For some reason, halfway through the climb, I became inexplicably uneasy.

I always feel that there are loopholes in the constraints I set, but for a while, I can't suppress the alcohol, which makes my head a little chaotic, and I can't figure out what's wrong?

"Drinking is really a mistake, and fine wine is no exception."

I muttered to myself that I could only put aside the things I couldn't figure out and think about them when I had time.

In this way, in the end, he climbed to the top and flipped to the top of the bookshelf, and there was a metal black book not far from him.

"You just touch it, as long as the skin touches, it can sense your identity, it's very simple."

The ancient mirror was waiting below, impatient.

"Don't worry, I'm not doing it, am I doing it?" In response, he turned his head to look at the black metal book.

It was at this moment that the illusion played out.

In the clouds and mist, the palace Yuyu looms, and more than 100 Buddhas come to the auspicious clouds in the west, and the first person is Shakyamuni, many Bodhisattvas and Arhats follow, and the momentum is huge.

At the same time, the purple clouds in the east gathered, and a group of immortals came on the Rui beast, and the leader was the Taoist Sanqing patriarch, with the stars and moons of the immortals beside him, and the auspicious clouds and mist and various strange lights ...... in the process.

The image disappeared in a flash, and then, a wave of realization appeared in my heart.

Although the black calligraphy is one of the markers of ancient Zen Buddhism, it is actually a strange thing that brings together the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and was later obtained by Buddhism, which stimulated the secret art of Buddhism in the inner school, but did not inspire the secret art of Taoism.

I was shocked!

Only then did I realize that this treasure was born and raised, not refined by the power of ancient Zen Buddhism, no wonder it was so magical.

As soon as this thought was finished, the tip of the index finger had already clicked on the cover of the black book, and it was going around and around, in the end, this step was completed.

There is no difference between trading with the ancient mirror and seeking skin with the tiger, if there is no other way, I will never make this choice, but there is no room for regret if I have already chosen.

There was a soft sound of 'Peng', like the sound of something shattering, and I heard the ancient mirror below laugh.

"The seal is beginning to loosen, and sure enough, you are really the one who unsealed, and I will not die!"

He shouted loudly, and his emotions were intense.

With a 'buzz', the black books on the top of the bookshelf moved in unison, flying towards me one after another.

I dodged aside in horror, and saw that the black books were stacked one after another, and after a while, a stack of them was stacked high, and the black light was released, covering me inside.

The cold, indistinguishable movement of a man and a woman rang in my ears.

"It is suspected that the sixth-hundredth generation inheritor of ancient Zen Buddhism has been detected, and a detailed test will be opened to determine the identity and give the degree of recognition."

With this sound, I felt that the heavy black light was like a pair of big hands, touching my bones from head to toe, not simply touching the bones externally, and even feeling the strength of the meridians, blood and muscles inside the body were tested, which is a detection method that does not keep secrets at all.

After a crisp sound of 'ding', the voice of no emotion, no distinction between men and women, sounded again.

"After the precise detection is completed, the target of the recognition of the master is Jiang Du, the human race, the potential is ninety-nine .eight, it is a physique that can be compatible with Taoist magic without simply practicing Buddhism, in view of the fact that the target is in a strange state that cannot be explained, the degree of recognition of the master is tentatively set at ten percent, and when Jiang Du returns to the original time and space, the new degree of recognition will be calculated, and the fusion will be calculated."

The voice conveyed a meaning that I didn't understand, and as the last word melted, the stack of black books compressed into a book in the black light, and then it melted away, and it was invisible.

But I could feel that it shrunk into a transparent sphere, only the size of a ping-pong ball, and then I felt a pain in my eyebrows, and then it was cold, and I knew that this thing had invaded my brain from the center of my eyebrows.

"You're not going to get killed, are you?"

I was very worried about it, but after waiting for more than ten seconds and not feeling any discomfort, I realized that feelings, this is the way it resides on its owner? Invisible, but there's a real one.

The sound of 'bang bang bang' was as dense as beads, and with the roar of surprise from the ancient mirror, the seal of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was gradually shattering, and it would not be long before it completely collapsed.

I was thinking about this when I heard a beep in my heart.

"It has been restored to its original state, so please imagine the new image of this Dharma tool and give it a new name."

"Note, the 599 generations of inheritors have a dark temperament, imagining this Dharma tool as a book, and casually calling it a black book, which is very disrespectful, so the degree of recognition of the Lord is secretly reduced by 3%, which also indirectly leads to his final expulsion.

Six hundred is an integer, so give a reminder, I hope you grasp this reminder, take this matter seriously, remember, remember! Now it's time to get started. ”

Here's the hint from the black book.

I blinked in shock, and then I understood, if the treasure is thought of as a look it doesn't like, the consequences will be terrifying, look at the fate of the ancient mirror!

Fortunately, six hundred is an integer, and there is a chance to prompt, otherwise I may just think of a sword or something to fool around, and the name is even more arbitrary, but if you do that, you are digging a hole for yourself, so dangerous, so dangerous.

Gu Jing must not have been prompted back then, okay, he thought of a black book at random, but he choked himself enough.

The lessons from the past are there, how dare I not care?

Regardless of the noise of unsealing all around, I sat cross-legged on the bookshelf, closed my eyes, and seriously pondered, what kind of image should I give this treasure, and it will be happy?

The most important thing is that it doesn't like the dark, as you can clearly see from the message, black is what it hates, and on the other hand, pure and bright white may be what it likes, so, regardless of the style, start with a white tone.

Heavy books are not what it likes, which means that it doesn't like the quaint image of a board and a glance, but likes a dexterous and light posture, what fits this setting?

I thought deeply, and then I remembered something.

Bell!

That's right, the feeling of the bell is lightweight.

"White Bells? Yes, that's it. ”

The moment I made up my mind, a picture suddenly unfolded in front of me.

A mountain peak that looks like a bell, with rocks protruding from it, forming the number 63.

The black and white cyclones around the mountain peak, and there is a cemetery below.

The picture flashed, and a small white bell shining in front of him, with dense runes on it, and the number 63 .......

The light flashed again, and the image dissipated.

"White Bells? Cemetery? That's the tomb bell, plus the number 63, and if you have it, let's call it the tomb bell number 63. ”

I thought.