Netherworld Chapter 112: Qinling Imperial Vein (4)
I subconsciously used the Eight-Rope Body Protection Spell, and my body became light and airy. I felt a little nervous, because this is the Qinling Holy Land after all. What if someone finds out that I used a spell...
But I couldn’t care less now , so I gritted my teeth and ran down the stone stairs.
The fog here was so thick that I could hardly see the road ahead after running for a while. If I hadn't had the magic to protect me and knew I wouldn't die from the fall, I would have dared not move a step.
Although the Void Protection Charm can penetrate everything in the world and cannot be seen by anything, it does not help with the sense of direction at all. I just ran with my head down, not knowing whether I was running in the right direction or not, I only knew that I was heading up the mountain.
After running for about ten minutes, I still didn't run into Lao Dao and his friends, which made me feel depressed. Could it be that I really ran to the wrong place?
I was panicking when the layers of fog in front of me gradually dissipated. A blazing sun hung in the sky, illuminating the front with great brightness. And above my sight, a mountain peak pierced the sky, as if it was about to reach the sky. Under the blazing sun, the mountain peak looked like it was cast in gold. I could vaguely see a large hall standing on the top of the mountain. I didn't know what material it was made of, but it reflected a dazzling light like a small sun. And a few figures were already halfway there.
Those people were probably the Taoist priests. It had only been a short while, but the four of them had already come here. It was almost like a normal person running on a flat road.
I looked around and when I saw no one was around, I removed the spell and stood there for a while.
This place has long surpassed the height of the clouds, and the wind is howling and extremely strong. Without the protection of magic, I have to hold on to the stones beside the stone steps to stabilize my body. It is obviously impossible to climb to the front of the building in this situation.
There was no other way. I looked around in despair. Seeing no one, I chanted the Void Protection Spell and disappeared into the void. This was too embarrassing. The dragon crawled out of my pocket and rubbed his cheek with his tail, as if he was laughing at me.
I spit, it's not my fault, the wind is strong everywhere, it can blow me down the mountain if I'm not careful. Dongbalang is so mean, he knew that my practice is not enough, but he didn't send anyone to help me.
In the state of nothingness, any strong wind was just a floating cloud. I ran quickly to the building, but saw two big men in armor standing at the door.
They were wrapped in golden armor, standing under the scorching sun and in the strong wind, like the stubborn rocks on Mount Tai, standing still no matter how strong the wind was.
They each held a spear in their hands, like metal sculptures, majestic and awe-inspiring, which frightened me. You know, I am still using magic, and if I reveal myself in front of them, who knows if I will be stabbed to death as a troublemaker.
There was no other way, I could only retreat to a distant place, cancel the spell, and then climb back up with great effort.
This feeling was too uncomfortable, physically and mentally exhausted. Surprisingly, when I crawled up to them, they didn't stop me, as if they didn't see me.
I hesitated and walked into the hall slowly. When I looked back, they were still like stone sculptures.
It turned out that the little brother had arrived, faster than I thought. A hearty and bold laugh came from the front, and I was startled. I turned around and saw Dong Balang walking towards me.
Not far behind him, the old Taoist priest and a group of people gathered in front of a huge stone tablet, seemingly discussing something.
Knowing that it was difficult for you to climb the ladder, I sent people to pick you up, but I didn't expect that the master brought them back and left you behind. Dong Balang came over, looked back at the old Taoist, then turned back and said to me: But you are very fast, I underestimated you.
I felt a little nervous, and nodded and smiled at him awkwardly, thinking about what to say. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted in surprise: The secret message has appeared again!
Someone else shouted: Hurry up, copy down the secret code!
The secret code of the Emperor of Heaven is the greatest secret of the imperial bloodline in the past two thousand years.
The Qinling Emperor Vein was very powerful. Two thousand years ago, the Emperor of Heaven threatened the world and looked down upon the thousands of practitioners in the world, intending to kill the immortals and become a Taoist. Why did it suddenly disappear without a sound?
Now the secret text has reappeared, and its source is actually related to the mysterious stone beast.
I am still not sure about the origin of the stone beasts, the only thing I can be sure of is that they are all related to the great turmoil in ancient times. And these stone beasts have essences sealed inside them, and using special techniques to break the seal, you can restore their original bodies.
The Wei family once resurrected a ghost messenger, which almost wiped out the entire clan.
The secret stele of the Emperor of Heaven can absorb the essence of stone beasts, but if you look into it carefully, the stele does not absorb simple essence, otherwise, the people in the Emperor's bloodline can easily obtain a huge amount of essence for it to absorb.
From this we can see that the spirit of the stone beast is unique and may carry an incomprehensible energy.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch the jade pendant hanging around my neck. This thing can also absorb the essence of the stone beast to restore itself, and this is one of the reasons why Dong Balang asked me to come.
The people from the imperial clan in the hall were busy in a mess. A group of people gathered in front of the big stele, trying to record the contents of the secret text in full.
Of course, they had no idea what the secret code meant, otherwise they wouldn't have asked the Taoist priest to come here.
Dong Balang also attached great importance to the secret code, and took me over. We did not disturb the old men who were copying the secret code, but just stood outside the circle and watched.
The stone tablet in the hall was unusually tall, and it glowed with a faint golden light. There were characters on it, and the font was very strange. I, an ordinary young man who couldn't even recognize all the simplified Chinese characters, felt dizzy at the first glance.
The old Taoist priest stood out like a star surrounded by a group of old men. No one dared to disturb him because he was carefully studying the inscriptions and seemed to be muttering something. Two or three old men stared at his mouth with such affectionate eyes that I couldn't help but shiver.
At this time, someone cried out in surprise, and I saw that the golden light and the secret text dimmed at the same time. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared, and the stone tablet returned to its original appearance, just an ordinary big stone with two big characters engraved on it: Imperial Palace.
Imperial Palace… I recited it silently several times.
This was originally erected outside the Heavenly Emperor's Hall, but later someone saw the secret text emerging, so it was moved here for fear of mishap. Dong Barang heard my silent recitation and explained aloud.
I said "oh" and asked: What is the name of that emperor?
I don't know. Dong Barang shook his head and said: Tiandi is his name. In the ancient books, only the two words Tiandi are recorded.
So you don't know his origins? I asked .
Dong Balang nodded and said: That's right, the origin of the Emperor of Heaven is a mystery, but everyone knows that he came from Qinling Mountains. And that's enough.
When Dong Barang said this, both his expression and tone were filled with extreme pride. I subconsciously felt that this emotion was vulgar, but thinking about the imperial palace built thousands of meters above the clouds, I suddenly felt that perhaps the Emperor of Heaven was really worthy of such respect.
The eyes of the masses are sharp. Even if an incompetent person is praised to the sky, he can be praised for a day or a year, but he can still shock the world for two thousand years. This is enough to prove everything.
The old men in the circle all sighed and asked each other. There were too many ciphertexts, and the fonts were complicated and difficult to read. They had a hard time copying them.
The Heavenly Emperor's secret text had been presented several times before, but including this time, they had only copied four-fifths of it, with the last bit left that they had no time to transcribe.
Seeing the secret text disappear, Dong Balang stretched out his hands to separate the crowd and walked into the circle. He walked to the old Taoist, first followed the old Taoist's gaze to look at the big stele, and then waited for a long time. After the old Taoist let out a sigh of relief, he whispered: Can the master decipher this secret text?
The old Taoist nodded slightly and said: OK.
Just two simple words, but they caused a sensation in the hall.
A bunch of old men copying secret codes came over one after another. Just as I was about to walk towards the old Taoist priest, I was sandwiched between them. Then I felt like I was being carried by someone, floating forward without touching the ground...
These old guys are too strong.
However, before they could squeeze over, Dong Balang shouted: "What are you pushing for! Can you afford to disturb the master? Get your pen and paper ready, and wait for the master to decipher the ciphertext!"
The old Taoist nodded and said: " Please and give them to me. These characters are too old and difficult to recognize. I will need some time."
Dong Balang nodded, and the group of old men had already taken action spontaneously, gathering into a group and rumbling over and rumbling back. After sorting the copied ciphertext in order, they handed it to the Taoist priest. Judging from their expressions, they intended to let the Taoist priest decipher the ciphertext while standing still.
But... you guys let me go! I'm just an ordinary young man, how can I be dragged around by you guys... I feel helpless.
Fortunately, Dong Balang saw my miserable condition and couldn't help laughing so he lifted me up. Otherwise, by the time the Taoist priest had cracked the ciphertext, I would have been squeezed to pieces.
When I thought about myself turning into a dried squid or fish, I felt like vomiting. The Heavenly Emperor Palace was located on the top of a mountain thousands of meters high. The weather was good and windy, which was the best time to dry goods.
The old Taoist didn't care about other people's attitudes. He stood beside the big stele, holding a stack of rice paper with the secret text copied on it and read it carefully.
Dong Balang was waiting quietly on the side. Although he was not as eager as the other old men, with his eyes almost sticking out his tongue, he still glanced at the old Taoist's face from time to time.
What's so interesting about the wrinkles on the Taoist's face? If you really want to see the wrinkles, buy a fan.
The old Taoist was watching carefully and intently, and I was looking at the secret code that was harder to recognize than ghost paintings, and I was so curious. To say it was a cat scratch was an understatement, at least it was a wild cat!
What on earth is written on it? I can't help myself.
As soon as I said this, I felt dozens of searchlights suddenly shining from all directions, almost vaporizing me.
I turned around and saw about 20 old men staring at me, with anger and admiration on their faces. I couldn't help but feel nervous. Do you think they really want to eat dry goods?
This is immortal writing. The old Taoist priest suddenly spoke.
