At this moment, the evening smoke rose in all directions, and the darkness was vast. A bright moon hung up, radiating with clear light, while a little red light slowly moved on the southern foothills.
Ye Qing carried a book basket and supported the green pines on the rocks in the mountains, walking along the mountain path intermittently.
The night is extremely cold, and the so-called roads in the mountains, although illuminated by the bright moon and torches, are also rugged and difficult to navigate.
Thirty miles in front of the mountain, most of it is a flat road, except for the five mile mountain road that is difficult to traverse right now.
When climbing up a high mountain rock, it was already the middle of the moon, with bursts of heat rising from the top and beads of sweat overflowing, forcing one to take a short rest.
Ye Qing drank some water and glanced back in the direction of Ye Fu.
In the darkness of night, a faint glow of lights could still be seen below the mountain, one of which was the most prominent, perhaps the Lou Wai Lou, the power center of the Ye Mansion!
Recalling the angry and domineering face of the wicked servant in the afternoon, Qianqian's worries turned into reality.
In his previous life, Ye Qing obeyed Ye Zifan's wishes and reincarnated from Earth with good fortune, so he did not suffer from these humiliations. Now he is speechless and just sneers in his heart.
The three Taoists are in harmony with the great path of this world, standing high and mighty. The Tao is the law, and what is needed is not a chaotic world, or at least, for this world, that is the case.
All things are orderly and operate endlessly, only in this way can they, which are already at the pinnacle of the world, have further room for improvement.
At the beginning of the Three Dao Lords, there was an era of Three Kingdoms' struggle, each with their own Dao veins, each in charge of a major religion, and each competing for luck. This not only caused great suffering to the people of the earth, but also damaged the Great Dao.
Under the backlash of the Great Way, the strongest of the Five Emperors, the Qing Emperor and the Yellow Emperor, emerged.
The three Taoists were all wise people who assessed the situation and immediately stopped their confrontation. Instead, they united to establish order. As these measures were implemented, the Great Way gradually stabilized, and the emerging Qing Emperor and Yellow Emperor could no longer rise and had to be incorporated into the Heavenly Court system.
In the millions of years to come, the Five Emperors will gradually complete this knowledge. Of course, only the highest level of the dynasty knows about it now, and the people have not heard of it at all. Only when a great calamity strikes and the order is broken, can these secrets be passed down.
Without saying this, with the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the reproduction of living beings, the growth of spiritual beauty, and the deepening of order in all aspects of humanity, all things have life and death in order to circulate. Immortals who are immortal and immortal do not need too many, so the selection of immortal sects is becoming increasingly strict.
In fact, the Boy's Test not only tests literary talent, but also a competition among various people's luck and destiny. Wisdom, luck, and qualification are the three major standards. Unless the article shakes the world and tears ghosts and gods, if the luck is not strong, it will also be squeezed out!
The family has established this point and relies on controlling the distribution of qi within the clan to exercise control over their offspring, exchange and distribute resources.
This is not too unfair in normal times, after all, they are all blood relatives within the clan, and there are many aristocratic families in various counties and districts. A family that cannot guarantee basic fairness will naturally collapse in cohesion, often falling into decline within a few generations.
However, Ye Qing is currently only requesting to avoid one term, within a reasonable range within the clan. In normal times, it would be fine to let it go for three years, but not far away. With the arrival of a great disaster, all the old order is in jeopardy. Should he use this precious time and opportunity to exchange for the protection of the unknown family?
Let yourself think, in which year was the outer building burned down in flames?
Ye Qing stopped looking at the pillar shaped lights and continued walking.
Before long, Ye Qing saw a large bell hanging from a big tree on a flat ground.
I thought to myself, 'According to rumors, the fruit is about to arrive!'
Raising the torch again, it was indeed a deserted mountain temple. Seeing this, Ye Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!
This world is a world where the Dao and Dharma are manifested, where the Yang energy shines brightly and the corresponding Yin energy is also heavy. In densely populated areas, the Yang energy rushes out of the city and is guarded by land, city gods, and other guardians. There are not many ghosts and monsters.
In the desolate and uninhabited areas, ghosts and monsters roam rampant, and no one dares to act. This is especially true for some hundred year old battlefields. Beimang Mountain has been a place of hundred battles since ancient times, and it is not surprising that it is called the land of the dead. Of course, this is far from Beimang Mountain, it can only be said to be the periphery of Beimang Mountain.
Even so, traveling at night is actually a last resort, as can be seen from the worry in Qianqian's eyes before leaving.
When Ye Qing arrived at this place, the mountain temple stood in front of a deep tunnel valley. In front of the temple was a flat turtle carrying stele with characters carved like swords.
The torch shone brightly as it approached, and a stone was inscribed on the monument as a note: "The battlefield of ancient Wei"
This font is very ancient and marks several dynasties, corresponding to the history of the previous dynasties known in the book.
Legend has it that during the Wei Dynasty, there was a famous general who was loyal to the country, but it was difficult to distinguish his innocence. His entire army died here, and it has lasted for thousands of years. Now, it has become a relatively famous historical site.
There was no dark wind blowing through the valley, but the calmer the waves, the more Ye Qing dared not go deeper. He just looked at a broken plaque on the main entrance that read "Zhen Gu Temple" in three big characters.
Entering the mountain temple, I saw the statues of gods soaked and weathered, and I couldn't see their original appearance. I didn't know which god to worship, except for the incense burner, which was still intact. The top-grade shape and nearby incense sticks had signs of decay, indicating that no one had come to worship for at least several years.
Ye Qing looked around and realized that this was already considered a sacrificial ritual that no longer existed. If one relied on the worship of gods and people, this bleak scene would almost be a scene of decline. Even if someone happened to pass by and saw this situation, they might not be willing to offer incense.
But Ye Qing still went in, placed the book basket on the ground, selected from a pile of incense, picked out three that were still usable, lit them with flint, and inserted them into the incense burner.
Even if the gods have fallen, at least this temple is nominally owned by them, and according to tradition, they cannot live without telling.
The students passed by on their journey and stayed overnight, hoping that the gods wouldn't mind, "Ye Qing silently recited in her heart, following the rules and slowly retreating.
I collected some hay as a blanket and found some dry wood in the old kitchen behind the temple. I ignited it with hay and lit a bonfire. The crackling sound of the firewood was mixed with the howling mountain wind outside the temple. The moonlight poured in front of the door, casting a silver glow, shining on my cheeks along with the red light of the bonfire.
This is a kind of loneliness, unable to help but reminisce about the past life, feeling a sense of melancholy in my heart for a moment.
Offering incense by oneself is just a matter of following the procedure. Various opportunities arise from the great tribulation of one's past life. If you remember correctly, three years later, a poor scholar named Sun Zhijie passed by this place and saw the fallen statue of a deity. They sympathized with each other, so they offered incense and wrote a eulogy on it.
I didn't want to awaken the gods of this temple in order to gain support and fortune, and to attract talented scholars. It became an interesting story that spread throughout the county and became known.
Now I am just relying on the prophet and taking shortcuts.
However, as long as one achieves success, it is not difficult to give this person a title of scholar, and it will be compensated when the time comes.
I chose a well preserved wall at the moment, calmed down, picked up my pen and started writing.
After passing through the journey of my future studies, I am deeply moved and hereby inform you:
The general was born in the previous dynasty, in the midst of the grass and fields. At times, there were emperors who lost control of the world, and chaotic people rose up everywhere. As a result, there were generals who launched campaigns in the south and north, repeatedly quelling riots. After fourteen years on the battlefield, the world's scenery and luck were extremely poor, and everyone showed their virtues. Therefore, this defeat was not a crime of war. Today, the gods are not ignorant, and their lessons are remembered today. It is still a feast
Picking up the pen, word by word, Ye Qing's spirit was focused on it. From an invisible perspective, the handwriting emitted a faint white light, whether it was an illusion or not. At this moment, a kind of gaze was focused on it.
In the underworld, this boundary corresponds to a space where a palace exists, with an ancient shape and deep solidity. Although most of it has collapsed, it has not completely decayed, and now there is a trace of power injected into it for restoration.
In the depths of the palace, on a cold jade bed, a trace of incense with sacrificial offerings fell down.
An unknown entity, sensing this change, opened its golden eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Who is the scholar holding books and offering sacrifices in my temple
But there was no response from the entire palace, and the sound of emptiness and silence swirled in the main hall!
This existence, suddenly remembered, this is not the past. I have long lost my sacrifice and fallen into a deep sleep. At this moment, I heard the echoes of emptiness around me, as if sad or happy, and remained silent.
In front of the temple wall, it was already enough to finish writing this chapter, but at the end, looking at the forgotten Yingling Temple, Ye Qingtu had an indescribable emotion.
This god is like this, or so are ordinary people, hence the saying 'life is a traveler between heaven and earth', but ordinary people are just unconscious.
But time travelers cannot deceive themselves - unless they completely deny their time traveling background.
I suddenly remembered a famous poem on Earth, hesitated for a moment, and finally took my pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a poem beside the sacrificial text, whispering softly in my mouth.
I haven't seen the ancients before, and I haven't seen the newcomers after
This book is from the Tang Dynasty's Chen Ziang's "Song of Climbing Youzhou Terrace", expressing the author's feelings that his political aspirations cannot be realized, but at this time, it is more in line with the situation of this deity and his identity as a traveler.
Ye Qing never stops in her hands, and her strokes move between dragons and snakes, forming a book with thick and powerful bones. It is a unique style brought from the earth and refined through the use of past lives
Thinking of the vastness of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone in sorrow
Writing this, inexplicable sadness enveloped him. After pausing for a long time, he added a note to the right of the text: "Song of Ascending to the Ancient Wei Battlefield"
After finishing writing, Ye Qing looked at the handwriting and couldn't help but burst into tears
I haven't seen the ancients before, and I haven't seen the newcomers after
Thinking of the vastness of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone in sorrow
Who else can better experience the loneliness and sighs of time and space than a time traveler.
Finally, Ye Qing controlled her emotions and turned to the bonfire. She first took out the dough and ate it, then slowly lay down, tightly pursed her thin lips from beginning to end.
The matter has been completed, regardless of success or failure, there will be corresponding arrangements for tomorrow. The timing is so urgent that Ye Qing cannot afford to waste energy and emotions.
It's not heartless, just conscious!
Gradually, as Ye Qing fell asleep, the temple calmed down. However, on this wall, it was just a sacrificial ceremony, and only a little white energy appeared, gradually turning slightly red!
However, this short 22 word poem continuously generates white qi, as if it has acquired some constant qi as soon as it is published.
Finally, the walls shone brightly, and white flowers spread out, reflecting the clear and elegant atmosphere of the temple. Over time, it rapidly deepened and turned into crimson, then orange yellow, until it turned into pure gold before gradually slowing down!
The bonfire flickered for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed on the statue, but it fell silent again.
The moon sets in the west, time passes by, and this night is getting deeper and deeper.
Dark earth
A majestic golden chariot galloped out of the half collapsed palace.
Four black dark horses pulled the shaft, stepped on the golden flame, and crossed an unknown distance with each step. Within ten steps, they reached the realm of the mortal world.
In the world of Yang, it is the darkest moment before dawn. The chariot is parked in the open space in front of the temple, and Ming Jun looks east, feeling uneasy and restless, digging his hooves and leaving scorch marks on the ground.
The black curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and a divine spirit descended. It was enveloped in a golden light all over its body, patting the Dark Horse in a soothing manner. With a quick sweep, the entire carriage turned into golden light and was tucked into its sleeve.
Although it is not tall or strong, it has a heavy and majestic presence in this valley.
It pushed open the temple door and entered, not looking at the sleeping Ye Qing on the ground. Instead, it walked up to the wall and first looked at the sacrificial text with hidden red energy, and then at this line of poetry.
At this moment, there is a faint hint of youthfulness in this poem, truly deserving of being a masterpiece that will go down in history.
The god ignored the burning green energy on the wall inscription and recited, "I have not seen the ancients before, nor the newcomers behind. I am deeply saddened by the vastness of heaven and earth, and shed tears alone
The sound is like iron, like ice, indistinguishable between men and women, yet weathered and heavy.
Fierce winds and clouds swept through the valley, faintly accompanied by the clash of the Golden Kings and the neighing of war horses. For a moment, there were heavy ghostly shadows and sobbing voices, all of which were fallen war souls.
The god extended his hand with a move, and this poem was composed by him. Suddenly, a trace of green energy from the poetry on the wall was sucked into the god's body. The god's body was dazed, and a golden light shot out, shining on the battle soul.
As soon as the golden light shone, more than ten black shadows rolled on the spot, transformed into human form, regained their spiritual intelligence, knelt on the spot, and exclaimed, "General
Although this literary style is pure and has a poetic charm towards the scenery, without official position and reputation, it is at its limit. The green aura on the wall flickers, making it difficult to sustain!
The deity sighed, waved his hand, and fell soberly into his sleeve. There were hundreds of people in front and behind, most of whom were still confused and bewildered.
Almost immediately, they instinctively dispersed.
In a moment, the first ray of sunlight shone down, quietly illuminating the body, merging with the golden light enveloping it, transforming into a complete set of ancient golden armor. Under the hood, a majestic bronze mask was attached, shimmering with a cold luster in the sunlight.
Yin spirits are afraid of sunlight and cannot manifest during the day. Even ordinary Yin gods are constrained by this, but this deity is not included in this example.
It looked regretfully at the inscription on the wall, confirming that its green energy had been depleted for a while and could not be quickly restored without passing down the generations. Only then did it slowly pace up to Ye Qing's body and gaze at it.
In the eyes of the young man in front of him, there was only a faint white aura, indicating that his luck was weak. However, within the dim aura, there was a faint blue spiritual energy, indicating his talent.
However, without the nourishment of red and yellow qi, it is as dim as a candle flame in the wind!
This son has a noble nature, but his destiny is thinner than paper. He may not have formed a climate, but after eight hundred years, I don't want anyone to still remember him. I have passed down my glorious legacy to you, and I must report it
After speaking, he cursed and leaned down a little on Ye Qing's forehead.
In an instant, a golden light flashed by.
A gust of wind blew through the temple, and Ye Qing woke up, but everything was different in front of her.
Originally it was late autumn, but now I felt that the climate was mild and there was a difference between the left and right. Ye Qing looked carefully, and upon closer inspection, the surroundings were dim, but different from the darkness of night, as if the sky was dark at dusk and sunset.
After taking a few steps, you can see a palace covered by clouds, with guards and maidservants on both sides, all beautiful and handsome, and unknown flowers blooming everywhere.
Looking further away, there were layers of pavilions inside. At this moment, a person dressed in military attire, with a long sword on their waist, approached and only said, "General, please go to the palace
Then, leading him in, Ye Qing saw the grandeur of the palace, its surroundings were transparent and magnificent, and he had a realization in his heart - this is what is called dreaming of gods.
Touching her body, she felt that Chuanlin's pen was hidden in the sea of physical consciousness, lurking like a meson, with a vague presence. Ye Qing then put her mind at ease and quietly stepped forward.
The tent slid open leisurely, revealing a golden armored divine figure sitting upright in the main hall. However, as he sat upright, Ye Qing felt a murderous aura piercing his forehead, cold and sharp.
Ye Qing instinctively looked up, but didn't take a step back. In a moment of shock, he just stared at the Golden Armor Divine Man in front of him.
Good courage! "After a moment, the Golden Armor Divine Man remained motionless, his voice cold, but his killing intent immediately dissipated:" Few scholars can resist my killing intent on the battlefield. You have a strong temperament
After a pause, I was a little puzzled and thought to myself, "This son has a clear and upright literary talent, a wise heart that shows extraordinary abilities, and can understand the Tao's intentions. I used to think that his character was weak and not in line with the Tao's teachings, but now it seems that he is not bad. Even if his physical fitness is slightly inferior, it can be easily compensated for. Why is his luck so weak
If one harbors sins but has not, it seems like they have been cut off by something
As she was pondering, Ye Qing had already bowed and said, "May I ask how to address the respected deity? Why did he invite me here
It was a certain rudeness... "The Golden Armor Divine Man snapped back to his senses and apologized, saying," Our temple is deserted. Your writing shines brightly on the walls, and I am here to express my gratitude
Upon hearing this, Ye Qing carefully considered her words and thanked, "Thank you for your kindness, General. Staying overnight is already inconvenient, and writing poetry is even more troublesome. I am already an unwelcome guest, how dare I accept the host's thanks
Your poetry has a different meaning to me, it just can't stay on the wall for long. Therefore, I would like to ask you to wave your pen and write it on paper! "The Golden Armor Divine Man glanced at it and asked.
This is easy! "Ye Qing listened without hesitation, and saw a maid offering exquisite inkstones and green pens.
Ye Qing calmed down, wrote calmly, and later presented it to the Golden Armor Divine Man.
After reading the Golden Armor Divine Person, he greatly appreciated it, but his heart began to doubt. These two articles were indeed written by this son. He immediately said, "You are truly a talented person who has brought a lot of glory to my small temple. There is no reward for it, but there are still three treasures in my temple. You can choose one of them
Upon hearing this, Ye Qing firmly replied, "No
The tone of the Golden Armor Divine Man turned impatient as he said, "Don't refuse. If you have to choose, just choose
Upon hearing these words, Ye Qing was startled and remembered that he had been a general before, accustomed to the style of a general. He suddenly realized that he couldn't go against it and could only smile wryly and nod, "Then it's better to obey orders than to be respectful
I feel guilty in my heart, which is not in line with the rumors. I think it's because a scholar from a past life was scared by this, but after obtaining the treasure, he used the Spring and Autumn strokes to beautify the matter. It's really going to kill someone!
It's good if you can understand! "The Golden Armor Divine Man saw Ye Qing agree with a satisfied smile, and his eyes showed a hint of composure through the gaps in the bronze mask." If you want me to repay you, otherwise my heart will be uneasy
Three golden lights appeared, gradually revealing their form.
One cup, one book, one pill.
Three golden lights shone brightly, rising and falling in the sky above the hall, with a subtle and indescribable power and charm contained within them. It was obvious that they were not of ordinary quality.
Ye Qing was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any explanations or suggestions
Under the bronze mask, there was a hint of mockery in the eyes: 'You can choose it yourself, it all depends on your luck!'
Ye Qing opened her mouth, unable to refute, but fortunately there were examples from her past life that she had analyzed before.
It must be a magic weapon, a judgment, and a pill
I didn't expect it wrong. I will have the Dao Jue in the future, but I won't lack it. Besides, I don't have any achievements now. What's the use of having the Dao Jue? It's just causing trouble
Returning Dan can enhance one's Daoist abilities, but at this moment, I am still a white body. What Daoist abilities can I enhance
This cup can hold qi luck, but its effect is limited, but it is just right for me at this moment! "Thinking of this, Ye Qing pointed to the golden cup and said," Choose this cup
Hmm? "The Golden Armored Divine looked around for a moment and smiled noncommittally," Then let's continue
Other objects dissipated, and this golden cup appeared, turning into golden light and thrown into Ye Qing's arms.
This made Ye Qing a little dazed, is that all?
Sliding in front of the golden curtain and closing it again, a subtle compliment came from behind: "I'll give you a cup of luck. If you have a chance in the future, there will be a time to meet
Clanking clanking -
There is a sound of landing, constantly rolling on the ground.
Ye Qing struggled to rise, opened her eyes, and saw the bright sky and the extinguishing of the bonfire.
Looking down, a cup was right under my feet, and I could faintly feel the flow of golden liquid, indicating that it was a gift of qi. Unfortunately, without using the Taoist technique, I couldn't see it clearly.
This god is also refreshing... Speaking of which, Yang Wen Yin Yun, Yin Qi Yang Yun, can be considered as a combination of Yin and Yang
But here, we don't care about these things. On Earth, has this ever happened?
Setting aside his historical musings, Ye Qing picked up the cup and realized that it was actually a copper cup. His tentacles were cold, but immediately a trace of power seeped in, making him feel intoxicated.
It seems true that this cup of luck is not a lot, but there is no need to ask for rewards from within the clan. It fundamentally solved my problem
In the midst of hunger and cold, one cake and one water are worth ten thousand taels of gold
Hey, this golden cup of luck is just a small spiritual artifact, at most it can be compared to the destiny of a minor official. The abundant luck is probably not much, perhaps only equivalent to the total of one or two times of support within the clan. It's nothing, but for me at the moment, I don't even have this destiny luck, so I really can't help but accept this favor
Ye Qing cherished the bronze cup and bowed to the statue, saying, "The grace of the cup of water will surely be repaid by a gushing spring. One day, when I return home in glory, I will come again to worship the revered god and reshape my golden body for you
The temple was silent and unresponsive, and Ye Qing didn't think it was unusual. Shi Shiran turned around and left the mountain temple.
In the early morning sunshine, after traveling for several miles, Ye Qing took out his notes from Chuanlin, only to find a golden inscription appearing in the blank: "In the eleventh year of the Pingjing reign of the Da Ji era, in Pingshou County, Nancang Commandery, at the southern foot of Beimang Mountain, Ye Qing went to the battlefield of the ancient Wei Dynasty to worship the gods, wrote poems and inscriptions on the wall, dreamed of the gods at night, and received a golden cup from the gods, which was full of golden luck
Below are complete sacrificial texts and poems, with a few words to verify Ruosi. Looking at these, Ye Qing exhaled this breath and smiled.
Sure enough, this Chuanlin notebook has the ability to record, but now it is bound by the rules of the secular path and cannot be released.
As long as one has achieved fame or improved their Taoist practice, the secrets recorded will continue to emerge. This is the true fortune, but it requires Xu Xu to reveal it and transform it into this magnificent golden inscription.
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