Thousands of years ago, there was no saying in the world that there were seventeen monuments of the former tomb, but then it suddenly appeared, which naturally has its meaning, and what Chen Changsheng wants to do now is to find this meaning. Of course, he also thought that this meaning was very likely to disappear with the lost Heavenly Book Tablet and never be found again, but if he now knew that the process of unlocking the Heavenly Book Tablet was not complete, but he didn't even try to find the lost part, then the defect in his mind would never be able to make up for it, which was something he couldn't accept.

Zhaoqing Monument, Guanyun Monument, Zhegui Monument, Yinjiang Monument, Chicken Language Monument, Dongting Monument...... The seventeen monuments of the former tomb appeared in his eyes at the same time.

In the center of his vision was the Zhaoqing Monument, and the other sixteen Heavenly Book Monuments were around, constantly moving, trying to put them together. It's just that those inscriptions are so mysterious and complex, those lines are so complicated and incomprehensible, there are no naturally existing lines between the lines, and there are no traces that can be found between the traces, no matter how he assembles them, he can't see any evidence of the original unity of these inscriptions.

He even had a feeling that even if the broken stele was restored to its original state, and then let himself see the inscriptions on it, he still couldn't put all the inscriptions together.

For hundreds of years, no one has ever discovered the mystery of the seventeen steles of the former tomb, or it has been explained that his attempts must be in vain, he sat quietly outside the stele, I don't know when he has closed his eyes, the seventeen heavenly book steles are still in his sea of consciousness constantly moving and combining rapidly, without stopping for a moment, which makes his divine sense consume faster and faster, and his face is more and more pale.

The world outside the Tianshu Mausoleum is also quiet, most of the lights in Kyoto have been extinguished, only the mansions of the princes and nobles, the imperial palace and the palace, the two most important places are still brightly lit, Chen Changsheng decided to reinterpret the news of the former mausoleum, which surprised many people, and made some people unable to sleep all night.

Time passed slowly but firmly, the brilliant stars in the night sky gradually faded, after the darkness before dawn, the morning light returned to the earth, unconsciously, Chen Changsheng had been sitting in front of the stele for a whole night, and many people in the Tianshu Mausoleum and outside the Tianshu Mausoleum also waited for him all night.

The morning light was faint, and the people who viewed the monument came up from the mountain road one after another, looking at Chen Changsheng who was sitting in front of the tree with his eyes closed, with different expressions, or admiration, or mockery, or an indescribable sense of relief. Last night was a strange situation, and the light of the year could drive all the visitors away, but it could not be done all the time. So the forest gradually became lively.

Some people looked at Chen Changsheng and shook his head and went to his monument, while some people stayed around the monument to see what Chen Changsheng could realize in the end, they gloated and thought that Chen Changsheng had finished the previous mausoleum yesterday, and he could leave in style, but he wanted to stay again, and it was very likely that he would lift a stone and hit his own feet. (Note)

The people in the thatched hut also came to the monument. Tang Thirty-six was holding a pot of porridge. This noble son of Wenshui, who was born with a golden spoon, obviously did not do any housework, the porridge water was splashed all the way, and there was a lot of drenching on his shoes, looking a little wolf-bèi, folding his sleeves and carrying side dishes and steamed buns, and Qijian was holding dishes and chopsticks.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took the porridge, thanked Qijian, and then began to eat.

Two bowls of gruel, and a steamed bun with white bean curd, he felt that he was seven points full, so he stopped chopsticks.

Tang Thirty-six looked at his slightly pale face and said worriedly, "How can you withstand it if you don't eat more?"

Chen Changsheng said: "It's easy to get sleepy if you eat too much. ”

Tang Thirty-six frowned and said, "Although I don't understand what you want to solve, since you insist, I know that there is no way to persuade you, but are you really ready to stay awake?"

Gou Hanshi didn't speak, he knew why Chen Changsheng was in such a hurry, because the day of Zhou Yuan's opening was getting closer and closer.

Fold his sleeves and hand the wet towel to Chen Changsheng.

The towel was wet with stream water, it was very cold, Chen Changsheng rubbed his face vigorously, felt a little refreshed, and said to everyone: "You don't have to worry about me. ”

With that, he closed his eyes again.

Although he closed his eyes, Gou Hanshi and the others knew that he was still looking at the monument, or that it wouldn't hurt his eyes too much, but this method of viewing the monument was too hurtful.

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The morning birds flew away in the morning sun, to bask in the wetness between the wings, and the stele was quiet again, and people seemed to have left.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes cross-legged, sat in front of the house and continued to unravel the monument.

Time continued to flow, and quietly it came to noon, and then to evening, and the twilight was very thick.

Today's Kyoto is as quiet as the Tianshu Mausoleum, the archbishops in the palace are not in the mood to pay attention to the reports of their subordinates, the ministers in the court have no heart to deal with government affairs at all, Mo Yu's speed of reading the chapter is strictly declining, and the holy queen is strolling in the Daming Palace with the black sheep, I don't know what she is thinking, the Pope watered the pot of green leaves seven times a day.

People who don't know or understand only regard Chen Changsheng's actions as grandstanding or some kind of talking point.

The people who knew that Zhou Du's husband had solved the monument and knew the inside story of the Tianshu Tomb were nervously waiting for something to happen, or it couldn't happen.

At least until now, that hasn't happened.

Seventeen Heavenly Book Tablets have been recombined countless times in Chen Changsheng's vision or sea of knowledge, although it cannot be said that there are endless changes, but he has done his best and lost countless minds, but unfortunately, he still failed to find what he wanted to find, and the world is still incomplete to him.

Suddenly, a light flashed through his mind. He no longer tried to combine the seventeen Heavenly Book Tablets together, more precisely, he no longer tried to combine the seventeen Heavenly Book Tablets on the same plane, but let the seventeen Heavenly Book Tablets line up in a straight line in his sea of knowledge.

In front of him is the Zhaoqing Monument, the Guanyun Monument is behind the Zhaoqing Monument, and then behind it is the folding and hanging Monument, which is arranged in a straight line in turn.

Then he said to himself, just the inscription.

As a result, the steles of the seventeen steles disappeared, leaving only the extremely complicated lines on the steles.

Seventeen layers of inscriptions, from near and far, floated in front of him.

Looking through the inscriptions of the Zhaoqing Monument, you can see the inscriptions of the sixteen monuments behind.

These inscriptions were superimposed to form a brand new pattern that Chen Changsheng had never seen before, and could not even imagine.

He looked at the pattern, and his heart shook slightly.

The seventeen monuments of the former mausoleum, the more you go to the back, the simpler it seems, the more regular, the superposition of lines, which means the superposition of rules, is the thing he is looking for hidden inside?

However, the lines on the Zhaoqing stele are already extremely complicated and difficult to solve, and the lines of the stele behind are relatively simple, still complex and difficult to solve, so superimposed to form a pattern, which is even more complex countless times, with the spiritual power of human beings, it can never be solved, and even as long as you try to solve it, there will be problems.

Chen Changsheng glanced at it, his consciousness moved slightly, and he was extremely uncomfortable, his consciousness oscillated uneasily, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from him, wetting his clothes.

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It was always quiet, as if there was no one around the monument, and there was a burst of exclamations.

It just seemed that they were worried about affecting Chen Changsheng, so those people forcibly suppressed the exclamation extremely low.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and couldn't see the situation outside the monument, and his mind was all on the infinitely complex pattern, and he didn't notice this.

Just by looking at it, he knew that this pattern could not be solved by man.

He said silently in his heart: Simpler.

These three words are not said to the picture, but to themselves.

In the sea of consciousness of the cultivator, how you see the world, the world will become what you want to see.

He forcibly retracted his mind, and looked at the pattern again with a calm state of mind far beyond his age and a quiet and gentle consciousness that even the Holy Queen Mother was slightly moved at the beginning.

He no longer tried to sort out and calculate the lines, but simply looked at them, and the pattern became simpler.

In that pattern, he saw countless simple patterns like children's graffiti, countless words, countless poems and songs, countless ink and blue, beautiful buildings in the palace, big banyan trees in the National Education Academy, high mountains and flowing clouds, and three thousand treasures.

Everything that has existed in this world is in this picture.

But it's still not enough, because it's still too much, it's too complicated.

Chen Changsheng silently said to himself: It's simpler.

He forgot the three thousand treasures that he could only remember by studying hard since he was a child, forgot the poems and songs he had read, forgot that he had been to the palace, forgot that he had climbed the big banyan tree, and looked satisfied with the sunset in Kyoto side by side, forgot all the words he had learned, and forgot all of them.

Of course, this kind of forgetfulness is not really forgetfulness, but a kind of spiritual self-isolation.

Only then will he be able to ask himself a question.

If you are an illiterate child, what will you think of when you see these lines on the picture?

It's a trace.

It is a trace of the flow of water.

It is a trace of cloud movement.

It is a flock of geese flying by, leaving traces above the blue sky.

Whoever walks through will leave a trace...... No, that's the articleist's vain and slightly sour self-consolation.

The snow geese flew across the blue sky, leaving no traces at all, and the so-called snow line was actually just an afterimage in the eyes.

What exactly do these lines point to?

The snow line points to and describes the snow geese at the top of the line.

These lines point to and illustrate the object that is the head of the line.

If there is no thread, that's where the lines intersect.

Keep it simple.

Chen Changsheng stared at the incomparably complex pattern and said to himself again.

Seventeen monuments were superimposed in front of his eyes.

The monument was the first to disappear.

What disappears now are the lines.

More and more lines slowly faded before his eyes, and they kept disappearing.

More and more blank spaces appeared slowly and constantly before his eyes.

Seventeen monuments disappeared, as did the lines on the monuments, and new patterns were created.

-- That's a myriad of isolated points.

Chen Changsheng was pretty sure he hadn't seen the pattern.

But for some reason, he felt something familiar.

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(Note: I thought about that sentence for a long time, and I couldn't find a suitable description, in fact, the most expressive, it should be those people who think that Chen Changsheng is: pretending to be stupid, but you can't write it like this, isn't it?The reason why I specifically mention this is because I am often said this sentence, well, but I still like Chen Changsheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is summarized by QQ sugar classmates, and it should be viewed as such, and everyone understands the meaning of the name of this chapter, not only referring to the monument, but also referring to the concept, and insisting on the concept that you think is correct, which is very important.) There is also an ad in the air. It is reported that the OL game will officially launch the internal test at 17 o'clock on November 7th. That's right, it's three days later, and time flies...... In the end, this chapter is a bit bitter and will be a little later in the next chapter. ）