Chapter 331 The Ladder of Immortals and the Man in the Attic
The Sutra Pavilion is just a wooden attic that is not tall.
Except for the area it is located in, it seems quite quiet and is no different from other buildings.
In the current era of increasingly popular electronic reading, thin paper made of many fibers seems to have gradually disappeared.
Only the yellowed pages of the book silently interpret stories belonging to the past in tranquility.
"Squeak...ah..."
It seemed that the bearings were a little jerky. When Yi Chun pushed open the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the wooden door made a tooth-grinding sharp sound.
Perhaps it was not well ventilated, but when Yi Chun walked in, he could smell a strong smell of paper and ink.
Books have a flavor, especially when their numbers are stacked up.
Usually, there are special Taoists responsible for cleaning up here.
But when Yi Chun came, he didn't see any other Taoists there.
Yi Chun stared thoughtfully at the wooden plaque hanging in the middle of the hall on the first floor.
He vaguely smelled an obscure scent from above.
However, Yi Chun did not delve into it further.
The foundation of this world's unique extraordinary civilization is not much shallower than that of other, perhaps larger, worlds.
However, now it seems that due to some reasons in the past, it has become fragmented.
This may be a good thing for ordinary things.
As someone who has experienced several extraordinary world wars, Yi Chun feels this way.
Compared to the age of science and technology, the shock of artillery fire plowing the ground.
The war in the extraordinary world may not be more glorious and magnificent than that.
But sometimes, it can be more cruel, bloody and sinister.
Especially for civilians who have no power to resist.
One evil sacrifice may cause tens of thousands of creatures to die silently.
Of course, these differences sometimes intersect and overlap.
Strength is by no means the dominant factor, but under normal circumstances it can serve as a solid guarantee of stability and freedom.
On the top floor...?
Yi Chun looked around and found that there were a large number of books placed on the first floor of the entire Sutra Pavilion.
The covers of some books had some words written in scrawled handwriting, which Yi Chun couldn't quite understand.
In a sense, this can be regarded as a formal encryption method.
On the east side of the hall, Yi Chun found an upward wooden staircase.
The stairs were not very spacious, and the loud sound Yi Chun made when stepping on them always made him have the urge to transform into a moon owl and fly up.
However, it may be due to the influence of the dense images posted on the walls on both sides of the stairs, or some other reasons.
In short, Yi Chun still tried his best to maintain his human form.
It is worth mentioning that the images on the walls of the stairs on both sides are very distinctive.
When Yi Chun saw some huge figures that exuded a terrifying aura, he thought they were descriptions of some giant Western monsters.
But soon, Yi Chun understood their identities from the detailed descriptions full of oriental characteristics.
Door god?
Or the Four Heavenly Kings?
Yi Chun's footsteps paused momentarily.
His myths and legends about this world are limited to some of the books and remnants currently circulating, as well as videos that tourists occasionally watch.
Moreover, Yi Chun did not read the books in detail.
No matter which world you are in, you can analyze the historical truth from the lengthy and mixed myths and legends.
It is an extremely complicated matter and requires sufficient professional skills.
Therefore, Yi Chun's related concepts have nothing to do with ordinary people.
In his impression, the immortals and gods related to this land always have kind-hearted faces, or they may suddenly appear in the book with ugly faces that belong to mortal beings caught up in strong desires.
Full of ethics and entanglements in the human form, it seems that there is absolutely no coldness that is above all things and controls the fate of thousands of creatures.
Now it seems that his understanding is somewhat biased.
Yi Chun looked at the portrait of the giant god who looked like a demon.
This may be closer to the image of this real giant god.
The scene truly depicted by the text is obviously distorted by the cognitive differences related to mortal things.
It's interesting...
Yi Chun moved his eyes away from the oppressive image of the giant god.
He found that the walls on both sides of the staircase were covered with dense paintings of gods.
There were giant gods like the ones he had seen before, and there were also some images of benevolent gods and gods in his impression.
And as Yi Chun moved, when he was about to reach the top floor.
He saw a picture of a monkey...
"Is this the one?"
As a very representative mythical and legendary figure in this world, Yi Chun naturally knows about this monkey who wants to be equal to the sky.
When Yi Chun reads these myths and legends, he is more inclined to read fairy tales that give him a sense of recognition.
The true king he incarnates is one person, and this monkey is another person.
Yi Chun looked at the portrait of a monkey in front of him, even though he was sitting on the Buddhist altar and wearing a cassock, but his face still showed a hint of unruly monkey.
You can imagine how wanton and arrogant it looked before it put on this cassock.
Yi Chun looked at this painting for a long time.
Finally, he headed to the top floor.
At this time, Yi Chun found that there seemed to be a person sitting there already.
From the angle where Yi Chun came up, he could only see his back.
That should be a Taoist priest, maybe the Taoist priest in charge of cleaning the library that he hadn't seen before?
Yi Chun glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.
Then, Yi Chun began to look around the entire attic, looking for books on mediating fortune.
Perhaps because of the reason of taking his exam, the Taoist priest did not teach him personally, and he only vaguely mentioned the location of the books on the top floor of the library.
And when Yi Chun began to search for books seriously, he discovered a problem:
Although the entire top floor seems to be filled with books.
But as if he was suffering from myopia, the books with clearly written text became blurry.
He knew there were words written on it, but he couldn't see clearly what was written on it.
Illusion? Formation?
Or is it some other curse?
Yi Chun concentrated his attention and circulated the magic power in his body.
But it feels like it's running smoothly, without even the slightest feeling of sluggishness.
"For a long time……"
Suddenly, the man who was sitting cross-legged in the pile of books spoke.
His voice was a little strange, as if there was some inexplicable sharpness in it.
Yi Chun stared at him and did nothing else.
"I still remember that before this, someone with the same surname as me came here on the trail."
The man slowly shook his body, as if he hadn't moved for a long time.
Even that kind of activity reveals a bit of rustiness.
Then, he slowly turned around.
In the dark environment on the top floor, Yi Chun saw two flashes of golden light...
"Oh it's you……"
The man stared at Yi Chun for a long time, then suddenly smiled...
