Chapter 998 It’s difficult for ants to struggle against the torrent
"Click..."
The Taoist Tongshen carefully placed the skull back on the skeleton in front of him. He took off his Taoist robe, rolled up the Taoist robe embroidered with Yin-Yang fish, and wrapped the entire skeleton.
There was a sudden tremor in the Taoist robe, and then it started shaking violently.
The old Tongshen Taoist grasped the cuffs and skirt of his clothes tightly, and the Tai Chi diagram on it seemed to spin, trapping the things inside, and Shao Qing finally calmed down.
He reluctantly turned around in the small robbery hole and handed out the corpse wrapped in a Taoist robe.
The old Taoist scholar climbed down a few feet and found that the robbery cave led to an arched dome. Several green bricks were pulled out, creating a passage leading directly to the top of the tomb chamber.
He casually took out a piece of talisman paper, shook it slightly, and turned into an orange fireball, falling into the darkness below the Thief's Cave.
The fireball fell no more than a few feet, and then quickly extinguished, as if the darkness around it was drowning it like a tide...
However, the old Taoist priest also judged that the top of the coupon was not in the main tomb, but in a front room where the burials were placed.
The scale is comparable to a royal mausoleum. With just a quick glance, you can see that the front room is as large as an underground palace, with shadowy burial objects inside, including fireballs falling in the sky above several large vats.
The blue and white porcelain dragon cylinder is sealed with copper, and it is more than enough for an adult to curl up inside the cylinder!
The veteran Taoist priest instinctively felt that something was wrong, and quickly retreated from the robbery cave. A group of local folk outside built a theater shed at the entrance of the robbery cave, and they were all wearing costumes. In the dark night of the barren mountains and mountains, this was the only place.
The lights are bright and extraordinarily ostentatious.
General Jiuyou was in the theater looking at the corpse that Tongshen Lao Dao had brought up.
I could see that there were some differences in the bones that had turned into skeletons. His ribs were so big that they were almost connected into one piece and turned into a bone plate. The bones of his limbs were even thicker, and there were even remaining meridians on the bones.
General Jiuyou tried to figure out a pangolin claw-like amulet taken from the corpse, and sighed: "This senior is already an expert in the fourth level of martial arts, and has become a great master with flat ribs, ribs, and sinews.
To think that such a great master who roamed the world without any scruples would end up in such a barren mountain."
The old Taoist Tongshen was also a little strange: "Didn't it say that this is the tomb of the great eunuch who was the chief eunuch when the previous dynasty was destroyed?"
"He died to bury his lord, and his reputation was unprecedented among eunuchs. But at that time, his family and country had been destroyed. How could he find the manpower and material resources to build such a big tomb for him?"
General Jiuyou glanced at him in surprise: "What you said seems a little knowledgeable, but also a little ignorant!"
"It smells like a foreign devil..."
"Huh?" The old Taoist Tongshen frowned slightly, he seemed to have said too much!
As a person of reincarnation, he is naturally a very knowledgeable person among all the worlds, but this world is inherently weird, and perhaps the laws are different from what he knows. Talking nonsense will lead to timidity.
"Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, the funeral of princes has been conducted in such a way that death should be treated as life."
"None of us native masters know that in a large underground tomb, how it was buried is one thing, and how it was dug is another matter. The descendants bury a seven-foot grave, and when they move it, they dig out a several-foot grave.
Large tombs with a square radius are perfectly normal! These are ghost graves! If not, how could these three large tombs be called ghost graves?"
The old Taoist Tongshen's eyes were dull for a moment, and his mind was slightly confused - what kind of common sense is this?
Can these common sense in the evil world still be called common sense?
General Jiuyou answered seriously: "The world is like a big tomb. If the world changes, how can the tomb remain unchanged?"
"A proper burial requires not only the efforts of the descendants, but also the efforts of the people themselves. How can we just sit back and enjoy the results?"
The old Taoist Tongshen silently increased his ability to accept, and then asked: "You mean, after the dead are buried, they will expand their tombs from time to time?"
General Jiuyou glanced at him, and now he really began to doubt the origin of this Taoist priest!
Among the people of all religions and professions, the reason why they are so disgusting and contemptible is that the Taoist priests, monks, Yin-Yang magicians, and Feng Shui masters are respected, isn't it because they can watch the Feng Shui of the Yin House and preside over the funeral ceremony?
Where can a Taoist priest come from who is not familiar with his own special skills?
"Taoist priests should know that among the three religions, Confucianism is the first, and among the nine schools, Jingmen is the first."
"It's because of all the knowledge in the world, the classics and history are the first to be respected! Among them, 'classics' is the knowledge that records the secrets of Si Chen, and 'history' is the secret that is truly unspeakable, unimaginable, and extremely mysterious."
"History is divided into official history and secret history. The one who is in charge of revising official history and confirming the past is the Confucian historian, the real head of the three religions, a big shot who can undermine the emperor with a single word."
"As for the secrets outside the official history, apart from the Confucian notes and Taoist divination, it is for us, the underworld, who are not affiliated with any of the three religions, to master it! And every tomb is a secret history!"
"The secret history is alive, and the tombs are naturally alive too. When ghosts build graves, it does not mean that ancestors really built their own graves at night, but it means that the tombs themselves are alive, just like the heaven and the earth? Will the heaven and the earth not change? The heaven and the earth will change.
, why not the grave?”
There was suspicion and surprise in General Jiuyou's eyes, but thunder was already rolling in the heart of the old Taoist Tongshen.
"History is divided into official history and secret history. Secret history is alive...history is alive! The past of this world is still changing!"
In the dark sky, a thunder rolled past. Everyone couldn't help but look up and saw the bright moonlight above their heads, and there were no dark clouds at all. They didn't know where the thunder came from.
But the old Taoist Tongshen trembled all over, feeling that he had touched a terrifying taboo.
"Official history and secret history. If the official history is the official history of the prehistoric times mentioned by senior Chi Fenruo, the secret history is the history of this world that is not anchored by the official history of the prehistoric times. It is living and can change. Although people in this world don't know it.
The truth of the ancient history, but we also noticed the anomalies in history."
The old Taoist master's thoughts suddenly changed: "Si Chen!"
"The biggest anomaly in this world is that Si Chen, the pioneering Dao Lord, is still alive and even actively interfering in this world."
"So under their will, the past and history of this world are naturally unstable, but there is still something that is above Si Chen's will, and even above the entire land of reincarnation, and that is the official history of the prehistoric times!
In the past, Zhuge Kongming used his dignity as a Taoist king to deal with Sima Yi, the strongest soul in the earthly immortal world. Even though the heavens could not tolerate him, even with the power of the immortal Qin, it was difficult for him to defy his destiny."
"This kind of power can almost be called destiny!"
"The world created by just a few Dao Lords cannot be violated!"
"That's why there is official history and secret history, and secret history is the most terrifying and powerful force in this world, because it is equivalent to directly borrowing Si Chen's power."
The old Taoist Tongshen felt a little suffocated, because his great enemy was probably one of Si Chen in this world, or even the most noble Si Chen.
The secrets about Si Chen can be called secret history.
Its power can even create a world.
The old Taoist Tongshen vaguely knew that the world he was in now was probably part of the secret history. Now it seemed that he had underestimated these local masters from afar, not to mention that General Jiuyou was not as good as a dog.
But their knowledge truly surpasses the vision of the natives in this world, and even partially surpasses that of reincarnators!
"Heaven and earth are like a big tomb!"
"If the tomb is also a kind of secret history, then why is the secret history not a kind of tomb?"
"If the secret history is a tomb, then who is buried in this world?"
"Is the shadow of destruction that fell into the true world, the Old Era, really the ruins of the world's destruction? Or is it just a tomb where..."
"Si Chen?"
Based on this guess, the old Taoist scholar dismantled the elements of the secret history in his mind.
"If the tomb is also a kind of secret history, then what is its element? The tomb is a part of the past, and it hides part of the past. This fits the extraordinary 'secret' element of this world, yes! Secret history, secret history! To a certain extent
It’s history that’s hidden.”
"If history is alive and the past is constantly changing, then the hidden history will naturally change and change accordingly."
"But there is a part of history that cannot be changed, because it is beyond Si Chen's power. Therefore, once the secret is broken, something is fixed, and that part of history is 'killed', and the power that kills it
, is it the official history of the ancient times? Or is it 'belief', 'cognition' and 'certainty'?"
"Secret History is Si Chen's power. If someone can kill Secret History, doesn't it mean that someone can kill Si Chen?"
"And the way to kill Si Chen is to have the power opposite to the secret...belief, cognition, or - faith?"
"wrong?"
The old Taoist Tongshen shook his head secretly. He was not sure how powerful the secret history was, but he could be sure that Si Chen's power had almost no limit in this world.
Instead of believing and breaking the secret, people's faith and cognition can kill Si Chen.
It is better to believe that Si Chen, or the secret history, can reshape the entire world and change everyone's perception with just one thought.
The 'belief' of mortals is worthless in front of Si Chen.
Otherwise, Si Chen would not abandon his faith like worn out shoes.
Therefore, the secret is not just the source of the extraordinary, it is even the extraordinary itself.
Therefore, the mystery will only succumb to the higher mystery, rather than being broken by observation...
Miscato University, in the Tower of Omniscience.
Gable is teaching the new students who have just joined the Orange Light Knowledge Seeking Mage Association: "The power of orange light is the most powerful and stable among the seven colors of light. Unlike the green light of the knight, which comes from will, our power does not originate from the will.
From 'self'."
"Unlike the yellow light of authority, our power does not come from belief and rule. Unlike the purple light of true love, our power does not come from the 'innocent soul'..."
"We already know that all power in the spiritual world comes from Si Chen."
"The power of orange light comes from cognition, observation, and secret history."
“We study ‘reality’, immerse ourselves in ‘falsehood’, pursue ‘truth’, become ‘history’, and observe the ‘past’… We are committed to seeing through all ‘secrets’!”
"Reality is like a tough 'string' that is made up of a higher level of invariance to some extent!"
"And Si Chen is gently plucking this 'string' every moment, and 'reality' is also trembling. We who stand on 'reality' are also trembling, making beautiful plucks and composing together.
A piece of music.”
"This piece of music is the 'Secret History'."
"So the real secret of the invisible art is - the 'echo' of the secret history."
"The reason why 'secret' makes invisible arts more powerful is because of frequency. Nowadays, real chords can tolerate a little echo of the secret history, and even the echo is originally part of the chord. But the high sound of the echo is unavoidable.
It will become chord noise, suppressed by the current frequency, so the fewer people who resonate with this echo, the more frequencies we occupy."
"In a sense, our world is an ensemble of stars. Their will stirs up the unchanging history and makes everything that changes form 'reality'."
"In this vast ensemble, we are insignificant. We are not the 'notes'. The notes are the secret history, let alone the 'melody'. The melody is the 'change'. They are Si Chen's existence itself in our world, and neither are we.
'Matter', matter does not exist, what exists is 'string'..."
The mage apprentices below were excited about Gable's series of comparisons. One apprentice raised his hand and asked: "Professor, what are we?"
"We are the original sin, we are the departure, we are those who know good and evil, we are the dust on the strings and part of the strings themselves, we are the 'noise'!"
Gable's words caused an uproar among the apprentices below, and the noise of whispering gradually broke the immersive silence.
Gable's eyes were shining, his chest was trembling slightly, and he looked beyond everyone below to the unspeakable 'chord' beyond the 'string'.
After a long time, he looked back and said with a smile: "So, have you learned how to use orange light to perform invisible arts?"
The apprentice below spread his hands numbly: "Professor, you haven't started teaching yet!"
"idiot!"
Gable nodded one by one: "Idiots, idiots, they are all a group of idiots..."
"What do you think I'm telling you? A story? A doctrine? Or the ravings of a madman?"
The apprentice below cursed: "We think what you are talking about is just the ravings of a madman!"
But no one dared to speak, because the person standing on the podium was not just the youngest professor of Miscato University, nor was he an outstanding young scholar of folklore. This was just Gable's secular name.
In the mysterious world, among the extraordinary.
He is as famous as the Queen of the Protectorate Knights of Camelot, the Yellow Pope of the Holy Church, the President of the Hunter Association, the witches of the True Love Witches, the Puritan New Saint, and the Red Cross Chief Sister - the Orange Light Pope.
!
The great mage of the Orange Lantern Omniscient School, the supreme leader of the knowledge-seeking faction, and the legend of the magician!
"It is the shadow of truth, the real 'secret'."
"If someone could have said these words to me back then, I would have been extremely grateful and humbled..."
Gable waved his arms excitedly, then took a deep breath and sighed: "Use the secret ritual of spiritual body travel to the spiritual world, seal the orange light with a tourmaline gem, and then use it to reflect the secret and invisible art you know.
It will emerge naturally. Finally, keep a secret. The more relevant it is to you, the better, the greater the impact, the better, and the more secretive it is, the better. It will become a 'secret' that belongs exclusively to you."
"Seal it into your orange lamp, and your own destiny magic will be born."
"Go back and think about my words carefully. Of course, you can use the power of the secret history to cast invisible arts, but how can you really cast invisible arts, how can you really steal Si Chen's power..." Gaibo nodded his forehead.
: "After all, it still depends on your brains!"
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After completely overturning his own judgment about General Jiuyou, the old Taoist Tongshen looked at these local masters with complicated eyes. He was confused about the mysterious Chi Fenruo and the equally powerful and even more mysterious Drummond.
It becomes more and more difficult to fathom the thoughts of people like this.
Because he suddenly realized that he was assigned here to dig graves with a group of local masters. It seemed that someone was hinting that they were really trying to teach him how to kill a 'Si Chen'.
This did not make the old Taoist Tongshen feel proud, but made him shudder.
The demons of the Earthly Branches of the Taisu League, and even Drummond, who has a mysterious origin and is suspected to be a high-end power in this world, are really murdering a Taoist master.
How dare a mere ant kill a god?
The veteran Tongshen Taoist has never faced that 'Lear' head-on. Ever since Lou Guan Dao said goodbye, he was still a young child and was like an ant in the hands of him and Miao Kong. At that time, he made a bold move, but now I think about the sad and ridiculous struggle.
He no longer had the courage to meet 'Lear'. I think Miao Kong should have met Lear who was already 'Qian Chen', and then he died!
The old master of Tongshen leaned on the chess flag, like a tired ordinary old man, panting heavily and trying to sit on the ground.
He looked into the sky, staring at this false sky!
The dark night is like a mirror, reflecting three lights...
"It's like a torrent of ants, it's hard to struggle!"
"It is also the destiny of reincarnation, which has no end..."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes, opened them again, and cut off all the hesitation and impetuosity, leaving only the firmness that became increasingly crazier!
Chi Fenruo was hundreds of miles away, staring at Tongshen, and nodded slightly: "It is indeed a good knife!"
"In the past, when we were so high on the throne, we really missed those two talented and beautiful people. They were mere ants and dared to seek for one of the Three Treasures of the Supreme Being. They were very brave and the true seeds of the devil. It's a pity, it's a pity that we
I knew it was a little late, otherwise I would have really wanted to vote for them."
Like the breeze and the bright moon speaking to him...
Chi Fenruo nodded slightly: "You and I do know that Lingbao has its own spiritual consciousness and cannot be controlled by others, but because of this, it loses the sharpness of the demonic path! What is the most important thing in trying to seize the Lingbao and the Dao Fruit? A sophisticated plan
, unparalleled courage, or extraordinary vision and calculation?"
"No, it should be to take action! It should be to seize!"
"If you don't take action, nothing is possible...If you take action, even if it is absolutely impossible, there will be a trace of 'magic change' that turns the impossible into possible!"
"So, the one who dares to take action is the devil!"
"Those who dare not take action, who are always chirping, who are scheming, and who are trying to get things done by borrowing money from others, are just hypocrites in the right way!"
Chapter completed!