In the face of the five cultivation methods given by Ying Zheng, the mud monkey was a little excited, and he opened his mouth to become an immortal.

As a result, he was directly slapped on the head by Ying Zheng.

"I haven't learned to run yet, but I want to become an immortal?" Ying Zheng reprimanded with a straight face, and then spoke.

"These can become immortals, it depends on whether you have that talent."

was slapped in the face, and the mud monkey didn't mean to be angry, but jumped up excitedly, his eyes lit up!

"Can you become an immortal?! Squeak squeak!! So, that's good, huh? Which kind of cultivation method does the master say is good? ”

"It's all the same, depending on which one you prefer." Ying Zheng replied calmly, showing a superior demeanor,

The mud monkeys have bright eyes!

Look, what is an immortal, what is a fairy, this is!

The immortal law says to give!

Staring at the five cultivation methods, the mud monkey didn't hesitate and directly picked up the first one!

"It's the first one!"

"I want the first book that the master took out!"

"This is the best!"

Holding Changning Jue, the mud monkey kowtowed excitedly in front of Yingzheng, and ran away happily, planning to find a corner to cultivate.

As a result, not long after running away, the mud monkey ran back again.

Because it's not literate.

Ying Zheng: "."

In desperation, Ying Zheng had to let Hongwu be responsible for teaching the mud monkey to read and write, and at the same time handed over the other four cultivation methods to Hongwu, telling him and Zhao Tuo and the other three to practice one each.

After completing the cultivation, it is time to select loyal people in the Black Ice Platform to teach and teach.

After receiving this order and looking at the five cultivation methods suspended in his hand, Hong Wu almost fainted with excitement!

From the fact that these bamboo slips were suspended in the air, it could be seen how high the grade of these five cultivation methods was, and now not only was it so easy to teach him, but even let him teach the Black Ice Platform?

What a lot of trust that must be!

Hong Wu knelt on the ground, swore that he would never live up to Yingzheng's trust, and then his eyes were red and he pulled the mud monkey and ran to the guard hall to start cultivating and honing.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Thousands of years ago, the psychic golden mud monkey and Hong Wu shrank together in the guard hall, carefully reading Chang Ning Jue, word by word, almost put his face on the bamboo slips, word by word, for fear of missing any words.

With their continuous research and thinking, there was gradually one mysterious aura after another on their bodies, which gradually spiraled.

And in the Great Qin Xianyang City thousands of years ago, when the mud monkey and Hong Wu carefully studied the cultivation method and devoted themselves to cultivation.

In the reinforced concrete city thousands of years later, there is also a person who is carefully studying this Changning recipe

"After all. Still can't do it."

Outside the window, the grass was green and the sun was shining, and a man and woman in blue and white stripes were playing on the lawn, they were playing with each other, laughing happily from time to time, hearty and pure.

The chirping of birds on the branches, the gentle flapping of wings of butterflies in the grass, the rich aroma of gardenias in the air, and the lazy sun shining down make the whole yard feel like a paradise.

But this sense of joy that seemed like a paradise did not seem to spread into the room.

In the spacious dean's office, an old man with gray hair was looking down at a few photos in front of him with a pair of reading glasses, with a sad face.

"I'm going to die."

"What the hell is this?"

"Changning Jue, Changning Jue is not peaceful, but it's true."

"What kind of psychosis is this, exactly."

The old man muttered, looked at the photo in front of him printed with fine words, and sighed heavily!

The old man sitting in the room was none other than Cheng Yuanmo, the director of the Sioux City Psychiatric Hospital, who went to the archaeological site under the kind recommendation of psychology experts!!

"I shouldn't have gone wandering around if I knew it, what kind of stuff was written in this book, such a messy of notes and words, what kind of Tao can be analyzed"

Looking at the complicated and clueless many ancient photos in front of him, and then looking at the many strange words carved on the underground waterways, the old man only felt that his head was big for a while!

As the director of Sioux City Psychiatric Hospital, Cheng Yuanmo has a rigorous attitude towards learning, and has discovered and named many incurable psychiatric diseases, which are intended to make up for the lack of psychiatry in China.

During his 46-year medical practice, Cheng Yuanmo has been deeply involved in the field of practice and exploration, specializing in accepting and treating various incurable mental diseases, and likes to study many rare mental diseases.

He once had a brilliant track record of diagnosing and treating more than 20 mentally ill patients in one year, and hundreds of mentally ill patients have been treated by him in the past four or six years!

In the analysis, treatment and diagnosis of mental illness, he is definitely a generation of famous doctors!

But today, the old man Cheng Yuanmo felt that he had encountered an unprecedented challenge.

In fact, when he heard that his friend asked him to help, the old man Cheng Yuanmo still felt a little fantastical, after all, archaeology and spiritual psychology don't seem to be touched.

But after hearing his friend's explanation, the old man Cheng Yuanmo understood that it was an archaeological excavation, and he found that some words and letterings were a little confusing, and he couldn't understand them, and he wanted to analyze the mental state of many creators.

That's easy to say.

For psychiatric diagnosis, the old man Cheng Yuanmo has always been very interested, and the more difficult the better.

In his long medical career, his favorite thing is to diagnose and treat many difficult mental diseases, and the old man Cheng Yuanmo is happy to diagnose the mental state of the ancients before to go.

Originally, the old man Cheng Yuanmo felt that this matter was a matter of course, after all, decades of medical career had allowed him to see countless mental cases, basically just by looking at it and saying a few words, he could determine where there was something wrong with this person, where something went wrong, how to treat it, and so on.

And now, I heard that there are many books and traces left?

With so many traces, it's just a diagnosis, and if you analyze it, it's not a problem at all.

After all, when dealing with psychiatric cases, the most difficult thing is not to analyze them, but to get them to speak.

However, Cheng Yuanmo's relaxed mentality, after really seeing all this, gradually changed a little.

Cultivation method?

Phoenix?

All beasts come to worship?

Ying Zheng's enthronement hall?

Dingqin Sword?

Elixir?

Are you sure it's archaeology?

As soon as he came to the archaeological site of Qilian Mountain, the old man Cheng Yuanmo was shocked.

And these are still the First Emperor's?

How come I haven't heard of it before?

However, although these shocks are surprising, they can still be understood after all, after all, they have just been sent out, and they have not yet been announced, and he is the first to know.

When he saw the underground caves and the Imperial Pen Pavilion, he could still keep calm, but they were just some ruins, no big deal.

But when he saw the strange inscriptions in the underground waterways, the old man frowned a little, and began to think about it and fell silent.

And when he saw the last human emperor scripture, he finally couldn't hold it back!

"Where is this Human Emperor Sutra? This is clearly a complete mess and a scribble! ”

Sitting at the sunny desk, the old man Cheng Yuanmo took off his reading glasses and pinched his eyebrows hard.

"Although they are all classics, why is it so difficult to put them together? How is it possible to analyze the state of the person who wrote these things in the first place in such a chaotic statement? ”

Rubbing his eyebrows, the old man Cheng Yuanmo smiled helplessly.

At that time, when he saw these things at the archaeological site of Qilian Mountain, the old man Cheng Yuanmo felt that something was not right, it was difficult to analyze, and he wanted to shirk it.

As a result, before he could say anything, the old man Li Yunshan sent a series of various photos after waiting for him to come back!

Not only the photos, but even the small seal characters of these six ancient books have been translated into modern Chinese, and they have been typed in the photo IQ one by one!

Looking at those archaeological photos and dense text translations of tens of thousands of words, the old man Cheng Yuanmo smiled helplessly, it is not easy to shirk now!

I can only keep watching!

After that, he stared at these photos for days, and he didn't see any of them!

It's too confusing!

I can't identify it at all!

Every sentence is different, every sentence doesn't make sense!

Based on these, how is it possible to analyze something?

Until now, the only thing that can be researched is only one, and that is the guy who wrote these things, and he must have been in a bad state of mind at the time!

More than ninety percent are mentally ill!

But what it is, he really hasn't figured out yet.

"Dean?"

"What are you looking at?"

Just when the old man Cheng Yuanmo was sad, a human head suddenly appeared on the window, it was a young man who looked thirteen or fourteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and was wearing a blue and white vertical striped mental hospital gown.

"It's Xiao Wu, how is it, is it better? Have you had that nightmare lately? ”

For the mentally ill and his own patients, Cheng Yuanmo remembers each one clearly.

"It's been a long time since I've done it, thank you, Grandpa." Xiao Wu smiled and spoke, a bright smile.

"Okay, well done, wait a few months, if you don't have symptoms again, you can go out." Old man Cheng Yuanmo said with a smile: "Let's go play." ”

The boy ran away happily, and when he left, there were many people in the corner not far away!

"Dean! When will I be able to go out, if I don't go out, my wheels will be rusty, you see, the gas tank in my stomach is all good and I don't have gas! ”

"Dean, let me tell you a little secret, I am the son of a bodhisattva!"

"Sir, I think opening a green channel for the leaders of World War II personnel is the top priority in our hospital at the moment!"

"It's okay, don't be anxious, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's the same as a cold and fever, everyone's hardware is the same, it's just an XP, a W7"

A large number of mentally ill people excitedly came to the window to discuss fiercely with the old man Cheng Yuanmo, this scene was enough to scare many timid people to death, but the old man Cheng Yuanmo answered like a stream.

One would discuss with others how to refuel the fuel tank, one would praise the Bodhisattva's son for his good looks, and one would decide to upgrade the hardware

After easily sending away many mental illnesses, the old man Cheng Yuanmo continued to turn around, lowered his head and worried about it again.

Not long after, the phone on his desk rang.

"How? Dean Cheng, do you have any discoveries here? ”

A voice with a heavy tiredness came, and you didn't have to think about it to know that this was the old man Li Yunshan's.

Compared with the old man Cheng Yuanmo, the old man Li Yunshan has been even more sad recently, and finally dug the deep pit of Qilian Mountain, and found the ancient relics and relics of the Dingqin Sword and Alchemy Ding Dynasty belonging to the Qin Dynasty, but he fell into another mystery.

In order to solve this mystery, the old man Li Yunshan has not slept for many days, and his two dark circles are hanging like pandas, as if he will fall to the ground at any time when the wind blows.

"Alas"

The old man Cheng Yuanmo pressed his eyebrows helplessly, "No, I can't analyze it at all, what about Professor Li?" ”

Hearing this, the old man Li Yunshan also smiled bitterly, as if he had expected it.

"I didn't find anything either."

"Everything in these books is so messy, I still don't know why they buried these weird books underneath, and I don't know why so many law scholars ended up writing such a strange book."

Hearing the tired words of the old man Li Yunshan, the old man Cheng Yuanmo was also sighing.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that these things were discovered with his own eyes, and buried under the ground with his own eyes, he would hardly have believed all this.

Because all of this is so weird, why did the First Emperor do this?

What is his purpose in doing this?

Although these books condense many classic transactions of the hundreds of schools of thought, when combined, it is clear that they are a messy book that is nothing.

"But it's not without discovery." Old man Cheng Yuanmo pinched his eyebrows, "I found that the content of these books, whether it is the "Book of the Emperor" or the other five books, the content in them is quite confusing. ”

"But as chaotic as it is, there are some differences."

"If you guess correctly, this book called "Changning Jue" should be the first one to be written, and "The Book of the Emperor" is the last one."

"And if the analysis is not wrong, these people have more or less mental problems when they write all this."

"Perhaps. This is the first psychiatric institute?"

The first psychiatric research institute

For all this, the old man Li Yunshan on the other end of the phone suddenly felt a little helpless.

Looking at the many photos of the ruins in front of him, the old man Li Yunshan sighed and sat on the chair with a wry smile helplessly.

"Dean Cheng, you said, more than 2,000 years ago, when Qin Shi Huang ascended the throne, why did he make such a strange scene?"

"What is the use of these books being buried in the ground?"

"And when I found a few relics, I often found words such as 'cultivation' and 'becoming an immortal', in the pre-Qin period, was there really a existence of qi refiners? ”

Hearing a series of inquiries from the old man Li Yunshan, the old man Cheng Yuanmo was also helpless, knowing that this was the reason why he had been too tired in the recent days.

"Alas"

Sighing lightly, the old man Cheng Yuanmo just wanted to play his identity as a psychiatric director and work part-time as a psychological tutor to dredge up the old man Li Yunshan.

A voice of surprise suddenly screamed in his ear.

"Yes, can you cultivate?"

"Dean!"

"Where did you get these cultivation methods?!"

"These things. I can cultivate!! ”

(End of chapter)