"I see……"

When Lao Li thought of Zhong Shenxiu's performance, he couldn't help but believe it: "On the trust of translation, Da, Ya... the master is indeed more than one step ahead of us, but the more you read such a great document, the more dangerous it is."

He tactfully advised him, and when he saw Zhong Shenxiu's expression was firm, he finally took him to a bookshelves.

"The classics here should be the contents of the guests, just be careful."

Old Li reminded him and watched silently from the side.

Even Zhong Shenxiu felt some inexplicable power, and was also peeking here and suppressing some evil things brought by the Secret Book itself.

This is the arrangement that Tingchao Pavilion must have made. Otherwise, there would have been a group of demons dancing around the second floor.

After all, this worldly classic must have its own strength!

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the bookshelf and saw some ancient books scattered on it, with roughly a dozen volumes, some of which were simple in style, while others were very trendy, probably written by later generations.

Below the bookshelf, there are some sporadic pages, all with a deep breath.

"Please choose as you like to your guests."

Old Li said with a smile.

Interpreting the Great Dao text is a very mentally consuming process. Even the best interpreter can translate one page in a day.

Even if you encounter local classics, it is normal for decades to pass through several generations of people to translate a page.

Therefore, he was not afraid of Zhong Shenxiu's fraud at all.

‘It’s a pity, but you don’t know that I don’t have a single treasure money on me, I just plan to come and have a free job!’

On the way here, Zhong Shenxiu had already heard Jiang Kun introduce that the currency used in the Taoist world was not silver dollars, but the "treasure banknote" issued by Zhengyi.

But there is nothing on him...

Zhong Shenxiu picked up a purple cover casually, like a large head tanned from some kind of wild animal skin and opened the first page.

"This is the Xuan Family Classic - [Ling Xuan Ce], which tells the story of a monk who dreams of traveling somewhere."

Old Litou next to him introduced.

But Zhong Shenxiu glanced at it and recited it silently in her heart:

[I see myself as if I enter a realm, there are three heavenly palaces above and seven soul camps below. I see the hardware person... the soul captures the soul...]

‘This seems to be a practice technique, which compares oneself to a vast world, and all kinds of travel experiences and experiences are the methods of practice. In the end, one can become a "spirit demon"... a kind of dream creature that feeds on dreams.'

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Old Li's head and had long guessed that these writers were unreliable, but he did not expect that he would get a random copy and even get the classification wrong.

‘Wait…this seems like a miss, but it’s useless to me.’

He looked at other books and rolled his eyes in his heart.

This is a false reputation from Chaoge, and just classification, I made a little mistake!

‘It can be seen from this that the classics and practice methods translated by these Jiewen masters must also be full of mistakes and omissions. Those who dare to practice are real warriors.’

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the center of the bookshelf with a hint of disappointment.

There was also a black ancient book, with a surface bound by thick thin silver chains.

"What the guest doesn't like?"

Old Li did not have the awareness that he had been free from his family and had taken away countless wools. Instead, he glanced at it quickly before secretly laughing at Zhong Shenxiu, but he was afraid that he had not even translated the name of the ancient book?

But I don’t know that people are comparable to mortals who can never forget them. I read it and then remember it.

"What is this classic? Why is it still banned?"

Zhong Shenxiu asked curiously.

“This book…”

Old Li's expression changed: "This book belongs to the local department, and is a classic collected by our cabinet from overseas... In order to translate a name, six Jiewen masters unfortunately went crazy or died... But in the end, it was found that it was just a book "Study on the Ambitions" and there was no slightest practice method. However, the level involved was too profound, and there were even several powerful people's names. Once they were recited, they would die suddenly... We later discovered the harm in this, and as a result, they lost more than a dozen Jiewen masters..."

"Indeed, it is written by the great power..."

Zhong Shenxiu felt it carefully and realized that this black ancient book was indeed extraordinary. The writer was probably comparable to Fang Lang, who is now a corpse-executing immortal.

"What do I think of it?"

"It's all right, but if something happens to a distinguished guest, it cannot be counted as the head of this cabinet."

"This is natural!"

Zhong Shenxiu agreed and saw Lao Li take out a talisman from his arms, ignite it, and hit it on the bookshelf.

Soo! Soo!

Those silver chains automatically retreated like little snakes with life.

Zhong Shenxiu picked up this black ancient book and stroked her fingers, and a slight tingling sensation came.

A hint of cold breath, which wants to spread through books, is even more cursed by bad luck, weakness, disease, etc.

But under the corpse-dissolving immortal's position, all of these disappeared without a trace.

When Zhong Shenxiu saw the cover, she couldn't help but smile.

This time, these interpreters did not translate the translation incorrectly. This is indeed a book called "A Study on the Different Aspirations".

He opened it casually and saw a line of texts of the great way, which turned into a strong shock of consciousness and entered Fang Lang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Hurry!

Fang Lang's spiritual sea trembled slightly, and then the impact was like a wave slamming on the reef, shattering and a stream of information emerged:

[There are nine realms of cultivation. After the nine realms, the Taoist sect is called "Great Sage" and the demon is called "Great Evil"!]

[There are ten evil spirits in the world, and they will be in chaos on earth. They are the devil, the great devil, the disaster, the disaster...]

[One of the 'Ten Evils', the East China Sea' Dagon, also known as the 'Son of the Sea Disaster', and the 'Lord of the Sea Monster', lives in the courtyard of the hidden dragon. When it moves, it will rain heavily and thunder, and the sea boat will overturn...]

【The second of the ‘Ten Evils’, the ‘Elephant Lord’ of Dayeze, also known as the ‘Monster of Mountains’, the ‘King of Mountains’, the body is thousands of feet high, and it will cause disasters when moving...】

...

‘The author of this book should be a monk with strong magic power. He even counted all the demons in the world and even divided them into categories…’

‘The reason why this book is so dangerous has also been found.’

‘The evil monsters such as [Dagon] and [Elephant Master] already have the ability to sense. They actually wrote their real names here. Once a monk recites them, he will have a sense of sense. Isn’t this asking for death?’

‘However, it is a bit unfair to say that it is not a book of practice. After all, there are so many real names... If you really succeed in the sacrifice by accident, you can also gain supernatural powers. If you reach the sky in one step, you don’t know what the price will be paid, maybe your body mutates, maybe your mental distortion, or two come together?’

Zhong Shenxiu turned the page quickly, and in Lao Li's opinion, it was a waste of effort.

But I didn't know that Zhong Shenxiu was forcibly memorizing all the contents in this secret book.

He read a book with ten lines at a glance, but was not worried about pollution, so he soon reached the last page.

On this page, a prophecy was written in blood:

[The source of great evil is...supreme!]

[The 'Supreme' cannot be spoken, recorded, and cannot be imagined. One thought will lead to mistakes, and one thought will lead to mistakes...]
Chapter completed!