Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 414 410. Doomsday Poem

  When a white stream of fish appeared in the eastern sky, I looked at the old river of stars all night, rubbed his sore and dry eyes, and threw the astrolabe in his hand back into the ring.

   "This stargazing is really not something ordinary people can do."

  He rubbed his sore neck and whispered:

   "I watched it all night, my mind was going to become muddy, but I found the Big Dipper and the Great Bear constellation, but where exactly is the Lu Wuxing Palace, there is no trace at all.

   is really a headache. "

   "You Dao Jiang was watching the stars last night?"

  Amidst Lao Jiang’s spitting out, another voice would sound. Boss Jiang turned his head and saw that it was the old man Song Fan who was slowly carrying a load of water and walking over from the other side.

   "The old man saw that you used the astrolabe.

  But for my bluntness, you are looking for astrology with the naked eye, how can you find it? You and my Liufu Junior Brother are so close, didn't he teach you some common sense of astrology? "

   "Stop pretending to be a senior in front of me."

   Jiang Xia said to Song Fan very rudely:

   "Just say what you want, I'm very busy here."

  Song Fan was not annoyed by Lao Jiang so stunned.

  After talking with Liu Chuchang before, Song Fan seems to have become a lot more low-key. For so many days, Lao Jiang has not seen him leave the cave.

  This guy who likes to pretend to be coerced seems to have become a little more simple. The magic weapon of white jade cigarette sticks that he always holds in his hands is now stuck in his waist like an old farmer.

  He put down the pole in his hand and slowly said to Lao Jiang:

  "This Xiu is not good at stargazing, but he has studied some astrology mysteries when he was young. How can he find the stars in this vast sea of ​​stars?

  Jiang Daoyou, you must first set the three points in the galaxy, and then find the four-dimensional law, and finally use the twenty-eight star staggered rule to assist with the change of seasons to deduce a general area.

  Only then can you start stargazing and find the star house you want to find in that area. "

  He patted the dirt on his hands, glanced at Jiang Xia, and said:

   "This cultivator can teach you the basics of stargazing, but fellow Jiang Daoist can no longer bully my pair of disciples. Is that good?"

   "This is really a miracle."

  Lao Jiang said with surprise:

   "You, Song Fan, should have hated me the most in Moshuang Mountain. After all, I have greatly lost the face of your master and apprentice. Why did you suddenly change your temper today?

  Is this a great enlightenment? "

   "If I say that I have a great enlightenment, fellow Jiang Daoist will definitely not believe it."

  Song Fan shook his head and glanced at the cave not far away. He said:

  "It’s just the master who has been admonishing, and now I have personally experienced the ups and downs of this world. I am a monk. If I experience a hardship and cannot even learn a little truth, I will come to this world for nothing.

  Ben Xiu also didn't want to say to Jiang Daoyou that the enemy should be resolved or not.

   But if we can disperse the hostilities and clean up the cause and effect for my pair of disciples, it will be a beautiful thing. It is because of Ben Xiu's cover and doting.

   Now that Ben Xiu pulls his face down, it is reasonable to resolve grievances with fellow daoists. "

  Song Fan took a deep breath, made courtesy with both hands, and leaned slightly to Jiang Xia.

  He raised his head and said:

   "Daoist Jiang, this revision is known to be wrong, and I will always introspect the past from time to time in the future. Now I want to have peace of mind. Can you talk about it online?"

   "The two of them did something wrong, and they should be punished."

  Lao Jiang flicked his fingers. While standing on this cliff, he didn’t say anything unforgiving. He said calmly:

  "This grudge can't be over, it depends on his performance in the past three months. Brother Song Fan is an elder, so don't interfere. As for the stargazing technique, I really want to learn.

  How about starting tonight? "

"it is good!"

  Song Fan nodded, picked up the pole again, and said to Lao Jiang:

  "Tonight, at this time, this repairer is waiting for Jiang Dao friends, and he will give all he has learned to astrology."

   Watching this frustrated and low-key Song Fan leave, Lao Jiang's eyes were difficult to understand, but he didn't say much, just shook his head and returned to his cave.

  First, I studied carefully for two hours with the master's maker handbook, and after having lunch, I drew a set of deconstructed drawings of moving magic runes.

  Finally, in the afternoon, opened the world channel and returned to the MAGA world.

  He appeared in Rogge’s large office and looked at the red eyes of the black fox sitting on the chair. He knew that this guy hadn’t slept all night, and he was holding a tablet, carefully examining something.

   "Is there any news?"

  Lao Jiang asked, Roger raised his head, nodded to the boss and said:

  "The content of the temple text has been deciphered in the wasteland, and the severely weathered murals have also been roughly restored with a computer.

  The linguists we hired are using the deciphered text content and pronunciation patterns to try to communicate with the leaders of the disabled people, and they are making good progress.

  However, boss, this deciphered content is a bit unbelievable.

  Look at this! "

  The black fox flicked the tablet in his hand forward, and the optical projection module in the office was activated, projecting the image in the air between the two of them.

  Rogge pointed to one of the texts and said to Lao Jiang:

  "According to this written record, their world has gods!"

   "God?"

  Lao Jiang blinked and looked at the alphabetic text projected in front of him, compared with the translated text on the other side, he squinted his eyes and said:

  "Are they truly omniscient and omnipotent gods? Or some super beings who pretend to be gods?"

   "It should be the latter, but according to this slightly exaggerated record, those super beings are not much different from the gods in the traditional sense, or the great monks in your world."

  The black fox stood up, leaned against the desk, and lit a cigarette to refresh his mind.

  He did not disturb Jiang Xia's reading.

  This text rubbed out from the ruins of the temple is obviously a tribal epic poem like a narrative. The language is often embellished with grandiose embellishment, and it is full of a paradoxical feeling of a god-stick.

  This is clearly reflected in the first sentence.

  "The original gods came from the fusion of the sky, the earth, and all things. The gods gave their blood and flesh generously, and we were there."

   Jiang Xia frowned suddenly.

  He hates this kind of perceptual description like a sacrificial essay, but he still reads patiently.

  "They live in a temple in the clouds, overlooking the continuation of the mortal world. In the initial tribulation, the gods protected us. As children, we pay respect to the gods who are as majestic as our father.

  When the first city-state was built, mountains and rivers were also excavated.

  When the first ship sailed to the sea, there were worshippers in the temples all over the mountain.

  The first war kicked off. In the name of God, holding the priests bestowed by power, they also went into battle.

  That was the first era.

  Everything in the world operates in the name of the gods.

  We build, we sing, we fight.

  Only for the will of the gods. "

   "Well, I can't read this stuff, probably because I don't have enough art cells."

  Lao Jiang gave up after reading a paragraph.

  He rubbed his forehead, looked at the grinning black fox, and said:

  "Help me summarize this epic.

  This thing seems to be that they are summing up their own civilization development history. When the end comes, do they plan to use this method to leave traces of their civilization?

  Do they want to be remembered? "

   "Well, that's correct."

  Rogge spit out smoke rings and concluded to boss Jiang:

   "But wanting to be remembered is just one reason these people leave poems. Another reason is that they know very well that their civilization is coming to an end.

  But they also seem to know that some ordinary people can survive the end of the world.

  So those priests who went to death in the name of gods left this to let ordinary people who survived, don’t forget their glorious times.

  Boss, the disabled people we found, in theory, should be the descendants of the first ancestors of the second era of that world.

  They should have inherited the knowledge of the first era that was destroyed by natural disasters from this poem.

  But things went wrong.

  The ecosystem of that world was destroyed by natural disasters too badly. Ordinary people of the First Era died directly 99% in the ecological disaster when the end came.

  This led to the high hopes of the civilization of the Second Age, after the end, regressing to the barbaric tribal era.

   is very similar to our wasteland situation.

  But they are worse. "

   "Well, I can understand that way."

   Jiang Xia lying on the sofa behind him, he asked:

   "Then how far their civilization has developed when the natural disaster comes? And what exactly is the natural disaster?"

   "A pretty good degree."

  The black fox pointed to the poem in the optical projection and said:

  "If their records are not too exaggerated.

  When the doomsday comes, they have used magic-like power to complete the world exploration and establish a theocratic empire of ‘God-Mortal’.

  The three empires are divided into different gods, dividing 75% of the world's territories and oceans. In their civilization, the total life of more than 2 billion people.

   also produced a magic battleship similar to a flying machine, which can sail in the sky, but it is still hundreds of years away from entering the stars.

  As for the natural disasters that destroy civilization.

  Boss can look at this. "

  Rogge snapped his fingers, and the optical projection in front of him suddenly changed, projecting the restored mural in front of Lao Jiang's eyes. The technique used in this mural was quite vivid.

  It describes a war.

  The mortal warriors are sitting on the flying battleship, rushing to the battlefield mightily, while the clouds above are led by giants blessed with aura.

  Their forces are divided into three legions, and their clothing and styles are not the same.

   probably refers to three theocratic empires.

  On the other side of the mural, the same space was used to depict their enemies. What Lao Jiang did not expect was that their enemies were not weird beasts or monsters.

  Is people!

   People who look exactly the same as them, but the murals are painted with pure black, and those people and their army are painted completely black.

  In the clouds behind them, there are also smoky gods helping in the fight, and the eyes of those gods are painted red.

  This scene made Lao Jiang's eyes narrowed.

  He has seen such a scene!

  He has a deep memory.

   "Enchanted!"

  He said in a deep voice:

  "This depicts demonized gods and mortals."

"Correct."

  The black fox nodded. He moved the mural in the optical projection to zoom in on the corner of the picture, which depicts a glorious temple on a high mountain.

  There are a large number of weeping people who are led into it by the priests.

  In that vivid mural, the temple was shining with light, and around that light, there were several figures that made Lao Jiang rise up suddenly.

  He walked to the front of the projection and took a closer look.

  The human figures are emphatically outlined, and are more refined than the other images in the screen. They are drawn with sacrificial movements, seeming to maintain the light that envelopes the temple.

  And their dresses are completely different from other human robes, and there are subtle embellishments on the robes.

   "Mo family!"

  Lao Jiang said:

  "This kind of Taoist robe is only worn by the Mo family!

  This once again confirms the demon written records that Liu Hui translated before. At present, it is certain that when the world’s end of natural disasters arrives, the people of the Mo family’s immortal gate will really help them.

  From this inference, Dvor’s previous guess of the Demon Walker is also correct. "

   Jiang Xia stood up, moved his fingers, and looked at the MAGA world outside the window. He said:

  "A thousand years ago, my ancestors entered the M world, not for plunder or destruction, they also came to save the world.

  Like them, appearing in that world.

  But the apocalyptic forms of the two worlds are obviously different. The MAGA world has survived, or in other words, the apocalypse belonging to this world has been set back? Or was it resolved? "

  "We lack the necessary information to make a reasonable guess. However, boss, there is another very interesting thing in this epic left by the ancestors, which may be of interest to you."

  The black fox pressed the cigarette **** out in the ashtray, and he whispered to Lao Jiang:

   "Using their words to pronounce, they call the power that destroys their civilization a waste!"

  (End of this chapter)