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The dark gold cover is simple and vicissitudes, the tentacles feel warm and cool, and the touch is soft and hard. Quietly placed on the desk, as if asleep.

Everything is so contradictory, whether it's the touch or the texture. A dead thing, but like some prehistoric powerful life form sleeping, vigorous and vibrant constantly fluctuating, as if breathing.

There are too many places that make Jiang Ming wonder, who sent the book to him with just one name, and what is the purpose of the other party sending such a book...... He didn't know how many people named Jiang Ming in the country, but what was certain was that the book was indeed given to him, because there was a line behind the cover of the book.

"How did he know I knew I knew the script?" Jiang Ming looked at the line of words and became more and more puzzled.

Although it is a book, it cannot be opened page by page, it is a whole. And the line on the back of the cover seems to be a clue to open the book.

Jiang Ming recognized the line of characters, which was the same as the words recorded on the stones in the monuments.

"I was able to find the golden stone for some unknown reason. Now it seems more like someone is arranging all this. He felt a conspiracy slowly closing in on him.

As for the study of the words on the stone, he has always carried out it alone and secretly, and it is impossible for others to know. The only thing he couldn't explain was why he was the only one who found the golden stones after the archaeological team had been sorted out by hundreds of people.

Secretly someone seems to be in charge of the whole thing.

"Borrowing my hand to unlock the secrets of a mythical era, or to unlock it with someone else's hand, is it because you are worried that danger will happen, but why do so many people choose me?"

The mystery is getting bigger and bigger, and Jiang Ming can't guess the intentions of the main messenger.

After guessing one day, returning to the dormitory from the cafeteria in the evening, Jiang Ming decided to unravel the meaning of the words in the book. Even if he knew that someone was arranging all this, Jiang Ming couldn't resist the temptation.

He searched slowly in his mind, gradually explaining the meaning of the words.

"The emperor star will come out, and the stars will shine."

The words fell, and the eight words on the back of the cover bloomed brightly, and the sleeping ancient book awakened. The dark gold cover was automatically lifted, and the pages of the book automatically flew over without wind, and the golden scriptures flashed with dark golden light, and finally melted into two words, flying into his eyebrows and disappearing.

Hold the spell!

To hold is to hold, to get. Mantra is explained in terms of the shape of the word -- the mantra is divided into two structural parts: the mouth is the meaning of the mouth, the two mouths represent the majority, and the meaning of the mantra is the sound that comes out of the mouth.

Explained by the words on the stones of the monuments, the mantra is the sound of the origin of all things. The meaning of the word mantra is to hold the sound of the origin of all things! All the scriptures on the dark gold ancient book are fused into these two words, representing a kind of power.

Obtaining the power of the voice of the origin of all things, he will have inexplicable power when he opens his mouth to make a sound at this time.

The books have disappeared into scriptures, and Jiang Ming has sorted out his thoughts from the beginning. The emperor star is about to come out, and he still can't understand what it means for the stars to shine, and he focuses on the sound of the origin of all things.

He is a scholar of classical literature and has studied many ancient books. Pressing the disturbed thoughts, Jiang Ming thought: The word mantra is very similar to the Taoist term, if the mythological era really exists, and the Taoist concept of cultivating immortals is also correct, then do many Taoist scriptures also have mysterious powers?

Jiang Ming opened his mouth to recite the "Tao Te Ching", if it is true that Taoism practiced to become an immortal, Lao Tzu, the ancestor who opened up a line of Taoism, the "Tao Te Ching" he wrote must also have the power that mortals do not know, otherwise it would not be regarded as the general outline of Taoist scriptures by Taoism for thousands of years.

The general outline, from which all the scriptures and ideas are derived. What happens when you have the power of holding mantras and recite the scriptures of the Taoist ancestors? He found the Tao Te Ching from his database, took a deep breath and began to recite it.

"Dao, Kedao, very Dao; Name, name, very name......"

Every time he uttered a syllable, a hazy qi machine came, and as he continued to chant the scriptures, Jiang Ming could clearly feel that there was a majestic power converging!

"Generous, late-blooming, avenue Xiyin, elephant invisible ......"

"The god of grains is immortal, it is called Xuanyi. The gate of Xuanqi is the root of heaven and earth. If it exists, it is not used diligently......"

"Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the law."

The nameless power grew more and more majestic, enveloping him in it. Jiang Ming is like a spring breeze, and there is the sound of wind and thunder between breaths. After the 5,000-word Tao Te Ching was recited from Jiang Ming's mouth, his forehead bone emitted a soft light like moonlight, and the word "holding a mantra" kept flashing.

In the void, the word "Dao" emerged, becoming more and more condensed from gloomy, and the font was carved like gold and jade, vigorous and powerful. It is like a ghostly axe, and it has the charm of Taoism and nature. Jiang Ming had a momentary illusion, he seemed to see a well reflecting the full moon on the word "Dao".

Although the well is small, it can reflect the entire moon. A word of Tao is encapsulated by thousands of laws in the world.

Reciting scriptures attracts a hazy aura to descend and condense the word "Tao". After the word "Dao" in the void bloomed with a magnificent aura, the rhythm contained in it quickly converged, turning into something like a nine-sided crystal and floating down.

Jiang Ming reached out and caught it, and the crystal grew a few wisps of roots, piercing his palm, quickly taking root in his body and then disappearing.

"It's ...... Dao species? ”

In the Taoist scriptures, planting the Tao is equivalent to planting the foundation of the Great Dao, the Great Dao can be expected, but it is impossible to find!

Jiang Ming looked at the punctured scar on his palm, which healed quickly visible to the naked eye. The golden stones, the scriptures containing the power of the spell, did not shock him by the scene in front of him.

The golden stone allowed him to read the words on the stones of the monument, but it did not allow him to gain any mystical powers. Holding a spell allowed him to condense the Dao seed, and he didn't know what it was for. And the healing of the wound made Jiang Ming realize that he already had the power beyond mortals, but he didn't know how to harness this power yet.

To surpass the mortal is to be extraordinary, which is what Taoism calls the realm of cultivation. He is only healing flesh and blood now, and if he reaches the rebirth of flesh and blood, it will be an extremely high level of sainthood.

With extraordinary power, Jiang Ming has been studying his power for several days. Turning regular and having a job is no longer relevant to him.

He didn't eat for a few days, he was still full of energy, and he didn't have any hunger, as the Taoists say about Bigu. He didn't know if it was because of the power of the mantra or because of the Dao seed.

Jiang Ming sat in the library, searched through all the materials he could find, and looked through many classics that expounded on Taoist practice, but did not explain how to practice.

He had the idea of visiting a monk from a famous mountain, but now that his religion had become professional, it was difficult to find a true monk.

"It looks like I'm going to ask my little sister." Jiang Ming remembered someone.

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