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Fei Dasheng rubbed it twice, but he didn't feel anything, so he took out a military dagger from his backpack and began to scrape it on the moss on the stone stele.

The moss is thick and has been rooted in the stele for many years, so it is not so easy to deal with.

Fei Dasheng scratched several times, but found no clues.

"I can't tell what's underneath this thing. ”

Fei Dasheng said a little unwillingly.

"To deal with this, you have to use more professional tools. ”

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. ”

"So, this thing is for you. ”

Quan Rong in the back said to Fei Dasheng, and then handed him a small thing.

"This is, a lighter?"

Fei Dasheng knotted a lighter-like thing, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

I saw Kwon Young hand him a metal thing, only the size of a lipstick, which looked silver and shiny, and the structure was a little similar to a lighter, but he didn't know what it was?

"It's a device that can shoot a high-temperature flame. ”

"You can point at the target and press this button and you can see the effect. ”

Quan Rong explained the function keys to Fei Dasheng.

"Sounds good, I hope it works!"

Fei Dasheng is still a little interested in this little thing.

Although on this mysterious island, Dao magic is restricted, but some gadgets that do not belong to this category are still more effective.

So Fei Dasheng pressed the switch, and then saw a blue flame erupt, instantly covering and engulfing the moss on the stone tablet.

The moss is like going through a change of time, instantly turning black and then turning into ashes.

"Hoo ......"

Fei Dasheng looked at the black ash on the stone tablet and gently blew out a breath with his mouth.

I saw that with Fei Dasheng's breath, the thick moss covering the surface of the stele finally disappeared, revealing its original appearance.

"Sure enough, there are words!"

"And, many, many more words!"

Several people surrounding the stele were immediately attracted by the handwriting on the stele.

Looking at the past, the shallow notches on the stele are not so clear, although they have been covered with moss and the passage of time for an unknown time, they are still faintly recognizable.

It's just that everyone studied around the stele for a while, and no one could see which kind of writing system the text on it belonged to?

"It looks like it's supposed to be text, but I can't recognize a single word!"

"I'm afraid there is no such depressing thing in this world again!"

Phelps said with some depression.

"It's not just you who are depressed, in fact we are all depressed!"

Fei Dasheng laughed dryly, and was also a little unhappy.

After all, he is known as "the second generation of the Red Immortal of the Root Zhengmiao, the well-read Young Heavenly Master", and now he has actually encountered a text that he doesn't know, and it is at this most critical time, if you want to say that you are not depressed, then there is a ghost!

Several people studied around this stone tablet for a long time, but they didn't find any patterns.

Judging from the handwriting of the inscription, each text is beautiful, like a work of art, and after reading it, it makes people feel a sense of relaxation and happiness, just like eating a bowl of chilled sour plum soup on dog days.

It's a pity that although everyone knows that this thing is very important and valuable, they don't know a word!

"Can you take a picture with your phone?"

Kwon Young turned on his phone and tried to take a picture.

Sure enough, the effect was the same as before, except that it left behind a white mist-like thing, without any pattern.

On this mysterious island, it seems that there is no image left.

If there is time, Fei Dasheng really wants to copy the entire inscription, and then go back to the masters to ask for advice, but now, there must be no time to get it.

"Isn't there a quick fix?"

Phelps asked, somewhat unwillingly.

Although it is copied by hand, that is, thousands of words, the structure of these words is complex, and staring at a piece of text will make you feel a little dizzy, so everyone judges that it will definitely not be possible to complete this work in the short term.

"Perhaps, there is some way!"

As soon as Fei Da Holy Spirit moved, he immediately thought of a local solution.

He took out a pale green sheet from his backpack and compared the size, just enough to cover the two-meter-high stone tablet, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Phelps, use your holy light to clean this inscription, and it's better to make the surface cleaner!"

Fei Dasheng said to Phelps.

"Okay, but is this any use?"

Phelps did as he was told, and released a cloud of holy light.

Although the effect of the Holy Light has been greatly reduced, the power of cleaning a small piece of stone tablet can still be achieved.

So two minutes later, the stele was cleaned by Phelps' holy light, as smooth as a mirror, and there was no dust at all.

At this time, looking at the texture of the stele, it is not so bad, like a piece of beautiful jade, standing there, admirable.

Fei Dasheng took out a bag from his backpack, opened it, and saw that it was full of cinnabar powder, very delicate cinnabar powder.

"Are you going to rub the inscription?"

As soon as Quan Rong saw this, he immediately reacted and knew what Fei Dasheng wanted to do.

"Yes, I don't believe that even such primitive methods can be blocked!"

Fei Dasheng nodded.

Although this mysterious island is full of weirdness, and many scientific and technological means have failed, Fei Dasheng really doesn't believe that the traces left by rubbing can also erase all the traces left by rubbing!

So he carefully and evenly applied the fine cinnabar powder to the surface of the stele.

When he finally saw that nothing had been missed, he called Phelps and his fellow angels, hung up the green sheets, and then carefully pressed them lightly with a ball of cloth.

A few minutes later, a complete rubbing pattern of the inscription was formed.

Fei Dasheng unfolded it and looked at it, and his heart was quite satisfied, because the traces left by the red cinnabar on the green sheets were very clear, and they were not out of shape at all.

"Yes, keep this thing and bring it back, maybe you can research something!"

For this point, Fei Dasheng still has some certainty.

After all, the words on the stele are beautiful, and at a glance, you can know that it is not an ordinary product, and it is impossible to make it out casually to fool people.

"Look, this stele doesn't seem to be a bit different now!"

At this time, Quan Rong suddenly shouted.

Fei Dasheng could hear that Quan Rong's mood was a little nervous, a little excited, and a little overwhelmed.

"What's the difference?"

Fei Dasheng looked at Quan Rong's appearance, his heart moved, and he also retreated, and then looked at the inscription again.

When the stele is farther away from him, the words in the inscription are no longer clear, and they gradually become one piece in sight, forming a new pattern.

"Hey, this looks like the shape of a Taiji diagram!"

After examining the words on the stele from this angle again, Fei Dasheng couldn't help but be surprised.

Looking at the red and white shape, it is indeed the shape of a taiji diagram.

The background color of the stele and the cinnabar imprint that was previously applied to the stele show the shading of the entire stele at this time.

If it weren't for Fei Dasheng's desire to rub the inscription, they might not have gotten this discovery anyway.

"Is this the imprint of your traditional Chinese culture?"

"Taijitu!"

"I've seen your Taiji diagram in many books!"

"Well, for example, when I went to South Korea, I was also on their flag, and I saw this pattern!"

Phelps, an angel clansman, also saw this pattern, and he said to Fei Dasheng with some emotion.

Fei Dasheng nodded, deeply convinced.

South Korea has always been a vassal state of China before, and it is naturally deeply influenced by the Middle-earth civilization, so their national flag is the Taiji Flag, and it seems that they have also made a more influential movie, called "Taiji Flag Flying" or something, which shows how deeply the influence of Chinese civilization on them is in the hearts of the people.

In fact, the Korean people used the Chinese script until it was colonized by the Japanese, and later the Japanese colonizers completely separated them from the Chinese culture that had influenced them for thousands of years, so they began to use Hangeul, which is said to have been created 500 years ago.

However, in both Japan and South Korea, when holding calligraphy competitions, Chinese characters are used.

In fact, the cultural influence of China on the surrounding countries has always left its mark and has not been erased.

But Fei Dasheng's attention was soon not on the pattern of the stele itself, but on a new discovery.

He suddenly noticed that the stone monument in front of him seemed to be like a gate, standing there.

The red and white dividing line is obviously the middle line that opens the door.

If you push it, maybe you can have a whole new world in front of everyone?

"Look, does this stele look like a gate?"

"I wonder if I'm dazzled?"

After Fei Dasheng stared at it for a while, he couldn't help but say to Quan Rong and them.

"The gate?!"

"It's a big gram!"

"It's like what you say!"

When Phelps heard this, he also stared at the stone tablet and couldn't help but be surprised.

Now everyone can see that the stone tablet in front of them is definitely a very special existence.

"We're here to find people, and by the way, let's explore this mysterious island, not for archaeology!"

"I don't think there's any need to stay here for so long, do I?"

The mermaid girl put forward her opinion with some concern.

It was too dangerous, and she thought it would be safer to leave as soon as possible.

"Don't worry!"

"Maybe this is really a breakthrough!"

At this time, Fei Dasheng had already made a decision.

He stepped forward, then tried to separate his hands on either side of the red and white dividing line on the stele of the house, and then pushed it up with all his might.