"How could I forget? Now that I can project my spiritual consciousness, I can use the power of my spiritual consciousness to find out the truth." After saying that, Shen Luo placed the jade slip in front of his forehead and stuck it to his forehead.
He closed his eyes slightly, and his consciousness sank into the jade slip.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Luo felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and his consciousness actually entered a white space.
He looked around with his divine sense and discovered that in the void of that space, there were actually tens of thousands of golden words floating in the air.
"Could this be some kind of magical skill?" Shen Luo was overjoyed and hurriedly looked at the words.
However, after he read a few paragraphs, he realized that he had misunderstood again.
"On the sixth day of the fifth month in the third year of Nagarjuna, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, I traveled to Tanji Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou with my friends. On the way up the mountain, I heard that a Qingling Xianlu appeared near Hunyuan Tan on the mountain, so I immediately went to look for it. When I arrived, I saw a seven-colored cloud fairy deer with colorful light all over its body. All the demonic aura was completely washed away, and it was actually turning from a demon to a spirit. I realized that it had eaten the Qingling Xianlu, and I knew that this thing was magical. I wanted to capture the cloud fairy deer, either for refining materials or as a mount, but because of the effect of the Qingling Xianlu, its cultivation level increased greatly. Even with the combined efforts of my friends, I still couldn't catch it, which was a pity."
"In the spring of the sixteenth year of Baoli, I went to the Tang Dynasty in the East. When I passed through Leizhou in the west of Northern Juluzhou, I happened to see a middle-aged man selling knives on the street in a city. When I first saw him, I was very surprised. I found that the knife had a hint of lightning. I could hear the rumbling sound from dozens of feet away. But ordinary people could not detect it and did not know it was a treasure. After I bought the knife from the man for a thousand gold coins, I learned that it was made by his blacksmith ancestor. Because the knife was struck by lightning when it was made, the ancestor passed away, which was always regarded as an ominous sign, which caused the precious knife to be covered in dust. It is amazing that ordinary people can achieve magic weapons with the combination of heaven and man. Isn't it fortunate that I got it by fate?"
It turned out that the text written in the jade slips was a travelogue, recording a series of strange things that its owner saw, heard and experienced along the way.
Although this person's name does not appear in the text, it clearly shows that he is an inner disciple of Fangcun Mountain.
Shen Luo felt a little disappointed at first, but after reading a few articles, he no longer felt that way.
He originally liked to read novels about gods and gods and miscellaneous notes by wandering scholars. The content of this jade slip was rich and colorful, bizarre and varied, which naturally attracted his attention.
In the following records, Shen Luo also saw a story about their Tang Dynasty. Although it was not experienced personally by the owner of the jade slip, he also recorded it.
It is said that in Tangqiu County, in Dazhou of the Tang Dynasty, there was a rich man whose doorstep contained a thousand-year-old magical milk, which was bought by the Tang government for a huge sum of silver. The old alchemist in the Imperial Observatory made it into a magic pill that could revive bones.
However, the owner of the jade slip disagreed with this statement and only wrote at the end of the text: "Wait until I return to the sect and ask the master or ancestor to find out the truth."
The years recorded in the text of the jade slip's owner are very confusing, and the regions involved cover almost all four continents. It is likely that the year number of the local country was used each time, and the time span is as long as a hundred years.