Fang Yun stared inside in a trance, motionless.
The aura of those living races is indeed increasing, and this cannot be deceived. The realm and strength can be pretended to be very low, but it is very difficult to improve it by force.
However, there is no free lunch in the world. If one can comprehend the holy way by looking at a finger, what is the point of practicing
However, if this finger is the power left by the great figure Zu, and contains the idea of the great Dao, if one can comprehend it, then it would not be too miraculous to be promoted to the status of a saint.
What Fang Yun found strange was that if this was a trap, then why were those dead meditators displayed
If it wasn't a trap, why did the previous practitioners die here? Was it just a price to pay for understanding the holy way
With the treasure in front of him, Fang Yun hesitated.
If this finger is really a treasure, Fang Yun has no intention of forcing it. He just needs to comprehend some of the holy principles, such as the power of withering, whose uses are unimaginable.
However, as a scholar who was familiar with the classics of the saints, Fang Yun always felt that something in them was contrary to what he had learned and knew, and he always felt that there was something strange.
"There is a treasure ahead, should we take it or leave it?"
Fang Yun lowered his head and thought, countless thoughts emerging in his mind.
Suddenly, Fang Yun took out an ordinary mirror from the seashell, looked inside, and turned his head to look at the mirror.
In the mirror, the treasure pavilion is still magnificent, filled with gold and jade. The finger is there, the statues are there, and the living meditators are still there.
The dead meditator disappeared from the mirror.
Fang Yun laughed loudly, turned around and left, extremely free and easy.
"Ghosts and monsters, just petty tricks!"
Behind Fang Yun, the treasure pavilion suddenly burst into auspicious aura, and divine light was emitted, and then it was restrained. However, a strange aura dissipated from the treasure pavilion, spreading silently.
Fang Yun didn't even look back and walked away.
“Sometimes, seeing things too truly and too clearly may not be a blessing.”
"But it's better than never being able to see through it."
Fang Yun thought to himself and continued to move forward.
This ancient god's treasure pavilion was extremely monotonous. The deeper he went, the more Fang Yun felt that the rumors were true. This was definitely a place where an important figure stored treasures. There was no sign of life at all, like a storage room that had been magnified countless times.
Fang Yun glanced at the wall from time to time, and even suspected that the treasures in the treasure pavilion were only a small part of it, and the real treasures were sealed in the wall that could not be seen or perceived.
Time passed quickly, and Fang Yun hadn't come across the second treasure pavilion for a long time. He was not impatient, but just felt that he was wasting time.
This kind of dangerous place is not suitable for multitasking, and both parts of your mind must be used to be on guard.
However, this ancient treasure pavilion is too dark and closed, too monotonous and quiet.
Soon, Fang Yun felt a vague force influencing him, like an invisible and irritating thought that constantly entangled his mind.
Fang Yun slowly stopped and silently recited the holy scriptures. The strange thoughts disappeared, but as soon as he stopped reciting the scriptures, that feeling would come to his mind again.
To the divine mind, that power was like dust covering everything in sight, as if no matter whether it was people, objects, food or scenery, there was clearly visible dust on the surface.
"Is this due to my restless mind, or is it due to external interference?"
Fang Yun was unable to identify the source of this power, because this feeling was somewhat familiar. In the past, if he stayed at home alone for a long time without exercising, he would inexplicably feel helpless and irritable, similar to depression. Some people said that it was because of lack of exercise that the lactic acid accumulated in the body could not be discharged. In short, it was caused by his own problems.
"Is this feeling real or illusory? Is it true or false?"
Fang Yun's heart was shaken when he thought of this. He realized that he could no longer tell whether he was lost or everything was normal.
Fang Yun looked at the Wen Dan in the Wen Palace with his mind, and he was still normal. But why did he feel this way in his heart? Why couldn't he find the reason for his chaotic emotions
Does it come from within or from the outside world
Is it a metaphysical cause or a physical cause
Fang Yun immediately used medical methods to treat himself, but it was of no use, which showed that this was not a disease of depression, qi stagnation or depression.
Fang Yun slowed down and continued to move forward, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yun used his spiritual sense to check Wen Gong again, with a look of shock on his face.
There is actually a little dust on the literary advisor.
Fang Yun stopped where he was, shocked beyond words.
"what did I do?"
The dust particles are extremely small and few in number. They can be brushed away in a few hours by reciting the scriptures of the saints.
"But... where does the dust come from?"
"Is this dust caused by external forces, or has my heart been covered with dust without my awareness?"
Fang Yun felt a little panic in his heart. The panic was extremely subtle, but unprecedented.
Over the years, Fang Yun has been through a lot of hardships. No matter how unstable his mind is, he can solve it by reciting the scriptures of the saints. But now, he has clearly finished reciting the scriptures of the saints and is clearly trying to find a solution, so why is it that it has been obscured without any trace
Fang Yun couldn't figure it out.
Lines of text flashed through Fang Yun's mind, all of which were the contents of the saints' classics. However, Fang Yun still couldn't figure it out.
"I wrote the New Annotations to the Four Books, which is the limit of a great Confucian scholar. Even the classics annotated by Yi Zhishi are no better than this. Why can't I resolve the confusion in my heart? Is it because my realm is not high enough, or has my New Annotations to the Four Books deviated from the holy way? Could it be that the reason why no strange phenomena appeared after the New Annotations to the Analects was completed is because I have become a Confucian heretic?"
"Where did I go wrong?"
"Is it that my annotations to the scriptures are wrong, or is it that my own understanding of the holy scriptures and even the holy doctrine is wrong?"
"I have carefully read all the annotations of a classic. Am I reading too many books and reading too many different books? Or am I unable to distinguish between right and wrong? Could it be that the annotation I thought was wrong before is actually correct?"
"Or is it that I have taken a different path and created a new interpretation, which is actually a deviation from the Holy Path? Shouldn't I follow the footsteps of my predecessors and not overstep the mark in the slightest?"
Fang Yun became more and more panicked.
"Could it be that the books I have read before have not become my own knowledge, have not been stored within myself, do not completely belong to me, but are just part of the world of strange books?"
"I have done something wrong and committed a crime. Is God punishing me? Even Confucius would not dare to offend God!"
Fang Yun's heart was filled with excitement, and he looked at Wen Dan again with his mind, and saw that he was even more covered in dust.
Fang Yun's mind flashed with those dusty scholars, some of whom were suppressed by his own poems and essays, some of whom fainted outside the Yueyang Tower. He also heard about those scholars in Qing Kingdom whose literary courage was covered in dust or even shattered, and a great fear arose in his heart.
"Will my literary talent also be shattered? Will I die here?"
Fang Yun only felt that the world was dark. He could no longer see the way forward with his eyes. The entire Ancient God's Treasure Pavilion was shrouded in darkness.
Fang Yun felt that his Wen Palace was shaking.
"Am I going to die eventually..."
Fang Yun's eyes gradually dimmed.
However, inside the Wen Palace, there was a ball of flame on the chest of the statue that was almost completely transparent. Although it was like a candle in the wind, flickering, it still emitted a little spiritual light.
The miniature Wenquxing did not move, the Wengong Panlong did not move, and even the Wendan did not move. However, the Wengong fire, which had no effect after becoming a great scholar, was emitting its last warmth and light.
“If you don’t know life, how can you know death?”
"If you don't know life, how can you know death?"
Fang Yun's heart was shocked, and his eyes gradually brightened.