[1] Yun Chengyu

(Forbidden World July 16, 2013, Tuesday, afternoon; Huaguo, Mangshan)

Yun Chengyu's monastic life has been going on for a week.

"Su Wen" said: "Summer and March, this is called Fan Xiu, heaven and earth are angry, all things are gorgeous, lie down at night and get up early, tired of the day, so that the will is not angry, so that Huaying becomes a show, so that the anger is vented, if the love is outside, this summer should be the way to grow." ”

Wake up naturally before five o'clock in the morning, go to Mangshan through the portal to carry out the breathing homework of Mao Shi, and then have breakfast after the complete pranayama at about half past seven, and walk along the forest path after the meal, and urge the special martial arts to run the qi and blood, digest the food and nourish themselves;

Despite the shortening of his sleep to four hours, Yun Seung-woo's energy is even better than when he was in school.

Each morning is a time slot for experiments and tests, and the rest of the time is at his disposal. His parents work as usual on weekdays, while Tomoin Nanamiya has never been honest in the mountains, and more often than not, he spends it alone. He heard about the awakening of the party's ability to pass, and also sent a message to the friend to congratulate him.

But what surprised Yun Seung-woo the most was his joy at the monotony of life as a boy who had lived in modern society for eleven years. He likes to leap and jump on the grassy ridges overlooking the deep canyons nearby, brave the wind, explore the inaccessible winding paths, but often sit and forget in the treasure land where the spiritual veins gather, just like the description of "the great master" "degenerate limbs, degenerate wisdom, and detach from the form to know", and the body and mind are in harmony with the path of the void.

In addition, the cave left by the ancestors of the Yun family is said to have a history of thousands of years, and it is also the object of his curiosity to explore. The techniques used to compose the cave distort reality in a subtle way, so that the space inside clearly exceeds the volume observed from the outside, and the complex and varied structure of the corridors and pavilions does not correspond to the geometry of common sense.

"There's a lot of good stuff in there, but what you can find depends on your eyesight. ”

Yun Chengyu still remembered the smiling look of his grandfather Qingmingzi a few days ago, and after drawing a big cake for him, he twisted up the magic trick and ran away. During this time, he roughly figured out the rules of this cave, and the building structure would change silently in the blind corner of the sight, but as long as he stayed where he was honest after getting lost, he would be sent back to the immobile hall for at most an hour. Of course, this change is regular, and calculating the direction by the number of spells often leads him to some hidden rooms.

It's a pity that he hasn't found a decent magic weapon so far, but he has gained a lot from various gadgets of different ages. Come to think of it, the truly powerful and practical magic weapon, even if it is not used for the time being, will definitely not be abandoned in this cave that has not been used for many years.

Today is the seventeenth time that Yun Chengyu has stepped into the inner layer of this labyrinthine cave. In his hand he held a compass that he had stumbled upon yesterday morning. This slap big strange instrument was not at all like the kind of tools commonly used by the Li Qi Sect, the material was difficult to say whether it was metal or some kind of jade, and the smooth surface was covered with a password-like arabesque pattern, but I couldn't find any explanation or explanation from rummaging through the room where I was.

However, if one ignores the carvings that seem to contain some kind of regularity, and rudely treats them as an extra layer and another order of the five elements of the stars, the heavenly and terrestrial branches, then he can also use Yi Xue to deduce some specious conclusions, but he has no way of knowing the true meaning.

"Has it changed again? Hmm...... I guess it's going this way. ”

Silently calculating the number of Qimen techniques in his heart, Yun Chengyu walked up the newly appeared staircase. A faint scent of sandalwood lingers around you, and sunlight shines through the hollowed-out carved windows, leaving fine and bright spots on the intricately textured floor slabs. It's new, it's a passage that hasn't been walked yet.

At the end of the staircase is a small attic with no other path to the other side. He pushed the door and entered, and in the middle of the room was a large case of pear marble, on which was slightly messy and held a jade slip that looked a little old. Take a closer look and see how much the string that strings the jade slips is worn, and the warm white nephrite is intricately carved around the periphery, a typical Shanghai-style whimsical work - but just like the pattern on the compass, the inexplicable sense of regularity makes people faintly uneasy. The jade slip was engraved with some unknown hieroglyphs, but it did not resemble the ancient Chinese scripts, nor did they belong to the rest of the scripts that he could distinguish.

"This jade slip ...... What kind of surprise will it bring?"

The corners of Yun Chengyu's mouth raised slightly with joy. Knowing that the organs in the cave would not attack, he rolled up the jade slip and put it away with confidence. The four-inch cylinder is a bit big for a pocket, so it's just right to fit in a backpack. Looking around, what can be called a treasure is only a few delicate and lubricated purple stone inkstones, and those brushes that depict the bright moon and clear springs, mountains and rocks and sea water with colored lacquer on the barrels. However, he is not a lover of calligraphy and painting, and he has no idea of sweeping away these.

Yun Seungyu then turned his gaze to the bookcase next to him. The bookcase is neatly lined with neatly bound thread-bound books, and the bare paper on the spine is as white as snow, seemingly completely uneroded by time. Somehow, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually reached out and pulled out one of them.

On the cover of the book, the words "Book of the Dead Spirit" are written in simple and solemn Han Li, which can be seen to be handwritten rather than printed. Yun Chengyu's curiosity was greatly stimulated—the authentic books of the Xuanmen Sect would not adopt such a naming style, let alone talk about a crooked doctrine similar to black magic. Turning the next page, on the white paper behind the cover are two lines of strange sentences with a completely different font style from the previous Han Li, and the meaning is extremely obscure. The expansion and contraction of the dot painting, the twisting of the axis, as if following some kind of geometric principle that is difficult to understand by common sense, warped the vast and nameless world on the narrow paper of the two-dimensional plane.

Still, Yun Chengyu tried to read it out:

"It is not the dead who sleep forever,

In the mystical eternity, even death itself fades away. ”

These days of concentrating on practice, Yun Chengyu's mind has become pure and clear, and it is immediately surmised that most of the writing time of this text is in the early 20th century. Earlier, the Taoist priests used classical Chinese in writing, and later they came to the age of their grandfather, and this handwriting was by no means left by Qingmingzi - his grandfather had taught him calligraphy when he was idle before.

But what kind of blasphemy does this strange inscription refer to, and what kind of secret does it imply? He turned the page again with a great curiosity and a slight foreboding.

On one side of the snow-white paper, large paragraphs of Latin text copied with a brush were neatly copied, while on the other side appeared to be translations and annotations—but Yun Chengyu did not master Latin, so naturally there was no way to confirm his guesses by comparing the meanings of the two languages. Despite this, he could still feel from the names and phrases that connected the most terrifying things, an indescribable horror that even the Xuanmen Mind could not contain rising from the bottom of his heart, as if he was dragged through the indescribable eternal years and unimaginable dimensional space.

"Man is neither the oldest master nor the last master of this earth. Ordinary creatures and matter do not live alone. It seems to be a continuation of the preceding book numbered four, and the translation begins like this, "The rulers of the old days were there, the rulers of the old days are present, and the rulers of the old days will be forever." Not in the space we know, but between the spaces, they walk silently at the beginning of time, outside the dimensions of space, and we cannot see it. ”

"Yog Sothoth knows the gates. Yog Sotos is the gate. Yog Sothos is the key to the door and the gatekeeper. The trinity of past, present and future is attributed to Yog-Sotos. Yog Sothos knew where the Old Ruler had come and where the Old Ruler would come again, what land the Old Ruler had trodden on, where the Old Ruler still trodden, and why no one could see the Old Dominator trampling. ”

The next few paragraphs are more like translations and comments mixed in. Occasionally, certain perceptive mortals can spot the proximity of the Old Dominator by smell and other senses, writes the deviant monastic senior, but no one can know their true faces, only through them they have given birth to strange offspring of humanity. According to the book, the blasphemous monsters are not all flesh and blood, they have a variety of appearances, ranging from the most real fantasies of the world to the formless and unreal.

Subsequently, the unknown author described in detail what he had seen and heard, such as the towering boulders on a small island in the Pacific Ocean, the roadless and illusory desert of Arabia, and mercilessly refuted the Confucianism of "the child is silent and the strange power is chaotic" in the Taoist gate, denouncing it as "the morning fungus does not know the obscurity, and the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn". There is no doubt that this strange man who has never met is quite good at writing, and there is a clear coherence everywhere between the lines, but what terrifies Yun Chengyu even more is some beautiful and terrifying metaphors, those abysses of original intellectual life, those streams that gurgle out of the abyss, and the most inconspicuous streams of those streams finally intersect with the fate of the planet beneath his feet.

The meaning of these words is enough to dwarf even the most bizarre and bizarre tales, but Yun Chengyu is horrified to find that he has no way to question their creators. This person is undoubtedly the master of the Yang God who refines the god and returns to the realm of the void, if there is no nine years and the Yang God is complete, it is not far off, not only unreservedly talked about the boundless horror that the Yang God saw when traveling, the illusion is illusory, but also pointed out in detail how to avoid evil when the Yang God explores, all kinds of mystical techniques and Taoist scriptures corroborate each other, which is by no means something that ordinary spirits and strange people can think of. He couldn't help but turn the next page with his slightly trembling fingers, but he couldn't help but feel that inexplicable palpitation.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, the alarm clock of the smart terminal woke Yun Chengyu up from his stunned state. Time was running out, the next structural change was coming, and he had to be ready to be sent back to the hall or some other fixed hall. Looking at the rows of books in the bookcase, he activated the spatial expansion magic from the Seven Palaces in his backpack and filled them all as fast as he could, feeling both excited and scared.

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