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A luxurious carriage of the wealthy Chinese race slowly passed by, Shan Chang stopped and remained silent.

Li Ang also stopped, with doubts on his face.

If it was an ordinary nightmare, he would naturally not say it to bother the head of the mountain, but the dream was too real and depressing, and it happened in the abyss. There is always a sense of foreboding.

Tonight seems to be a day for the nobles of Chang'an to go out together. There is an endless stream of carriages, forming a long queue at the crossroads.

The head of the mountain remained silent, and Li Ang could only wait quietly.

How many books have you read, senior Lin Liangce?

Suddenly, the head of the mountain asked.

More than half.

Li Ang replied subconsciously: I have read Middle Ancient Zen, The History of Western Countries, and The History of Persia. As for the books on tea ceremony, gardening, and philosophy, the students have not had time to read them.

Lin Liangce is a sage of Yuchu's school, who is keen on classics, history and ancient times, and also dabbles in other fields.

He has traveled around the world, visited places in the far west, studied local folk customs, and collected the oldest legends hidden in remote mountain villages that have been passed down from generation to generation.

And based on this, draw a conclusion.

The head of the mountain said slowly: He believes that some monks who have practiced to extremely high depths, by chance, are lucky enough to see through the long river of time and glimpse the future.

However, the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. The sages cannot directly tell the future scene they saw, but can only inform future generations in a tactful way. Give warning.

For example, the prophets in the Far West left a flood prophecy, asking people to build giant boats to escape disasters;

Laozi brought Ziqi from the east to Hangu Pass, and left a volume of scriptures, explaining that Taoism is natural;

The Buddha saw the tragic and gloomy age of doomsday, and left a copy of Buddha Dharma Extinction Sutra before Nirvana.

It seems that in all similar prophecies, some kind of great disaster is mentioned. Including bronze vessels and oracle bone inscriptions unearthed from the ruins of the ancient Yin Ruins, there are also many records of offering blood sacrifices to Haotian and praying for the delay of disasters.

Li Ang was stunned and speechless, and before he could continue to ask, the head of the mountain said: Because of the long history and lack of evidence, this idea cannot be called a theory, and it is even reluctant to call it a conjecture.

The head of the mountain stopped his research plan and prevented him from trying to obtain the prophecies of the Taihao Mountain Torch Language Institute. However, Lin Liangce was still obsessed with it, and wanted to get a glimpse of the future through research on the prophecies.

In the end, he was protectively imprisoned by the academy, and passed away in a depressed mood—rather than enjoying his old age in peace, as the academy claimed.

Li Ang showed hesitation. He only now knew the end of Lin Liangce's old age, and he didn't know what the head of the mountain wanted to express for a while.

Liyuan is deep underground, located under the rock formation, and is closest to the origin of the world. It is normal to have some dreams.

The head of the mountain said slowly: The more intelligent and sensitive a monk is, the more likely he is to be disturbed by distracting thoughts and hallucinations during his practice.

If you mistake distracting thoughts for apocalypse and devote yourself to them, you will easily go crazy. For example, Jianquan monk.

Like Lin Liangce, being protected and isolated is already a good ending.

The student understands.

Li Ang nodded. Lin Liangce was pedantic about heaven and man, and he was erudite and memorized, but he was still disturbed by his obsession, and ended up dying in depression.

Well, don't talk about this dream with others in the future.

The head of the mountain paused and said, Your weapon was destroyed by the ghost shovel?

yes.

Li Ang scratched his head in embarrassment. His three-edged spear had been strengthened several times in the Xuegong Workshop, which consumed a lot of precious materials. In the end, he still failed to survive the battle with Ghost Shovel, only half of it was left.

The head of the mountain nodded and said: In that case, go to Dongjun Building tomorrow to find Ati and ask him to help you pick out a new weapon.

hiss--

Li Ang's eyes lit up, the Dongjun building was full of alienated objects privately stored in the academy, the treasures were rich and the content was so profound, only Taihao Mountain's inner mansion could compare with it in the whole world.

Pick a weapon from it.

Donghuang Bell! Tai'a sword!

If it really doesn't work, Fang Tian can paint a halberd or an ancient ingot knife!

Surprised and delighted, Li Ang bid farewell to the head of the mountain, rubbing his palms back and forth like flies rubbing his hands, and ran excitedly to the Jinchengfang mansion, ready to tell Chai Chai the good news.

The head of the mountain stood where he was, and smiled slightly as he watched Li Ang's back leaving happily.

You lied.

A calm statement sounded from behind, and Lian Xuanxiao turned around, only to see a human face appearing on the trunk of a forest tree by the roadside.

The soul of plants and trees in Chang'an - Huai Ling.

The shoulder-to-shoulder crowd around them, as if they didn't see this strange scene, passed by Lian Xuanxiao as they celebrated the arrival of the new year on their own.

The head of the mountain did not deny Huai Ling's responsibility, his eyes dimmed a little.

More than ten years ago, someone asked him the same question as Li Ang. At that time, he thought twice and chose to tell the truth.

That person is called Junqianzi.

I won't make the same mistake a second time.

The head of the mountain shook his head, looked directly at Huai Ling, and said seriously: I hope you don't interfere in this matter.

This is a matter of your academy, and has nothing to do with me.

Huai Ling's tone was indifferent. The favor she owed to Li Ang because of Nie Yuhuan was repaid by giving Li Ang a tip when Chang'an changed, I only care about our contract.

Huai Ling glanced at Lian Xuanxiao's palm hidden under the wide sleeve, and said indifferently: Your five declines have worsened.

It doesn't affect the plan. Even if I die, Chen Danqiu will inherit.

Lian Xuanxiao took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, and casually threw it to Huai Ling.

The latter manipulated the branches of the trees to catch them firmly, opened the porcelain vase, and immediately gushed out a strong and murderous bloody aura.

Along with the shaking of the bottle body, there was a faint sound of huge waves hitting the shore in the small porcelain bottle.

The blood I drew from the body of the turtle.

Lian Xuanxiao said deeply: Let's try to see how far we can do it.

One day in the future, Chang'an will be sunk underground.

Huai Ling stretched out the branch of the tree, burrowed into the porcelain vase, and drank the blood of the beast that was surging like sea water.

The majestic spiritual power poured into Huai Ling's body, her eyes flickered with a faint light,

The plants and trees in all the mountains and forests near Chang'an swayed and danced, expressing joy and joy.

In the extremely deep underground of Chang'an City that no one has noticed, in the ground deeper than Chang'an Ghost City,

Numerous tree roots are running through and surging, digging up the earth and rocks.