghu Hengxin said: "If there is no abnormality, how can it be called a holy object? I guess this is also the reason why the master of the Demon Sect cannot find the secret. It is because they don't use Yang fire, but Yin fire!"
He did not dare to neglect, opened his special pupils, and carefully observed the changes in the bamboo slips. Sure enough, as the temperature gradually increased, some images of ghostly symbols gradually appeared on the bamboo slips. It was like ink was splashed on the bamboo slips irregularly, which made the bamboo slips look strange.
Hu Heng didn't know why, so he had no choice but to continue burning.
For a moment, spiritual energy surged in the "Shengjun Pavilion" and there was a loud noise. The disciples who were guarding were ordered not to go in and disturb Linghu Heng. However, they heard strange movements, so they rushed in anyway, fearing that Linghu Heng would destroy the "Shengjun Pavilion".
"The sacred object within.
As soon as they entered, they were startled by the dense air in the house. It turned out that while the bamboo slips offset the open flame used by Linghu Heng, they also produced streams of white air. Over time, the white air had already filled the small area.
Only when the "Sacred King's Pavilion" was surrounded did the guarding disciples see the scene.
The two nursing disciples looked at each other. They had never seen such a situation before. They wanted to stop, but they were hesitant about Xiong Heng's instructions. The two conspired in a low voice before slowly retreating and closing the door.
In their opinion, although the holy objects were precious, Xiong Heng's words were even more precise, which angered Xiong Heng and they were afraid that they would not be able to eat them and carry them around. In view of this, they would not interfere with anything Linghu Heng did.
As long as the house is not demolished it will be fine.
It was their irresponsibility that benefited Linghu Heng a lot. He was in the critical period of enlightenment, and if he was disturbed by two demon disciples with low cultivation level, he would really beat them to death.
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So, what changes happened to the bamboo slips that caused Linghu Heng to fall into a state of enlightenment? It turned out that under the constant burning of the open fire, the ghostly symbols on the bamboo slips actually became more and more strange. First, the black color became thicker and thicker, and then gradually became
After a while, it became clear to black and white. Linghu Heng took a look: Ha, isn't this the Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram?
Linghu Heng seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart: Wuji gave birth to Tai Chi, Tai Chi gave birth to two rituals, two rituals gave birth to four images, four images gave birth to Bagua, Bagua evolved into sixty-four hexagrams, and sixty-four hexagrams evolved into all things in the world. Isn’t this consistent with the bamboo slips?
Is it the principle of the diagram? A lonely yin cannot grow, a lonely yang cannot arise. Everything with yin must have yang, and if there is a cause, there must be an effect. Therefore, the king of hell is not invincible!
At this moment, Linghu Heng suddenly felt a hundred times more confident! (To be continued)