Chapter 279: The Old Man of Shushan

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"Come on, let's go into the Xuanzhen Palace to have a look. Other races have already come in, and sooner or later there will be a chance to confront each other. Now let's see what treasures we can find here." Yi Tianxing took his eyes back and stepped decisively towards the Xuanzhen Palace. past.

Even Thunder Dragon Road has passed, now is the time to reap.

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it, I don't know what treasures I can get inside."

Hearing that he was going to go treasure hunting, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became energetic, and his whole face was full of excitement. The body that was limp on the ground suddenly gained strength, and stood up without hesitation.

"It's such a big palace, the palace where the previous emperor lived is nothing more than this."

Monk Hua also nodded, looked at Xuanzhen Hall in front of him, and exclaimed.

There is no restriction in Xuanzhen Hall.

But a gate stood in front of him.

This door is very heavy.

Monk Hua volunteered to step forward. He was worthy of his innate power. After pouring out all his strength, the whole door made a jerky sound and was pushed open little by little. After pushing it away, what appeared in front of my eyes was a huge space with a wide field of vision, and I could see that a large hall appeared in front of my eyes. Inside, there are bookshelves rising up, and on the bookshelves, rolls of bamboo slips are impressively stored.

"This Xuanzhen Hall is actually a place where books and ancient scrolls are collected. This is a Buddhist scripture pavilion. This time we have developed. Such a big Xuanzhen Hall, I don't know how many classics are stored. It is rumored that the King of Huainan certainly gathered thousands of alchemists. In order to study the way of longevity, we collected all kinds of Taoist and Yin-Yang classics, built mausoleums, and must also collect a lot of Fengshui books. These things are simply priceless treasures."

Ye Zhiqiu probed in, saw the picture in front of him, his eyes couldn't help flashing with intense excitement, his mouth opened wide, and it was difficult to close it.

The most important thing is that what King Huainan seeks is immortality, the way to become a fairy. Most of the collected classics must be Taoist classics, or even hundreds of classics, that involve these things. These things may not be considered much in the past, but now they are in the chaos of the Great Destruction. The preciousness of the classics is absolutely immeasurable. Any one is the crystallization of the wisdom of the sages of the human race.

Bamboo slips. This is the oldest book.

The characters inside should be carved with a carving knife, and then rendered with ink. The handwriting is penetrating. Generally speaking, as long as the bamboo slips are not destroyed, the words inside will last forever.

However, a book on bamboo slips may require a whole load of bamboo slips.

Therefore, in ancient times, it was used to describe others as talented and learned. They are all described as "learning rich and five cars".

The Wuche books here refer to this kind of bamboo slips.

Of course, there are not only bamboo slips here. There are also a large number of animal skins and brocade silks used as paper, records, and books. On this point, at the time, it was definitely an unimaginable generosity. It consumes a lot of resources.

Even to the point of astonishment.

"With so many books, how many ancient books did the King of Huainan collect? No wonder the legend has it that after the King of Huainan 'ascended to become a fairy', even the house he lived in was also ascended. In his home, there were very few things left behind. Knowing why the various rare treasures he collected before disappeared, I thought they were taken away by Feisheng, but now it seems that they should be brought into the mausoleum."

Monk Hua also exclaimed.

For book knowledge, the ancients always had a kind of respect from the bottom of their hearts. Many people regard books as more important than their lives. In ancient times, to read books, they even had to borrow or steal them. Some people painstakingly recorded the books they had read and kept them as family heirlooms.

I can read a book hungrily for several years, and sleep in my arms at night.

It is not an exaggeration to forget food and sleep.

It is those book knowledge, it is too precious.

It is not easy to pass on.

Now that all the books in such a hall appear in front of him, the shock it brings is really too strong.

"Okay, this is the biggest and most precious treasure, the real priceless treasure."

When Yi Tianxing saw it, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

Such a huge collection of books is really unbelievable.

The classics here were carefully collected by the King of Huainan. Given the status and strength of the King of Huainan at that time, the collected books must be from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and even the pre-Qin period. Such classics have been lost in large numbers in later generations and disappeared in the long river of history.

It is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients.

Especially in the Spring and Autumn Period, a hundred schools of thought contended. At that time, the sparks of wisdom produced by the sages of the human race were enough to match the development of thousands of years of human history. The classics and knowledge inherited at that time are even more priceless.

At that time, the Mo family could create mechanical birds that could fly, and mechanical beasts that could fight and kill. A powerful organ city. Farmers can shorten the time for rice to mature. Physicians can see the diseases in the human body at a glance, and the suspense pulse is a legend.

Strategists can strategize and win a thousand miles.

Various theories emerge in endlessly. All kinds of skills have been developed for thousands of years, and people are amazed by them and feel miraculous.

And this knowledge may exist in this hall.

When these thoughts appeared in his mind, even Yi Tianxing couldn't control himself, and he couldn't help but come up with various thoughts.

"Take them all away and put them all in the Sutra Pavilion. This is a truly priceless treasure. It can no longer be measured by value, but by money. As long as it can be put in the Sutra Pavilion, the inheritance of knowledge in the entire Xuanhuang Town will It will definitely become stronger, and the name of the Sutra Pavilion is truly well-deserved. It will be of unimaginable benefit to the development of the town."

A thought took root in my mind in an instant, sprouted, and could not be erased.

Seeing these things is more exciting than seeing any rare treasures.

""Hundred Questions on Mohism's Organs", this is a Mohist classic. It's even here."

Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward and picked up a bamboo slip from a bookshelf. The words on the bamboo slips directly caught the eye.

"And here, "Notes on Emerald Rice Cultivation", this is a farmer's classic, emerald rice, what kind of rice is it, is it a special kind of rice, why have I never heard of it before, it is still cultivated, and it is not known by ordinary people. Everyone knows. News is blocked."

Monk Hua also picked up a bamboo slip and muttered to himself.

""Basic Medicine Classic"!"

Yi Tianxing also picked up a bamboo slip, which was a book of medicine. It records all kinds of herbs, elixir efficacy, usage, how to identify, how to pick and so on.

These are the crystallization of wisdom left by the predecessors. Write down your own experience. It doesn't look like much, but the value is equally astonishing.

""Ziyang Dan Jing", this is a note on alchemy."

A tome recorded in animal skins appeared in front of my eyes. This kind of alchemy scripture is an alchemist's perception and understanding of alchemy. There are even alchemy recipes in it, which is quite precious.

For a kind of elixir to take shape, it is finally created after thousands of trials and lessons learned from repeated failures. The value is priceless. Not to mention, it also contains various experiences and annotations of alchemy. The degree of preciousness is even higher.

""The Analects of Confucius", "Chunqiu Zuozhuan", "Han Feizi". All these works are here."

Ye Zhiqiu picked up several bamboo slips one after another, with a surprised look on his face, and said quickly.

"The collection of books here is extremely rich. Given the status and status of King Huainan at that time, it was not difficult to collect these books. Besides, the Han Dynasty also had a library, and the books collected in it, as long as he requested them, he could not get the original works. Manuscripts can also be obtained. With such a rich collection of books, it is not difficult to understand."

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath and had already made a decision to remove all the books here and put them all in the Sutra Pavilion. Become one of the collections, enriching the heritage of Xuanhuang Town to the greatest extent.

Among other things, as long as the news spreads, it will definitely attract the interest of countless scholars. There are inherent advantages in attracting talents.

The collection of books here is really rich.

"Come here uninvited, you are a thief!! Do you want to be a book thief?"

At this moment, in the main hall, a white-haired old man in a Confucian robe suddenly came out from behind a bookshelf, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand. Looking at the three of Yi Tianxing, they said calmly word by word.

But in those words, there was a power to attack the soul.

As he opened his mouth, Hao Ran was full of righteousness.

People unconsciously have an illusion that they are ashamed and dare not face up to it. It seems that in terms of momentum, he was suppressed innately, and felt that he was at fault. The momentum was shattered.

This is the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

The awe-inspiring righteousness swept over, making people feel the invisible pressure involuntarily.

Ye Zhiqiu and Monk Hua subconsciously felt as if they had done something wrong, their momentum faltered, and they didn't even dare to look directly at the old man in front of them. They felt that there was a kind of burning on their faces, as if they met their master when they were stealing. Needless to say, the embarrassment up.

Even Yi Tianxing froze secretly.

Fortunately, this force has not been able to affect him yet. As soon as it appeared in his mind, he was immediately shattered by a dragon chant erupting from his body. reduced to nothing.

Confucianism and Taoism are best at cultivating righteousness.

Cultivate righteousness with talent. Upright and upright.

"What a pure righteousness, what a profound Confucianism and Taoism. Dare to ask who you are."

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, and vaguely felt that the white-haired old man in front of him was definitely a powerful Confucian and Taoist monk. It was difficult to estimate the specific state, but only by perception, he could know that his body His breath is like a vast ocean, unfathomable. The awe-inspiring righteousness in the body is no small matter. Appearing here is obviously not a simple existence.

"I come from the book. You can call me the old man of Shushan."

The white-haired old man glanced at Yi Tianxing, and when he found that Yi Tianxing was not affected by him, there was a strange look in his eyes, and he said calmly: "You... are planning to move the collection of books here."