To the southwest of Pusaka, there is a white stone mountain. The mountain is not big. It is only more than a thousand miles from east to west, and the widest north to south is only three to five hundred miles. There are many valleys and caves in the mountain, few tall trees, and sparse shrubs. of vegetation.
There is a deep valley in the center of Baishi Mountain. The mountain walls on both sides are covered with ancient pines that are as knotted as dragons. Large vines hang on the branches. Dots of Ganoderma lucidum are clearly visible on the thick moss near the tree roots. The whole valley is filled with flowers. The fragrant aroma of Ganoderma lucidum.
Walking all the way from the entrance of the valley, after more than ten miles of winding trails, the valley suddenly opens up, and you can see a pavilion built with local materials and white jade-like stones, a specialty of Baishi Mountain.
After countless years of baptism by wind, frost, rain and dew, the once white and lovely stone has become mottled, and the cracks between the stones are also covered with moss. At first glance, this pavilion looks like bronze that has been soaked in time. The color is dim but rich, revealing. A simple and vicissitudes of life.
After walking through this pavilion, there is a small hole on the mountain wall at the end of the valley. From time to time, men wearing black, white, and gray clothes come in and out quietly.
Inside the entrance of the cave is a spacious and clean corridor. Doors are dug on both sides of the corridor. All doors are made of bronze, with heads of various beasts carved on them. All the doors are tightly closed, and there is no telling what is being done inside, or who or what is hidden inside.
Suddenly a door opened. A white-haired old man stooped and leaned half of his body out from behind the door. He handed out a roll of dragon skin that still exuded a faint medicinal fragrance: "One hundred secret dragon skins." Scroll, send it to the archives!”
A young man dressed in black appeared out of nowhere, took the dragon skin scroll from the old man's hand with both hands, and walked quickly towards the depths of the corridor. The white-haired old man grunted and closed the heavy bronze door.
As you go deeper along the corridor, the portals on both sides of the corridor become larger and larger, and more and more branching roads appear.
The innermost layer of the final corridor is a huge and magnificent palace that obviously uses space superimposed witchcraft formations.
The bottom of the hall in Tianyuan Diandang is about a hundred miles long and wide. The ground color is a thick earthy yellow, and the round dome is a simple and mysterious blue-black color. If you look closely, you can see that the floor of this palace is cast from brass and the dome is forged from bronze.
Countless fist-sized orbs are inlaid on the dome densely covered with various patterns and runes. Each orb emits a dazzling beam of light that covers the ground. The light beams that fall on the ground are as thin as one foot in diameter and as large as three to five feet in size. .
Under each light pillar, there is an ironwood table of one foot or more, with thick dragon skin scrolls piled on it. Some scrolls are densely covered with bright red writing, patterns and talismans, and some dragon skins The scroll still exudes a faint medicinal fragrance, and it is blank.
Many old people and middle-aged men stood by the desk, holding brushes, dipped in witchcraft ink prepared from dragon blood mixed with cinnabar and dozens of other rare materials, and carefully transcribed on the three-foot-square dragon skin scroll. .
A layer of solemn light shone on each of their hands, and the witchcraft in their bodies continued to blend into the witch ink through the pen. With the blessing of their witchcraft, the witch ink was firmly imprinted on the dragon skin scroll like a carving.
The dragon skin scroll, which is made from rare witchcraft medicine and went through one hundred and eight processes, is extremely tough. It will not be damaged when chopped with a knife or axe. It will not be deformed when it is soaked in fire or blisters. It will not be damaged by termites or silverfish. If you dare to get close, unless the Witch King or a powerful person above the Witch King deliberately destroys them, these dragon skin scrolls can be preserved almost forever.
General geological disasters, whether it is earthquakes or floods, whether it is volcanoes or lightning strikes, cannot damage this dragon skin scroll in the slightest. This is the best carrier that the human race has spent countless years working on to preserve human knowledge and inherit human civilization.
The witch ink, which is also made from a large amount of rare materials mixed with dragon's blood, can also withstand the erosion of time without fading at all.
Everyone was copying nervously, but their writing speed was extremely slow. Everyone's every stroke was extremely careful and precise. Every stroke they made was as if they were carving a knife on the steel ingot with a heavy axe. They strive not to make any mistakes, lest there be any mistakes that will cause errors in the inheritance of the classics.
A young man wearing white linen clothes hurriedly walked into the hall. Holding a large stack of tanned animal skin scrolls in his hands, he quickly came to the desk of a white-haired old man and carefully placed these animal skin scrolls. Put it on the table.
"The Witch Palace has just sent us the 1,789 improved plague antidote formulas that the Witch Palace has prepared in the past three months." The young man said respectfully: "Each improved formula is more powerful than the old prescription. Pay at least 20%."
The white-haired old man nodded with joy and said solemnly: "Well done. There will be a great epidemic after the flood. The Witch Palace can come up with so many improved prescriptions in time. It is really a good job."
A copper plate was suspended in the sky above the hall. An old man whose hair and beard were as yellow as old ivory. His long hair and beard were tangled together and piled up three feet high beside him. The old man, who was obviously extremely old, was silent. Sitting on the copper plate, he looked at the work of everyone below with an expressionless face.
Two young men with faintly colorful lights in their eyes stood behind the old man, looking down at the busy people in the hall with ferocious expressions.
There were extremely small sounds coming from the mouths of the two young men. Only the old man sitting on the copper plate could hear their voices.
"Don't worry, Old Man Shilong, our clan's promise to you will never change. You, and your descendants, can enjoy eternal life, and will not be attacked by my clan's people. As long as you cooperate with me clan, seize the supreme power of your human clan and let my clansmen control the entire human clan, you will definitely get rewards beyond your expectations."
Old Man Shilong looked at the busy people in the hall with a complicated expression.
After a long, long time, he murmured to himself: "I am the commander of the human race's secret guards. My duty, the duty of the secret guard, is to preserve the civilization of the human race when the human race is facing annihilation, so that the human race can The inheritance will not be cut off.”
"But this time... I have joined forces with you to push the human race, which is facing a serious disaster, towards the edge of destruction." Old Man Shilong said solemnly: "My family has been loyal to the human race for generations... I... I..."
The two young men smiled mysteriously and put their hands on the shoulders of the old man Shilong at the same time: "You are not wrong, really, you have not made any mistakes. If you don't do it for yourself, heaven will kill you... For yourself, for your own descendants, betrayal Our own race, we have seen this kind of thing a lot, it’s really not a big deal.”
The two of them wanted to continue talking when a middle-aged man hurried in and bowed respectfully to the old man.
"Ancestor, Emperor Shun is here."
(End of chapter)