The spacious and spacious temple of the sacrificial temple is quiet and silent, and stepping into it is reminiscent of a sweltering summer afternoon.

As soon as he entered the scripture hall, Fang Di met a middle-aged priest on duty, and only after being verified that his identity was correct, he was let into the temple.

The hall is lined with rows of sturdy wooden shelves with ancient shapes, and on them are all kinds of original books. Link, wood, hides, and even stone tablets were all tools used to record writing.

Most of the important written information is carved on stone tablets or inscriptions for long-term preservation.

In the Hall of Scriptures, there are countless stone tablets and stone tablets, new and old, large and small.

On each inscription, there are countless hieroglyphs densely packed. Fang was surprised to find that some of the inscriptions on the stone tablets were very special, different from hieroglyphs, like an older typeface.

This kind of writing, in which geometric-like strokes are combined to reflect the content, appears very efficient and concise, but the meaning is rich and varied, and it seems to be more extensive and accurate than the hieroglyphs famous in ancient Egypt.

The discovery of this kind of text alone made Fang Di surprised and fell into contemplation.

As we all know, ancient Egypt was already the earliest state system to maintain royal power with divine power, and created countless amazing miracles.

Writing is the embodiment of the wisdom of a civilization and represents a means of transmitting experience.

So who created the font that was seen in this temple of scriptures, which was earlier than the Egyptian hieroglyphs? How could it be possible to create such a complete writing system with ever-changing meanings in this initial period of human civilization?

Fang Di thought of another possibility, before the existing human civilization, could there have been one or several highly developed civilizations on the earth?

This is not impossible, compared to the long 4.6 billion years of evolution of the earth itself, the thousands of years of human civilization are as short as a breath in the course of human life.

Who can guarantee that human beings are the only intelligent life on earth that has ever been born?

Fang Di's mind was drawn by this newly discovered mysterious font, and he stopped to watch under the stone tablet on each side that recorded this kind of writing.

The strange glyphs on the inscription on that side have been studied and studied by countless priests in the sacrificial hall for thousands of years, and the meaning of most of the words has been accurately deciphered, and countless annotations have been made densely under the stone tablet in Egyptian script.

Fang Di watched the inscriptions one by one, time passed quickly, and the afternoon passed quickly.

Among them, there is a piece of black marble, full of traces of time, the content depicted on the old stone tablet, which makes Fang Di's face slightly shocked.

The inscription reads: "・・・・・・・ the voices of gods and demons sounded in every corner of the earth, and a huge flying land appeared in the sky, and the gods stood on the land of the gods, looking down on all things on the earth. ”

Seeing this, Fang Di was already thinking about it, the continent in the sky? What is it, is it a flying tool left over from an earlier intelligent civilization on the earth, or is there really a god who has ever descended to the world?

Read on.

"The gods sowed the seeds of life, taught us to make fire, count, survive, build・・・・・・ the gods eventually left, they were going on a journey of the gods・・・・・ but the gods did not abandon us, they left behind a code of laws to improve the level of life・・・・・・・ through guò practice, the spiritual ones among us, will be able to make contact with the gods from the obstacles of time and space・・・・・・・・"

"The Codex Left Behind by the Gods・・・・・・・" Fang Di's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he muttered to himself, "Does it include the Book of the Dead of the Dead?"

On another old inscription, a new content has appeared, this time in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Fang Di's spirit was revived, because what it contained was related to the origin of the Book of the Dead.

"Pharaoh Menes was a spiritual being who could not be found for centuries, and he unified Upper and Lower Egypt. Having established the greatest kingdom on earth, it is said that Menes had personally seen the gods and demons and had a glimpse of the secrets of the gods and demons! From the abode of the gods, he obtained the beginning of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, which is called the divine object of the Book of the Two Great Miracles along with the Golden Sutra of the Sun. ”

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun・・・・・・・ the Golden Sutra of the Sun?" Fang Di knew for the first time that in ancient Egypt, in addition to the Book of the Dead of the Dead, there was also a Golden Sutra of the Sun.

Legend has it that the sun god (the supreme god of ancient Egypt, Ra and Amun are one) who expounded the ultimate secrets of gods and demons. This treasure book was passed down to the world for the god son of 'La', that is, the pharaoh of each term, to practice and study, so that one day the pharaoh could return to the land of gods and demons. ”

As Fang Di whispered the Sun Golden Sutra, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, explaining the origin of the Sun Golden Sutra.

Fang Di's heart was dark, he needed to know that with his ears and eyes, if someone approached him, even if he was pondering, he should have discovered it a long time ago, but it wasn't until the moment before this voice sounded that Fang Di suddenly gave birth to an alarm, which showed the extraordinaryness of the person who came.

Looking back, it was the handsome Sanin, dressed in a white and flawless white shirt, standing proudly from Fang Di.

Seeing Fang Di turn around, Sanin showed a smile full of sincerity, but there was no wave in his eyes, deep and introverted without a trace of emotion, and the whole expression was quite weird.

He continued:

"It's a pity that the Golden Sutra of the Sun has long been lost in the long river of time, some people say that a certain pharaoh angered the god Ra, so that Ra took back this sacred book that does not belong to the world, and some people say that the code was brought into the underworld by a certain pharaoh after his death, so it can no longer appear in the world. ”

He added: "There are many legends about the Golden Sutra of the Sun and the Book of the Dead of the Dead. Legend has it that these two codes are the upper and lower parts of a sacred book called the Chaos Root Sutra, and if anyone can practice the two holy texts together, he can become the master of the gods. ”

On Sanin's breezy face, the color of longing flashed and disappeared. Then he stopped talking about the Sun Golden Sutra, but blinked narrowly, and changed the subject: "Let's go out for a walk and go to the Wuji Tower to see how it is?" ”

Fang Di's mind was still immersed in the two strange books of the Golden Sutra of the Sun and the Book of the Death of the Dead, was that really the work of the gods?

He couldn't help but think of the solar meteorite that was hidden in the depths of his consciousness after he had traveled with him.

Hearing Saning's mention, Fang Di, whose thoughts were racing, didn't pay attention for a while, and replied casually: "Where are you going?"

Sanin smiled and said: "It's better to practice a way than to always indulge in it, sometimes soothe your mind, maybe it will be touched, and you can unlock the barriers in your cultivation." ”

He exaggerated his expression of regret and said, "I heard that you couldn't enter the Maihime Building last time, it's a pity." Why don't you leave now and go again? ”

At this time, Fang Di had already retracted the idea of thinking about the secret of gods and demons, laughed when he heard this, glanced at Saning, and said, "Your information is well enough. It's okay, just go out for a walk. ”