Lin Xin gently grabbed the edge of the scroll and tore it.

Suddenly, the reels slowly and automatically floated into the air and unfolded.

All the characters inside automatically appear with a faint silver halo. The characters recorded in it are not ghost scripts,

It is an ancient version of the text that Lin Xin had only mastered for a long time.

"This Kind of Writing"

Lin Xin had a little difficulty recognizing the first few words.

"Moon nerves?" he said.

"It sounds like a practice of scripture exercises, but if you look closely, it should be a sacrificial record. ”

Lin Xin carefully read the following content word by word.

'The moon god shines on the earth to nourish all souls, and at the beginning of the sacredness, he gave birth to two sons, one Shagula and the other to worship the moon. ’

The latter ones were broken, and the characters were completely erased, and Lin Xin continued to read what could still be seen clearly below.

'Shagura pierced his brother's breast, devoured the night, and turned into the heavens and stars, and wore a lotus Buddha on his head. For all sentient beings to be called the Moon Lotus Clarification Holy Buddha'

The following is a series of eulogies in praise of the evil god Shagora, in which a common man asks Shagula in the form of a question and answer on behalf of all beings, and Shagula continues to fulfill the wishes of the people and make the world a better place

Lin Xin skipped it directly, but at the back of the scroll, he saw another piece of content.

He incarnated as a Buddha and asked the Hidden Mansion, why do living beings have despair, is it something they are born with or is it acquired?'

'The secluded house responds with the origin of despair, and those who cannot be liberated will suffer from obsession and will eventually step into the realm of despair and cannot be reincarnated. The mother of morning recitation is irreparable, and there is the obsession'

The content behind is gone, but Lin Xin did see the description of Youfu from the scroll.

The above specific records existed tens of thousands of years ago. And it is also related to ancient mythology.

"Ancient Mythology" Lin Xin had some thoughts in his heart.

"The Field of Despair is probably the Lion Field I've been to. It really fits the atmosphere of despair. There is also that strange black shadow, if you can go again and see that guy, you may have some gains. ”

Lin Xin was helpless in his heart, there were too many mysteries about Youfu. There are also too many mysteries in this world.

"The name of that dark shadow seems to be that Shura?" he recalled the neurotic black shadow he had seen in Lion Plain.

Putting away the scroll, Lin Xin groaned for a while, then flew up directly and left the small bridge.

He walked through most of the mountain, gently landed in front of the Dao Hall at the top of the Formation Hall, and strode in.

"I've seen the master!"

A group of disciples guarding the Dao Hall saluted one after another.

Entering the Dao Palace, there are rows of densely arranged dilapidated stone walls everywhere. The stone walls are full of countless ancient characters engraved with them, some of which are ghostly inscriptions. Some are other texts.

There are many old people holding glass magnifying glasses made of crystal, carefully observing these dilapidated ancient walls one by one.

The hall master of the array hall is a thin old man, surnamed Wen, and he also greeted him at this time.

"The Sect Master is here? It just so happens that we have made some progress here. ”

"Oh? ”

Lin Xin motioned for everyone not to salute and continue to study by himself, he went directly through the side and sat on the innermost seat in the main hall with the master of the hall.

"Sect Master, about the analysis of primeval mythology. We invited the most prestigious bachelors of ancient literature in Nanfu to focus on the remnants of the walls that we brought back from the ruins of the outer lands. Roughly a few more conclusions have been drawn. ”

"Speak. Lin Xin sat upright. Positive color channel.

"Last time, I concluded that the primeval era should be located before the mythological age, a more ancient period. That's right. The hall master pinched his beard and whispered.

"That's right. Lin Xin nodded.

The master of the hall motioned to an old man next to him to take a small box.

"Since then, we've focused on whether there are depictions of primeval in the remnants of the Mythological Era, combined with the remnant wall characters. Sure enough, a lot of progress has been made. ”

He placed a small black square box on the table, which was made of some kind of metal that was extremely strong.

"We combined a few of the most critical runes, tried tens of thousands of different permutations, and finally, accidentally got this one"

The hall master also seemed to be a little excited.

He gently opened the black metal box.

Smack. The lid pops open.

Inside was a piece of silk silk with a white background, which did not have a trace of variegation, and was as white as snow.

It's just that at this time, a pure black butterfly shadow is clearly reflected.

Yes, it's the shadow.

Lin Xin looked at it several times, but he didn't see anything that blocked the light and produced the black shadow of the butterfly.

But the black shadow butterfly was just shining in the box, resting on the snow-white cloth.

"Sect Master, you can reach out and touch it. Hall Master Wen said in a low voice.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand, touched it gently, and slowly stroked the surface of the black shadow butterfly, but what he got was the texture of silk. It's as if the shadow of a butterfly doesn't exist.

"What's going on?!"

He was also a little shocked.

If there was any ability supernatural power to cause such a trace, he must have felt it, but at this time, he couldn't feel anything.

He wanted to release the soul realm temptation, but he was afraid that if something went wrong, he would destroy the butterfly.

The hall master shook his head and stretched out his hand to pull over an old man who was too old to be good, and his face was almost full of wrinkles. The old man had been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't wait.

"This thing was made by Mr. Du, you ask him to know better. ”

Mr. Nadu was also staring at the butterfly shadow in the box with feverish eyes at this time.

"It's all thanks to these remnants of the walls that the Sect Master brought back from the Outlands!!If it weren't for you, we, the old scholars, would not be able to research anything until we die!"

He reached out and gently stroked the butterfly shadow in the box, although he knew that he couldn't touch it, his eyes still showed joy and yearning.

"The old gentleman is polite, please explain. Lin Xin condensed and made a gesture of concentration.

Mr. Du slowly calmed down from the excitement and fell into memory.

"At the beginning, we stumbled upon the remnants of the walls, there have always been several symbols. It will move slowly from time to time at night. ”

"This matter was discovered by one of my apprentices, she has always been an extremely upright and serious person, even the characters as thin as dust do not let go, you have to carefully compare them one by one, and even many times, and treat the real black residue as an ancient character. Make jokes. ”

When he talked about the little apprentice, he was also full of love.

"Is there something wrong with these dust-thin characters?" Lin Xin asked.

Hall Master Wen nodded.

"Not bad. He reached out and flicked lightly on the butterfly shadow in the box.

Suddenly something strange happened.

In front of Lin Xin's eyes, the butterfly's shadow suddenly dispersed, turning into a large piece of black ash, scattered on the white cloth of the box.

A large amount of black ash seemed to be stationary, but Lin Xin's senses were so sharp that he sensed it in the blink of an eye, and these black ashes were constantly moving at an extremely slow speed.

Just because it's too slow. That's why it's imperceptible.

"You can move less than an inch in an hour. Old Mr. Du said in a low voice, "This is a miracle, they are just countless simple characters, combined together, without any power fluctuation breath, and no trace of formation!"

"It's like it doesn't exist in our field of vision, and only through special means can we temporarily see its existence. ”

Lin Xin squinted. Looking carefully at the black ash in the box, I didn't know what I was thinking for a while.

Mr. Du stretched out his hand again. With a flick of the box, all the black ash suddenly gathered again, all condensed into the shadow of a butterfly like before.

"This butterfly is alive. ”

"What?!" Lin Xin was stunned.

"The sect master must have found out too, right?" Mr. Du said in a low voice, and at this time, the rest of the old scholars also came over, and a few young disciples followed.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand and touched the shadow of the butterfly that was completely untouchable. In my heart, I suddenly remembered the Shura I had seen in Lion Plain.

It is indeed alive!

"After research, we found that this butterfly actually exists in another world, a world that is completely different from us. ”

Mr. Du frowned.

"It's hard to understand. It's also hard to explain, but it can be explained in another way. ”

He pointed to the butterfly shadow.

"The sect master should know that there are many natural groups, such as bee colonies, ant colonies, etc., all of which are based on groups, right?"

Lin Xin nodded. "I know. ”

In fact, the study of nature in this world is no worse than science, but it is in the hands of a small number of people. Therefore, it is not surprising that the old man can have such an understanding.

After all, there is even a mystical soul study operation involved here. Knowing the sense of group is nothing.

Du Lao continued.

"That's easy to explain. ”

He stood up and spun around in place.

"We preliminarily determined that the butterfly, its own body, was scattered in an area of a broken wall. Only when we use means aggregation can we see. But in fact, that invisible form of dispersion should be its normal condition. ”

"And there seems to be a lot of existence like this, around us. He said solemnly. "Their bodies are so large and scattered that they are so thin that we can't even notice them, and they can even penetrate our bodies. But neither we nor they can find each other's existence because we are on a completely different level. ”

Saying this, Lin Xin seemed to understand. It's like a dimensional theory or a dimensional theory of terrestrial time.

The bodies of these creatures are so large and thin that their bodies must be condensed and shrunk to a limit before they can be observed.

"Their bodies can exist in everything we do, intertwined with the world we live in, but they don't interfere with each other. Du Lao suddenly paused.

"No, maybe it's not that it doesn't affect us, but we don't know if it affects us. ”

As soon as he thought of this, he seemed to be reluctant to say any more, and he frowned and meditated, but he actually forgot about the few people sitting in front of him, and walked away while muttering.

The hall master smiled bitterly and apologized to Lin Xin.

"Du Lao is like this, please don't blame the sect master, he can even ignore his life for the sake of research, if it weren't for him, we would have to discover the integration method of this butterfly, I'm afraid I don't know how long it will take. (To be continued.) )