"Uh......"

At the same time that the illusion took effect, Ji Cha was almost dazzled by a flash of purple light.

The horizon of the writing wheel eye is a vision that is quite lacking in color. As a result, the various transcendent energies that appear in the field of vision with colors become particularly conspicuous. In particular, the purple light was not only bright, but also the same color as the light in the stone gourd, which made him even more suspicious.

The purple light flew around him three times, turning into eight big characters in front of his eyes, "Xuanhua on behalf of the heavens, saving the world", and then disappeared.

"What do you mean?" Ji Cha was puzzled and called out the Taiping Treasure Book.

The mirror was extremely hot, and he realized that the mirror had changed sometime.

There must have been something he didn't know about or some mechanism that had been triggered, first the purple light appeared, and then the mirror was boiling hot.

Instead of looking at the crowd that was in chaos as someone fell unconscious, and without continuing to follow his goal, the inspector focused his full attention on the mirror.

The eight yang texts inscribed on the back of the mirror, 'Xuanhua on behalf of the heavens, saving the world' are emitting a dazzling red light. It's just that, apart from the red light and the temperature of the mirror, he turned it over and didn't see any other changes.

"What the hell is going on!" After complaining, he hurried to the toilet, entered a partition, locked the door, and entered the altar—

The full moon was still blood-red, and the altar was still green, and everything seemed to be the same, except for the stone gourd in the center of the altar, which disappeared and was replaced by a futon.

Ji Cha walked over, reached out and touched it, but didn't find anything unusual.

"No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary futon, and you just can't pick it up. Even if you ask me to kowtow a thousand times for him to drive, why don't you give me a hint? ”

He scratched his head, he was quite helpless about Taiping Baojian, which had never given any hints, but set a goal of 'saving the world on behalf of Tianxuanhua', so he simply sat down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat on it, he felt warm, and his spirit relaxed, and he fell asleep unconsciously......

Consciousness, floating in nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, but vaguely he seemed to see a figure.

It was an old man with a blue-eyed childish face, holding a quinoa staff in his hand, standing in the clouds, and was talking about something.

“…… This book of heaven is three volumes, called "Taiping Technique", you get it, contemporary Tianxuanhua, universal salvation of the world; If you have a different heart, you will get a bad retribution! ”

At the same time, the scenery below the old man began to change. Compared to the old man who spoke, the mountains below were relatively clearly visible.

He saw a medicine picker, carrying a basket on his back, crawling along the winding mountain road.

Ji Cha was looking down, but saw the man turn his head sharply, raise his face, and look at him.

Looking at the back of the herb picker, it was clearly a strong man, and when the two looked at each other, he found that the other party's face was clearly old.

Ji Cha was shocked, but he heard that the old man on the clouds had already begun to preach.

"My life has an end, and there is no end to knowledge. With an end, there is no end, and it is gone! Those who have already known are gone! Therefore, I think that I can protect my life, I can live my whole life, I can support my relatives, and I can live my ...... years."

The old man said a few words, then paused, Ji Chazheng instinctively wanted to find something to record, and heard an ethereal voice, and took a closer look, but it was the medicine picker who was talking.

"I have often heard that it is not people who are diligent in seeking knowledge, but those who know who are diligent in seeking others. But I know why. Those who know it do not seek others, but they go out and chase people away. Its carving is deep and ruthless, like an eagle and a dog chasing a rabbit......"

After the herb picker finished speaking, the old man began to speak again.

“…… With my past archaeology, the astronomy, the earth god book and the words of the people, it will be corresponding, and this way is credible. I am the way, I don't try to know, but I want to try. If you do it, you will see God, and then you will know that my way corresponds to heaven. I record the Taiping Sutra Fan Jia, B, C, Ding, Wuji, Geng, Xin Ren, and Gui one hundred and seventy volumes, and the true volume is only seven - the three volumes of the Taiping Technique, the Book of Heaven is also, and the law corresponds to the three gods; The four volumes of the book from the ground, the Taiping Qing leader, correspond to the earth, water, fire, and wind of the old earth. There is also another volume 36, which books the ways of the heavenly teachers and true people, and achieves people and gods; The rest of the volume went down here, and the real left path was also a small technique. ”

"The god of the three days, the god of the heavenly pillar; The gods of the old days; People and gods are not gods, and Huang Lao is also; The left way, although it is useful, can not be feared, remember, remember! ”

……

“…… Therefore, the stars are billions and billions, and it is not as bright as a day. The words of the Zhutian group of worms are not as virtuous as the country. ”

"A thousand catties of gold, ten thousand pairs of gold, not as good as a master. If you can't learn from the Master, how do you know how to get it? If you want to govern the country and be happy, you can't be a great sage, how can you be reasonable? ”

……

“…… Heaven and the Tao are the deeds, the earth is the virtue of the home, and all things are born together, with nothing to hide and no selfishness. The way to heaven and the virtue of the earth can make the nine qi harmonious and bring peace to the emperor. ”

"The way to heaven and the virtue of the earth cannot be done by non-moral people. The nine qi are one for the vitality of non-action, the second for the condensation of nothingness, the third for several degrees of visibility, the fourth for the spirit of the anti-movement, the fifth for the similarity of the avenue, the sixth for the joy of thorns, the seventh for social schemes, the eighth for foreign gods, and the ninth for the family first. ”

……

“…… Each of them is nine, ninety-nine-eighty-one, and the secret use of different texts is a big root, with God as the envoy. ”

"This nine-section scepter also, and those who have three nine and twenty-seven on it, can live in the world; Of these, three ninety-twenty-seven may make true God; The three hundred and twenty-seven under it, its Shu Duoye. ”

……

Ji Cha listened groggily, and he tried to figure out the meaning, but he felt that his brain hurt. retreated, and wanted to remember what the two said, but it was also unsuccessful.

In a daze, as if a long time had passed, and as if a moment had passed, the old man disappeared, and the medicine picker also kept silent, and jumped straight down the mountain, the wind and clouds converged, the rain and fog rose, and the clouds and fog dissipated, and the scene changed.

I saw the herb picker holding his hand on a green altar, wrapping his head in a yellow cloth, and floating a nine-section staff in front of him.

"Manpower is sometimes poor, and the avenue is endless. My qualifications are reckless, and I can't fully understand the meaning of the Book of Heaven, but I can only serve Huang Taiyi and seek the avenue. ”

"Those who are yellow are also the color of yellow. Taiyi is Taiyi, the noble god of heaven. Zhonghuang Taiyi is actually the god of yellow clothes, the old earth of Sifeng, and the envoy of the Emperor of Heaven Huang Yueye. I wear the seal of the Yellow God Yue Zhang, its width is four inches, carry it, the left Fu Liujia, the right Fu Liuding, there is the Yellow God in front, there is the Yue Chapter in the back, the four sides each take a hundred steps, the gods and ghosts dare not approach the inside. ”

"Woohoo! The god is not the god of the three days, only the yellow sky is the sky, in order to seize the heavens, a glimpse of the avenue, and then there is a day without a holiday, the collapse of the middle way, future generations should remember it! Acquired Taiping Technique, supernatural power is self-sufficient, and the gods cannot be worshiped for three days! Quit it, be careful! ”

As he spoke, a figure in a tattered yellow robe gradually appeared behind him.

The herb picker suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the nine-section staff, and waved it at Ji Cha, an unstoppable wind hung up, and the herb picker was no longer visible in front of him. Moreover, he found himself being carried upward by the wind at high speed, and the endless feeling of vertigo hit him, and he fainted.

……

When Jicha woke up, he found himself sitting upright on a futon.

"It's been a long dream, but I can't remember what happened?"

As he spoke, he hesitated to look around, and the altar had changed considerably. The ruined altar had been given a new look, and the place where the previously broken statue had been located had been transformed into three neat pedestals with inscriptions, and a shimmering gray veil shrouded them. There was undoubtedly something behind the veil, but it was blurred and the outline did not seem to be fixed. As Jicha stared there, trying to find out the truth behind the gray veil, he felt only a wave of vertigo.

This discouraged him from reaching out to find out, and instead looked down, intending to read the words inscribed on the pedestal.

"Ahh Just trying to read the words you don't know makes me feel like I'm passing by.

At this time, a soft light fell on him, so that the pain in Ji Cha's eyes quickly disappeared, and he was wrapped in the light, and when it disappeared, a sense of loss immediately surrounded him.

His hands gripped the edge of the futon, gasping for breath.

"It's too dangerous to look at! By the way, look at ......"

As if touching some key word, his memories began to mess up, as if the calm water had been broken, splashing away the chaotic and deep memories.

"By the way, the sacrifice—"

The blue-eyed and childish old man, the medicine picker with a nine-section scepter, and the fragmentary memories of being blown on by the wind began to flash.

He remembered that he had drifted to a palace at the center of the universe and saw the gods sleeping among a group of gods playing musical instruments. Although I can't remember the details, the residual whispers of the herb picker are still echoing:

"The vast vitality is called Hao, the far-sighted firmament is the sky, and the respect of people is nothing more than the emperor, and it is entrusted to the top, so it is called God."