"Do you know the name of that great emperor?" Ye Fan asked eagerly.
Wang Shu shook his head, and said: "I don't know, I only heard a drunken remark from Master Zhang Wu. He was a great emperor in ancient times, and he didn't have a name."
"Listen to my grandfather..." Er Lengzi suddenly said mysteriously, "The reason why the Zhang family lives here is to guard the purple mountain."
"What did your grandfather say?" Ye Fan was surprised.
"My grandpa also heard from the elders, just one sentence, and didn't say anything in detail." The second fool thought for a while, and said: "I seem to have said that thousands of years ago, the Zhang family's "Yuantianshu" was lost because of that. A purple mountain."
"What does "Book of Origin" have to do with Purple Mountain?" Ye Fan couldn't calm down, he really wanted to read that wonderful book.
"My grandfather said that it seems that an ancestor of the Zhang family didn't listen to the ancestral precepts. He entered that mountain and never came out again. The "Book of Yuantian" has been lost since then." He glanced at it, afraid that others would hear it.
Ye Fan's heart was full of ups and downs, that purple mountain had a huge origin and was absolutely extraordinary.
How many people can the ancient emperor have? The extreme weapons they sacrificed can be said to be unrivaled in the past and present, and their power is unmatched. Holding one can conquer the world, and the Holy Land regards it as the treasure of the town.
If the body is in harmony with the ultimate weapon, it will be invincible. If it can continuously provide it with divine power, it will be difficult for Donghuang to meet opponents.
It is difficult for future generations to surpass the achievements of the ancient emperors. There is a speculation that the several ancient scriptures in Donghuang were created by emperors of different periods.
Ye Fan thought of this, how could he be at peace
The ancient emperors forged extreme weapons and created peerless ancient scriptures, all of which are priceless treasures of the Eastern Desolation.
"That purple mountain is related to a great emperor. If you can find his practice method, you will get a complete ancient scripture!"
Ye Fan believes that to be able to become a great emperor, his practice methods are absolutely unparalleled.
"If I can find another extreme weapon..." Just thinking about it made him excited.
However, he quickly calmed down. Zhang Wuye repeatedly emphasized that it is an ominous place, and if he wants to gain something, it may be more difficult than reaching the sky.
Ye Fan left Shizhai again, and after half a quarter of an hour, he came back to the huge purple mountain and circled around it.
"Is there anything in here?" He murmured to himself, but no matter how he observed, he didn't find anything special.
"What did the great emperor leave here, and why is it related to him?" He most hopes that there is an ancient scripture that has not been handed down to the world, which is what he needs most right now.
However, he can only think about it. The power of the ancient emperors is unimaginable to future generations. Even if there are things left, they may not be able to get them.
Ye Fan re-climbed to the top of Zishan Mountain. At this moment, his expression froze, his face was full of disbelief, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
Yesterday morning, he hacked with a golden book and dug a big hole here, but now the top of the mountain is smooth and unmarked, there is no damage at all, everything is intact as before.
"How is this possible, I clearly..." Ye Fan shuddered Lingling.
Ominously, these four words came to his mind, and he quickly soared into the air, no longer standing on the top of the mountain.
"Why is it like this, can it repair itself?" Ye Fan couldn't calm down.
"Or...yesterday, I was deceived by hallucinations. In fact, I didn't really shatter the top of the mountain. Could it be that there are some Dao patterns that are hard to see?"
Ye Fan thought for a while, sacrificed the golden book, retreated far away, and controlled it to chop.
The golden light was lingering, the stone chips were flying, the boulder was rolling, and a big hole was dug out on the top of the mountain. He took a picture of a purple boulder and touched it with his own hands. This is by no means an illusion.
Then, he intercepted a small piece of purple stone, flew into the distance, and quietly watched Zishan.
Ye Fan was very patient. He stayed in the sky for a whole day, until the sky was full of stars and the purple mountain towered, but nothing changed.
He was not in a hurry, he stood in the sky, motionless, his divine sense protruded, and observed carefully.
This place is related to a great emperor in ancient times. He had to take it seriously and placed great hopes on it, wanting to know everything about it.
Until midnight, Ye Fan found that the big pit on the top of the purple mountain was changing silently, gradually leveling off, and returning to its original shape.
And the stone in his hand has not disappeared, it still exists.
"This mountain can grow by itself!" Ye Fan was amazed.
He didn't continue to explore. It was extremely cold here at midnight, and even his physique felt the biting coldness.
Since Zhang Jiashou is here, he must know some secrets. He didn't want to act rashly, so he flew to Shizhai and decided to ask more carefully tomorrow.
When Ye Fan returned to the village and walked into his stone house, he found that Master Zhang Wu was still awake, very anxious, waiting for him to come back.
"You are finally back, did you go to explore that purple mountain?"
Ye Fan nodded.
Zhang Wuye stood up abruptly, and said anxiously: "Don't go there again, didn't I tell you, it's not a good place, it's often haunted there, and accidents are easy to happen."
"What kind of place is Zishan, and what is its relationship with the ancient emperor?" Ye Fan must know these questions.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything, otherwise you will definitely have to search." Zhang Wuye sighed and said, "Actually, what I know is really limited."
"Speak slowly."
"This purple mountain was discovered by the ancestor of my Zhang family, that is, the former master Yuan Tian. He warned future generations not to approach it, but to worship from a distance."
The Yuan Tianshi solemnly warned that Zishan is related to a great emperor in ancient times, and should not be desecrated, and should be respected to benefit future generations.
"There are utensils inside, don't mess with them, otherwise disasters will happen, this is what my ancestors repeatedly warned." Zhang Wuye sighed, and said: "Unfortunately, thousands of years ago, an ancestor violated the ancestor's precepts and held "Book of Origin", broke through Zishan and walked in, alas!"
Ye Fan was even more excited. He felt that there might be a peerless divine source in it, and maybe there would be extreme weapons.
Zhang Wuye saw his thoughts, and said: "There are indeed treasures in the Zishan Mountain, and there are more than one source of gods, but you must not take it for granted."
"More than one piece?!"
Every time the peerless source of God is unearthed, it will shake the Eastern Wilderness, and the major holy places will offer sky-high prices, competing for it, and even bloodshed.
Let the holy land not hesitate to tear its face, it is conceivable that the rarity of the peerless god source, there is more than one in the purple mountain, how can Ye Fan not be surprised.
"My ancestor, known as Yuan Tianshi, knows Yuan better than anyone else. You can determine the dragon's veins according to the mountains and rivers, and you can use the stars to lock the source of the gods." Speaking of this, Zhang Wuye paused slightly and said: "He was tempted to take the source of the gods in Zishan, but in the end he backed down."
"Why?"
Zhang Wuye shook his head and said: "He even thought about asking the fairies from Yaochi for help, but in the end he gave up, saying that he was afraid he would bring trouble to Yaochi."
"What?!" Ye Fan was shocked, and said, "Take the source of the gods in Zishan, will it implicate a holy place?"
"What he said was very vague. I think that's what he meant. It might hurt Yaochi."
Ye Fan found it hard to believe that Yaochi Holy Land was a powerful force inherited from ancient times, and the patriarch of Kaipai was a female holy emperor, who left behind an extreme weapon and created an ancient scripture.
Inherited for endless years, regardless of the vicissitudes of the sea, the ups and downs of the world, the fairyland has no competition with the world, and has always stood firm. Can a purple mountain threaten them
"Under that purple mountain... there are living creatures." After Zhang Wuye finished speaking, his complexion turned pale, and he quickly kowtowed in the direction of the purple mountain, and then stood up, saying: "So, you must not Go, you won’t get anything, if you force your way, you will only kill yourself.”
Ye Fan's face changed when he heard this. There are living things, and his chances are indeed a little slim.
However, there are still some things he can't figure out. There are terrifying creatures from the ancient times sealed in the peerless source of God, and they are still alive today. But what does this have to do with the great emperor? What did he leave there
"I don't know what the ancient emperor laid down. My ancestors didn't leave any clues..." Zhang Wuye replied to this question.
In the next three days, Ye Fan asked Mr. Zhang Wu for advice on how to find the source. "The Book of Yuantian" is a wonderful book. Even if only a small part has been passed down, it will be of great use to him.
The young Wang Shu in Shizhai gave people a very clever feeling. Seeing that Ye Fan was always learning how to find the source these days, he said with a smile: "Brother Ye, do you want to gamble with stones?"
"Stone gambling?" Ye Fan was very surprised. He was no stranger to these two words. On the other side of the starry sky, betting on rough jadeite was very popular for a while.
"Yeah, don't you know?" Wang Shu was puzzled.
"Speak carefully and listen."
"It's gambling with Origin Stone..." Wang Shu patiently explained.
Sure enough, it was similar to Ye Fan's guess.
The stone produced by the source vein is very special, and it is difficult for monks to see through it. No matter whether it is divine sense or divine power, they cannot probe into its interior. Only by cutting it open can we know whether there is a source inside.
Ye Fan already knew about these things, but he didn't expect that based on this, the stone gambling industry was extremely prosperous.
"In the past, our village was very rich. My grandfather and his generation all went to open their eyes and participated in stone gambling." Wang Shu was very envious.
"It's okay, tell me the precautions inside in detail, and I will take you there later." Ye Fan was moved.
"It's actually very simple, there are no rules..." Wang Shu said a lot from the side.
"I want to go too." When Er Lengzi passed by here, after hearing about it, he came over and said, "However, the journey is too far away, and the nearest place is hundreds of miles away. There is an oasis with a radius of thousands of miles. Very prosperous."
"That's an ordinary stone gambling place. I heard that the best stone gambling place is tens of thousands of miles away, in the most prosperous holy city in the Northern Territory." Wang Shu said with a longing look on his face, "Those what? The Holy Land, where half of the top-quality source stones dug out from around the ancient mines in the early days are sent there, it is a paradise for gambling on stones."
"The holy places..." Ye Fan was surprised.
"Yes, playing stones there is the best enjoyment. Even the strong men from Zhongzhou and Beimo have been attracted. It is said that they are all legendary figures among monks." It is the top service, even the stone-cutter lady is a fairy-level figure, the food provided is rare in the world, all made of various exotic animals, rare birds and fairy medicines, the worst wine is a hundred-year-old wine, you can go to It's really a pleasure to gamble on stones... ”
"Cut!" The second fool curled his lips and said, "These are all said by wandering Taoists, and you haven't seen them with your own eyes, so who knows if it's true or not."
"Of course it's true!" Wang Shu retorted, "Have you forgotten the ancestor of Master Zhang Wu, but there was a Master Yuan Tian who experienced all this in person and left behind many legends."
"That's true, I forgot about it." The second fool was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said, "Brother Ye, do you really want to gamble with stones when you learn the method of finding the source? Can you also bring it with you?" I'm going to open my eyes."
"Hearing what you said, I really want to see it, if only I can bet on a certain holy place." Ye Fan said to himself viciously.
"What's so great about those holy places." The second fool didn't care, and said: "Listen to my grandfather, at that time, the ancestor of the Zhang family, that Yuan Tianshi bet the face of those holy places."
Hearing such words, Ye Fan was surprised and said, "What, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's the truth." The second fool continued: "This is something that all the elders in our village know. Zhang Family's Yuan Tianshi has left many legends."
Wang Shu added on the side, saying: "It's all true, there is no lie. The ancestors of Zhang Wuye gambled from those holy places to win Shenyuan. Can their faces not be green, and they are in the mood to jump into the river."
Ye Fan was dumbfounded, what kind of eyesight is needed for this, even Shenyuan has, discerning eyes and discerning beads, to find out, the so-called Yuantian Master is too surprising.
"Back then, Zhang Wuye's ancestors were not only blocked by a source of gods. Those holy places were so impatient in the end that they wanted to confess him." The second fool said these things with an intoxicated expression on his face, as if he did it .
"Master Yuan Tian is so powerful..." Ye Fan couldn't calm down, he felt that if he learned this kind of thaumaturgy, he could let the Yaoguang Holy Land and Ji's claws scratch his heart, which was unbearable.
"Naturally, you must know that since ancient times, there have been only a few source celestial masters in the Northern Territory. By now, the inheritance has long been broken, and they will never appear again." Wang Shu said mysteriously: "Zhang Wuye My ancestors did a lot of glorious things back then... "
"What else is there to do?" Ye Fan was aroused.
Wang Shu said in a low voice: "He bet on stones to become a god, not only made those holy places green, but also bet the saints of Yaochi."
"Pfft!" Ye Fan just drank the tea in his mouth, and sprayed it out, saying: "This is also okay... rumors?"
"It's true, Zhang Wuye's ancestor was too good at gambling with stones. He set his sights on the Origin Stone Que of Yaochi and gambled for seven days and nights. lost."
At this moment, the fire of gossip in Ye Fan's heart blazed, and he asked, "What happened in the end?"
"Oh, it's a pity, Master Yuan Tian of the Zhang family didn't make things difficult for him, and politely let the saint of Yaochi leave. From then on, his relationship with Yaochi is very unusual." Wang Shu looked regretful.
Ye Fan also sighed for a while, that Master Yuan Tian must be a strange person, and he wanted to read the strange book "Book of Yuan Tian" even more.
"No, I have to find a way to bring that strange book back to light."
Ye Fan has a deep understanding of how terrifying the bottomless pit of the ancient holy body is. Every time one level is raised, everything needed will be superimposed tenfold.
He preliminarily estimated that it would take more than a hundred catties of energy to transform from the Nine Layers of the Other Side to the Dzogchen.
If he is to practice the first realm of the secret realm of the Dao Palace, he will need a thousand catties of resources if calculated by ten times.
Even in the Northern Territory, ordinary small sects don't have so many sources.
If it is calculated by ten times the second realm of the secret realm of the Taoist Palace, Ye Fan almost fainted, which is simply too terrifying!
He couldn't bear it at all, it was beyond reason. After calculating the astronomical figures behind, I'm afraid the Holy Land would vomit blood.
"I must get the "Book of Origin"!" Ye Fan's face turned green every time he thought about the next practice.
Without Yuan Tianshu, the bottomless pit of the ancient sacrament would not be able to be filled at all. He had to become Master Yuan Tian, and he could not make himself feel green, but let others feel green.
"It seems that no matter what, I have to take risks and not move the things in the purple mountain. I have to get out the "Book of Origin" no matter what."
"Brother Ye, why is your face turning green?" Er Lengzi asked honestly.
"Nonsense, how can my face be green? If it wants to be green, it will be the faces of those people in the Holy Land."
"Brother Ye, are you really going to gamble with stones?" Wang Shu asked expectantly.
"Of course I'm going. I'm going to bet the saint from Yaochi here. I won't let her go back. Otherwise, I won't be as good as a beast."