Chapter 318 The Three Hundred and Sixteenth Demonic Demon (4K)
The moss fly flapped its wings, stopped on the edge of the bookshelf, and looked down.
The insects in the interlayer resemble silkworms, white in color, with two thick fingers, one palm long, two rows of gastropods at the bottom, and slender and soft golden threads growing on the back.
is coiled up, lying in a nest made of pages.
How to use it?
Li Ang recalled the strange books he had read in Zangshuge,
Dragon,
This kind of insects that feed on book pages and live on words was first seen in the pre-Qin period.
Because of its photographic memory, it can output all the words that have been eaten in the form of silk, and was worshiped as a **** at that time.
All countries have trained specialized talents to communicate with the silverfish.
The higher the quality of the books the beetles eat, the longer the lifespan. The longest record is five hundred years.
But its breeding is too difficult (a silverfish will only lay eggs once in its life), and the number of generations has been continuously decreasing.
The number of people who can communicate with Xixian is gradually decreasing.
During the Jin Dynasty, beetle immortals were still relatively common. Some aristocratic families and even local powerful people would raise one or even several.
By the time of Li Ang, there were only a dozen or so places in Yu State, including the Academy, the Daming Palace, and the Book Bureau, where there were beetles. Some people in prefectures and counties didn't even know that there was such a thing in history.
"In the Han Dynasty, the officials who specialized in managing the beetles were called shepherd officials. They were trained from childhood, accompanied by the beetles day and night, and fed all kinds of books with their own hands. They read whatever books the beetles ate. At least Know the directory.
When using it, the Xixian officer needs to touch the specific gold wire on the back of the Xixian, so that the Xixian can spit out the specified information."
The fly controlled by Mosi rubbed its front feet, and after thinking for a moment, it plucked the two golden wires on the back of Mosi.
The sleeping fairy immediately rolled over and woke up, his big mung bean-like eyes reflected the appearance of a moss fly.
It froze in place quite anthropomorphically, as if wondering why it was awakened by a fly instead of a living person,
After being stunned for a few seconds, a ball of black and white silk was still spat out in a "rustle".
Silk is relatively damp at the beginning, and then dries and hardens quickly, forming a paper shape.
And the above text?
"The Spring and Autumn Annals of Kyushu written by the Secretary of the Western Jin Dynasty, Sima Biao?"
This book is about the troubled times in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. It would be fun for a doctor of history from Xuegong to read it, but it is useless for the current situation.
"Again!"
The fly stretched out its palm again, and pulled out a few other golden threads on the back of the celestial beetle.
Accompanied by the rustling sound, Xixian spit out the pages of the book again.
"Xijing Miscellaneous Notes", useless,
"Erya", useless,
"Hanshu Yiwenzhi", useless,
"The Exhalation Method of the Garan Dragons", the practice classics of the Garan Sect! It can exercise the spiritual veins, strengthen the body, and can possess the power of ten dragons and ten elephants after refining to a high level.
But it is required to maintain a pure Yang body for life.
That's all right.
Um? Why is there an unsuitable version of "Luo Shen Fu" with thousands of words added? The opening sentence is "Cao Pi's grades are not satisfactory."
Your temple can hide well?
Li Ang looked at the Luoshen Fu written by some generation of literati and poets, with a wonderful expression on his face.
But this is also understandable. According to the ancient books, Xixian has a great demand for books, and the content of the books must be meaningful and non-repetitive words.
Take the waste manuscripts for calligraphy practice, or the students' copying homework, and the immortals will not even bother to eat them, and they will not eat them.
Therefore, any force that breeds silverfish will import various miscellaneous books in large quantities. Rather abuse than lack.
There will always be some weird things mixed in.
"If we continue to search like this, it will take years and months to find clues. Forget it, I'll do it myself."
Li Ang controlled the fly, flew down the mezzanine, and lay down in front of Xixian.
Hiss—
The moss filaments are like slender tentacles, extending from the fly's body and reaching towards the silverfish.
The fat and fat Xixian seemed to realize that the danger was approaching, and subconsciously shrunk his body, with the golden threads on his back standing up, his mouthparts slightly opened, as if about to scream,
However, the moss is faster than it,
With a sound of "sand", it covered its body surface, instantly penetrated the skin membrane, and took over its body.
Is this the sea of consciousness of the celestial being?
Li Ang seemed to be in a dark space, with countless light sheets floating in all directions, and each light sheet was a book or an article.
It's a bit similar to Li Ang's own alien memory palace, but it's smaller and messier.
Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, a little bit adapted to the consciousness interface of Xixian, with a thought,
The light sheet in the sky immediately flowed, and a large amount of text unfolded in front of Li Ang,
You don't need the silverfish to spit out silk thread, you can read it directly.
efficient!
Li Ang took a deep breath, controlled the rest of the mosquitoes, and flew to the place where the Garan Sect might hide the beetle, and retrieved the information one by one.
The true history of the Garan sect.
He multitasked, quickly searching for information,
until
Hum!
The strong Buddha light illuminates half of the sky, coming from the direction of Zhaitang.
——
At the same time, the main hall.
"What the **** are we looking for?"
Xia Jun, who was integrated with the shadow in the state of the Psychic Talisman, asked with a frown.
"A clue to go back."
The wine drifted up from the sea, and carefully observed the four statues of Jialan Patriarch in front of the Buddha in the Daxiong Hall, and said casually: "At the site of the Daxiong Hall, the three Buddha statues suddenly stood up and attacked, and then we came to the Jialan School three hundred years ago.
Investigating the reason, these Buddha statues are the most suspected. Especially the one that was lost three hundred years later. You come and see. "
Jiu Fenghai pointed behind the ear of the leftmost Buddha statue, "These Buddha statues are pasted with many layers of gold leaf."
Xia Jun floated over, followed the direction of Jiu Fenghai's finger, and carefully observed the cracked lines behind the Buddha statue's ears. Sure enough, through the cracks, he could see the gold leaf piled up layer by layer on the surface of the Buddha statue.
He immediately realized that the gold leaf craft of this era is to repeatedly beat a whole piece of gold with a hammer, and then blow a small piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing onto the surface of the utensil.
That's why it's called gold foil, and usually only one layer is pasted.
Xia Jun asked: "Could it be that the Jialan Sect wants to show off its financial power?"
"It's not like that. Multi-layer gold leaf is wasteful and will cover the texture of the surface of the utensil. The only advantage is that it is not easy to peel off. Showing off wealth in this way loses taste."
Jiu Fenghai paused, "This is more like, to cover up the color of the Buddha statue itself."
He reached out and peeled off a piece of gold leaf, revealing the true appearance of the Buddha statue. Sturdy, heavy, and pitch black, the material resembles stubborn stone.
What the **** is this
An extremely absurd idea came to Jiu Fenghai's heart. He pursed his lips tightly, raised his palm, pressed on the Buddha statue, and slowly circulated the sea of energy.
Spiritual power slowly penetrated into the Buddha statue, solid, lifeless, without any activity.
Jiu Fenghai breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. Just as he was about to turn his head to say something to Xia Jun, he saw the dazzling Buddha light outside the window.
——
The backyard of Zhaitang,
The monks gathered,
Knowing the abbot and the abbot, he looked at the empty Zhaitang warehouse with a livid face.
"Empty! Sea!"
The abbot was almost snarling,
Kong Haiseng, who was reported to be in charge of guarding the warehouse, knelt on the ground with a plop, and stammered, "Abbot, I and a few other brothers and I have been outside the warehouse's classroom tonight and have not left. I didn’t see anyone breaking in either.”
"Then what's going on?!"
Unable to hide his anger, he pointed at the warehouse, and the momentum of his whole body pressed on Kong Haiseng, bending the latter's back.
"Junior brother, don't break the precept of anger."
Comprehension Abbot slowly said: "There are more than ten restrictions in the warehouse, even if you and I want to sneak in quietly, it is not so easy.
The intruder must be a spellcaster in the Candle Sky Realm, or a talisman master, who can use the extinguishing talisman to quietly burn a warehouse of supplies.
Kukai and the others couldn't detect it, and it's understandable. "
"But!"
Difficult, the abbot squeezed out words through his teeth, "What about the food?"
"There are still crops in the farmland, fish can be raised in the pond, and livestock can be raised in the pasture to supply pilgrims. There will always be a way."
Before the abbot finished speaking, a monk hurried over with a flustered expression and whispered something to him.
Abbot Wu Wu's face changed suddenly, and he looked towards the farmland in the back mountain.
“.”
Mosi flies hovered over Lingtai Mountain.
Wherever the field of vision goes, the farmland and the crops in it are all reduced to scorched earth.
——
The next morning,
The meals provided by Zhaitang are only porridge—it is called porridge, but it is more like rice soup.
The pilgrims looked at each other, and some couldn't help but stood up and asked the monk who was serving the porridge next to him, "Master, what's going on?"
The congee monk showed embarrassment, he hesitated to speak, but the monk next to him replied: "Last night coincided with the fire dragon burning the warehouse, part of the supplies in the warehouse were damaged, but the remaining food is enough to last for a while.
As for"
"Look out the window!"
I don’t know who yelled, and the pilgrims stood up and looked out the window. They saw the farmland in the back mountain was scorched black, and the monks of the Jialan sect were working hard to dig the soil.
The panicked discussions became louder. A group of pilgrims surrounded Monk Kongwo and asked, "Master Kongwo, how much food does the Jialan Sect have? Is it enough?"
"Yes, Master Kuga, you are a monk, you can't lie to us!"
The pilgrims looked flustered. Regarding the famine, they had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run away.
Eight thousand pilgrims and nearly ten thousand monks consume a lot of food every day,
If the food stored in the warehouse is burned out and needs to be re-cultivated, many people will not be able to support the autumn harvest.
"Master Kongga, we all paid the money, and the Jialan Sect can't ignore our lives!"
"Where are the abbots and abbots? We need an explanation."
The pilgrims surrounded Sangha Kongga, chattering loudly.
When the Jialan Sect selected pilgrims to enter the mountain, in addition to young and pious people, and those who were related to the monks in the temple, they also accepted many wealthy businessmen and monks.
Each person pays a certain amount of money, ranging from more than 10,000 guan to as many as 100,000 guan. In exchange for the opportunity to enter the mountain.
After paying so much money, it is really unacceptable to go hungry.
"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient."
Kuraga monk tried to explain, but was drowned out by the noise.
"alright!"
Hong Zhong Dalu’s resounding resounding resounded through the hall, and the abbot walked in with strides, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please follow me and gather outside the Daxiong Hall!"
The prestige of the abbot was extremely high. After he appeared, the riots in the dining hall immediately subsided. Everyone flocked to the open space outside the Daxiong Palace.
When the crowd stood still, the abbot Liao Nan stood on the steps in front of the hall and said loudly: "The grain in the warehouse and the farmland in the back mountain were indeed burned last night, but it is not hopeless.
There are frozen vegetables in the ice cave, and there are many fish in the pond and river. Enough food to support the autumn harvest.
If it really doesn’t work, the Garan Sect can still open the Great Array to guard the mountain and buy food from the outside in an emergency. "
"Really? Great!"
"We are saved!"
The believers in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, but some monks frowned.
As practitioners, they are very clear that the mountain defense formation used by the Jialan Sect has sacrificed a lot for the range and strength.
First of all, it is not smart enough, even the Jialanzong's own people cannot enter and exit the ban, otherwise they will be wiped out,
Secondly, it consumes a lot of resources. It is just maintenance, which consumes tens of thousands of valuable resources every day.
Closing and opening it for a short period of time will cause damage to the formation itself.
Not to mention whether there is food in the outside world, whether it can be bought,
Even if there is, after the Mountain Guarding Array is closed, can it really be opened again?
At the corner of the crowd, Sui Yi frowned and said: "The warehouse was burned, the farmland was destroyed, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it is about to die.
Could it be that the Jialan sect was destroyed because of this? Not enough food, survivors killing each other? "
"Not quite."
Jiu Fenghai shook his head and said: "Although Xia Jun and I didn't find the warehouse burned immediately last night, we still rushed to the scene with the help of the Psychic Talisman to observe the situation from a distance.
Five or six large warehouses were burned to the ground, but the ban was not triggered, and the guards were not aware of the movement in advance.
It's a bit like the Candle Heaven Realm [Extinguishing Talisman] that can release rapidly spreading flames.
However, if it was really the work of the rune master, it would not be logical. "
Ashina Que Teqin thought for a while, and asked, "You mean that burning food can't destroy the Jialan sect?"
"Um."
Jiu Fenghai nodded and said: "Among the eight thousand pilgrims, there are only more than a hundred monks.
There are nearly 10,000 garan monks, and more than 800 Ganqi.
The power gap between the two sides is too great,
Cannibalism kills some, and the rest can wait until the autumn harvest.
Therefore, the Jialan sect will never become extinct due to insufficient food,
On the contrary, it is more risky to close the guarding formation. "
Several people were talking about the possible reasons for the extinction of the Garan Sect and the methods of survival,
He even began to think about whether he could jump in front of the abbot, explain that he came from a future where the Garan Sect had perished three hundred years later, and demand that the mountain guard array be lifted immediately—
This proposal is obviously unreliable, and it is more likely that he will be arrested as a monster and tortured with alienated objects.
Li Ang didn't participate in their conversation, he frantically flicked the iron box engraved with the words "Seeing the Tathagata, why don't you worship" under his sleeve.
Who would have left this iron box that was so strong that it couldn't be broken even with the sword energy of Yinghuo?
If it is a relic of the Garan sect, why is it put together with Kaisuke Lingzhu? Shouldn't it be taken away by the later Jigu's Dr. Xuegong?
If it is left behind by Dr. Xue Gong, what is the purpose?
Li Ang's mind turned. He searched through the Jialan sect's information, but couldn't find any information related to the iron box.
Hum!
One second later, the abbot was still talking on the stage, and the next second a dull voice suddenly sounded,
I saw lines on the ground in front of the Daxiong Hall, like a big net, engulfing all the pilgrims.
The crowd immediately became noisy and restless, and the faces of several pilgrims dressed as monks changed suddenly. They reached out to hold their weapons, but they were shocked to find that the sea of qi was blocked and they could not use their spiritual power.
Tap, tap, tap.
A group of monks rushed up from the corner, holding long and short sticks, and surrounded the crowd.
"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient!"
Unfortunately, the abbot's voice overwhelmed all the noise, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The recent visions are all due to demons sneaking into the Garan Sect. Now we will investigate one by one to find and eliminate the demons."
(end of this chapter)