Thousands of years ago, there was no such thing as the Seventeen Monuments of the Former Mausoleum in the world, but it suddenly appeared later, so it naturally has its meaning. What Chen Changsheng has to do now is to find this meaning. Of course, he also thought about the possibility that this meaning would disappear along with the lost Tianshu tablet and could never be found again. If he didn't do that part of his actions, then his incomplete mind would never be able to make up for it, which was something he couldn't accept.
The Zhaoqing Monument, Guanyun Monument, Zhegui Monument, Yinjiang Monument, Chicken Language Monument, Dongting Monument... The seventeen monuments of the Qianling Mausoleum appeared in his eyes at the same time.
In the middle of his field of vision is the Zhaoqing Monument, and the other sixteen Tianshu Monuments are all around, constantly moving, trying to combine together. It's just that those inscriptions are so mysterious and complicated, those lines are so complicated and difficult to understand, there are no naturally existing lines between lines, and there are no traces that can be found between traces. There is no evidence that any of these inscriptions were originally unified.
He even had a feeling that even if the broken tablet was restored to its original state and he allowed himself to see the inscriptions on it, he still couldn't put all the inscriptions together.
For hundreds of years, no one has discovered the mystery of the seventeen steles of the former mausoleum, or it has been proved that his attempts must be in vain. He sat quietly outside the stele hut, and at some point he had closed his eyes. Still in his sea of consciousness, he kept moving the combination rapidly, without stopping for a moment, which made his consciousness consume faster and faster, and his face became paler and paler.
The world outside the Tianshu Mausoleum is equally quiet. Most of the lights of the Wanjia in the capital have been extinguished. Only the mansions of the princes and nobles, as well as the two most important places, the Imperial Palace and the Li Palace, are still brightly lit. Chen Changsheng decided to reinterpret the news of the former mausoleum. It surprised many people, mocked it instantly, and made some people sleepless at night.
Time passed slowly but steadily, the bright stars in the night sky gradually faded, the darkness before dawn passed, and the morning light returned to the earth. Before he knew it, Chen Changsheng had sat in front of the stele for a whole night, in the Mausoleum of Books and the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven. Many people outside also waited for him all night.
In the early morning light, the viewers of the stele came up the mountain road one after another, looking at Chen Changsheng who was sitting in front of the tree with his eyes closed, with different expressions, some admired, some ridiculed, or felt an indescribable sense of relief. The situation last night was peculiar. Time could drive away all the stele watchers, but it couldn't do it all the time. So the forest gradually became lively.
Some people watched Chen Changsheng shook his head and went to his stele, while others stayed around the stele, just to see what Chen Changsheng would finally realize. As far as the mausoleum is concerned, it is obvious that you can leave freely, but you want to stay again, and it is very likely that you will lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot.
The people in the thatched hut also came to the stele hut. Tang Thirty-Six held a pot of porridge. This noble son of Wenshui who was born with a gold spoon in his mouth obviously didn't do any housework. The porridge was spilled all the way, and a lot of shoes were dripping. Take the bowls and chopsticks.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took the porridge, thanked Qijian, and started eating.
Two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun with white fermented bean curd, he felt full, so he stopped his chopsticks.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at his slightly pale face, and said worriedly: "How can I survive if I don't eat more?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It's easy to get sleepy if you eat too much."
Tang Thirty-Six frowned and said, "Although I don't understand what exactly you want to solve, but since you insist, I know I can't persuade you, but are you really going to stay awake?"
Gou Hanshi didn't speak at the side, he knew why Chen Changsheng was in such a hurry, because the day when Zhou Garden would be opened was getting closer and closer.
Zhexiu handed the wet towel to Chen Changsheng.
The towel was wet with stream water, and it was very cold. Chen Changsheng rubbed his face vigorously, feeling refreshed, and said to everyone, "Don't worry about me."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again.
Although he closed his eyes, Gou Hanshi and the others knew that he was still looking at the stele, maybe it wouldn't hurt the eyes too much, but this way of looking at the stele was really too disturbing.
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The morning bird flew away facing the morning sun to bask in the moisture between its wings and feathers, and the front of the stele house became quiet again, and the people seemed to have left.
Chen Changsheng crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and sat in front of the hut to continue deciphering the stele.
Time continued to flow, and without a sound, it came to noon, and then came to the evening, and the twilight was very thick.
Today's Kyoto is as quiet as the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven. The archbishops in the palace are in no mood to pay attention to the reports of their subordinates. The sheep were walking in the Daming Palace, wondering what they were thinking, and His Excellency the Pope watered the pot of green leaves seven times a day.
People who don't know or don't understand, only regard Chen Changsheng's actions as sensationalism, or some kind of talk.
Those who knew Zhou Dufu's interpretation of the stele and the inside story of Tianshu Mausoleum were nervously waiting for something to happen, or it might not happen.
At least so far, that has not happened.
The seventeen celestial book steles have been reassembled countless times in Chen Changsheng's field of vision or in the sea of consciousness. Although it cannot be said that the changes have been exhausted, he has tried his best and exhausted countless minds. Unfortunately, he still cannot be found. What he wants to find, the world is still incomplete for him.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. He no longer tried to combine the seventeen heavenly book steles, more precisely, he no longer tried to combine the seventeen heavenly book steles on the same plane, but let the seventeen heavenly book steles be placed on the same plane. A straight line formed in the sea of consciousness.
In front of him is the Zhaoqing Monument, the Guanyun Monument is behind the Zhaoqing Monument, and behind it is the Folding Monument, arranged in a straight line.
Then he said to himself, just the inscription.
So the bodies of the seventeen steles disappeared, leaving only the extremely complicated lines on the steles.
Seventeen layers of inscriptions, from near to far, floated in front of him.
Looking through the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing Monument, you can see the inscriptions on the sixteen steles behind.
These inscriptions are superimposed together to form a brand new pattern that Chen Changsheng has never seen before, or even unimaginable.
Looking at the pattern, he was slightly shocked.
The seventeen monuments of the former mausoleum seem to be simpler and more regular as they go to the back. The superposition of lines means the superposition of laws. Is what he is looking for hidden inside
However, the lines on the Zhaoqing Monument are already extremely complicated and difficult to understand. The lines on the latter monuments are relatively simple, but still complicated and difficult to understand. , can never be unraveled, and even as long as one tries to unravel, problems will arise.
Chen Changsheng glanced at it, his consciousness moved slightly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. The sea of consciousness oscillated unsteadily, and his chest felt a sharp pain.
A mouthful of blood was sprayed out by him, soaking his clothes.
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It was always quiet, as if there was a burst of exclamation around the deserted monument.
It just seemed that they were worried about affecting Chen Changsheng, so those people forcibly suppressed their exclamation to an extremely low level.
With his eyes closed, Chen Changsheng couldn't see what was going on outside the stele, and his mind was completely focused on the infinitely complicated pattern, so he didn't notice it.
With just one glance, he knew that this pattern was beyond human comprehension.
He said silently in his heart: Keep it simple.
These three words are not for that picture, but for myself.
In the sea of consciousness of ascetics, how you look at the world, the world will become what you want to see.
He forcibly restrained his mind, and looked at the pattern again relying on his calm state of mind far beyond his age and Ning Rou's spiritual sense that even the Holy Empress was slightly moved.
He no longer tried to organize and calculate those lines, but simply looked at them, so the pattern became simpler.
In that pattern, he saw countless simple patterns like a child's graffiti, countless words, countless poems and songs, countless ink paintings, beautiful buildings in Li Palace, and state religion. The big banyan tree in the college, saw the mountains and flowing clouds, and also saw the Sanqian Daozang.
Everything that already exists in this world is in this picture.
But it is still not enough, because there are still too many and too complicated.
Chen Changsheng silently said to himself: Keep it simple.
He forgot the Sanqian Dao Zang that he could remember only by studying hard since he was a child, the poems and songs he had read, he forgot that he had been to the Li Palace, that he had climbed the big banyan tree, and stood side by side with Luo Luo facing the sunset of Kyoto With a satisfied face, he forgot all the words he had learned, and forgot everything.
Of course, this kind of forgetting is not really forgetting, but a kind of spiritual self-isolation.
Only then can he ask himself a question.
If you were an illiterate child, what would you think of when you saw these lines on the picture
is the trace.
It is the trace of water flow.
It is the trace of cloud movement.
It is the traces left by the geese flying over the blue sky.
Anyone who walks by will leave traces... No, that is the vain and slightly sour self-comfort of the writer.
Snow geese fly across the blue sky without leaving any traces at all. The so-called snow lines are actually just afterimages in the eyes.
What exactly are these lines pointing to and explaining
The objects pointed and illustrated by the snow line are the snow geese at the front of the line.
The objects pointed and explained by these lines are the thread ends.
If there are no thread ends, that's where the lines intersect.
Simpler.
Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complicated pattern, and said to himself again.
Seventeen monuments were superimposed in front of his eyes.
The monument was the first to disappear.
Now gone are the lines.
More and more lines were slowly disappearing before his eyes, continuously disappearing.
More and more blank spaces appeared slowly and continuously before his eyes.
The seventeen steles disappeared, as did the lines on the steles, and new patterns emerged.
— that is an infinite number of isolated points.
Chen Changsheng was sure that he had never seen this pattern.
But for some reason, he felt familiar.
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