Immortal Sword Master

Lin Xin gently grasped the edge of the scroll, tearing it.

Suddenly the scroll slowly floats up and unfolds.

All the characters inside appear a faint silver halo. The characters recorded are not ghost texts,

It is an ancient version of the text that Lin Xin only grasped recently.

"This text ..."

Lin Xin recognized the first few words with some difficulty.

"Month ... God ... the sutra?" He said aloud.

"It sounds like practicing Scripture, but ... it looks like it should be a sacrificial record."

Lin Xin carefully read the following word by word.

‘The moon **** shines on the earth ..... to nourish all spirits. At the beginning of the sacred, there were two sons, one is Shagula, and the other is worshipping the moon. ’

The back was broken, and the characters were completely erased. Lin Xin continued to read the following and continued to read.

‘Sakura stabbed his brother ’s chest, devoured the night, turned into stars, and wore a lotus Buddha. To clarify the holy Buddha for the living beings called Yuelian ... ’

The following is a series of eulogies in praise of the evil deity of Shagula. One of the civilians asked Shagula in the form of a question and answer on behalf of all beings. Shagula continues to meet the aspirations of the people and make the world a better place.

After Lin Xin skipped it directly, he saw another paragraph at the end of the scroll.

‘He turned into a Buddha and asked Youfu, why is there a despair for the soul? Is it born or acquired? ’

‘Yufu responds to the cause of despair, the person who cannot be relieved, suffers from obsession, and will eventually step into the cause of despair, unable to reincarnate. The mother of morning chanting ca n’t be recovered, there ’s the devotee ’s ..... ’

The latter content is gone, but Lin Xin actually saw the description of Youfu from the scroll.

The specific records above existed tens of thousands of years ago, and they are also related to ancient myths.

"Ancient myth ..." Lin Xin had some thoughts in his mind.

"The source of despair is likely to be the Shiobara I've been to. There is indeed an atmosphere of despair. There is also that weird shadow. If you can go again, see that guy. There may be some gain."

Lin Xin felt helpless. There are too many mysteries about Youfu, and there are too many mysteries in this world.

"The name of that shadow seems to be that of Shura?" He recalled the neurotic shadow that he had seen in Lion Original.

Put away the scroll, Lin Xin groaned for a while. Fly straight up and leave the bridge.

He crossed most of the mountain. Gently landed in front of the hall on the peak of Zhentang Peak and strode in.

"I've seen Palm Teacher!"

A group of disciples guarding the Taoist Temple saluted.

Entering the Tao Palace, there are rows of shabby stone walls lined up neatly. The stone wall is full of countless ancient characters. Some are ghost writings, some are other languages.

Many older people are holding glass magnifying glasses made of crystal. Watching these dilapidated ancient walls one by one.

Zhentangtang is a thin old man with a surname of Wen, who is also greeted at this time.

"The lord is here? It just so happens that we are here."

"Oh? Come and listen."

Lin Xin signaled everyone not to salute. Continuing his own research, he went straight from the side. He Wentang master sat on the innermost seat of the hall.

"Sovereign, for the analysis of ancient myths, we invited the most famous bachelor of ancient literature in Nanfu. We concentrated on analyzing these remnants we brought back from the remains of the outer domain. Some conclusions were drawn.

"Please." Lin Xin straightened up.

"The last conclusion was that the Archaic era should be before the mythological age, and more ancient. That's right." The owner of Wentang whispered a beard.

"That's right." Lin Xin nodded.

The owner of Wentang motioned for an old man to pick up a small box.

"Since then, we have focused on studying whether there is a description of Archaic in the relics of the mythological era. Combining the characters of the residual wall here, it really has made great progress."

He put a small black box in his hand on the table, and the box was made of some extremely strong metal.

"We combined several of the most critical runes, tried tens of thousands of different permutations and combinations, and finally, we got this by accident ..."

The Wentang Lord also seemed to be a little excited.

He gently opened the black metal box.

With a snap, the lid popped open.

Inside it was a piece of white silk shrew. This silk shred had no trace of mottled color, just as white as snow.

But at this moment, a pure black butterfly shadow is clearly reflected.

Yes, it is the shadow.

Lin Xin watched it several times repeatedly, but did not see anything that blocked the light and produced a dark shadow of the butterfly.

But the shadowy butterfly was so brightly reflected in the box, stopped on the white cloth.

"Sovereign, you can reach out and touch." Wentang Lord whispered.

Lin Xin reached out and touched it gently, stroking slowly on the surface of the Black Shadow Butterfly, but getting the texture of silk silk. It's as if the shadow of the butterfly doesn't exist at all.

"How is this going?!"

He was also a bit shocked.

If there is any ability to make such traces of magical power, he must be able to feel it, but at this time he can't feel anything.

He wanted to release the soul realm temptation, but was afraid that if something went wrong, he would destroy the butterfly.

The Wentang master shook his head and stretched out an old man who was too old and almost covered with wrinkles. The old man waited a little longer and could not wait.

"This thing was made by Mr. Du, please ask him more clearly."

The old Mr. Du was staring at the butterfly shadow in the box eagerly.

"Thanks to these remnants of the ruins brought by the sovereign from the outer world! If not for you, we old scholars are afraid that we will not be able to study anything until we die!"

He reached out and stroked the butterfly's shadow in the box lightly. Although he knew he could not touch it, he still had joy and longing in his eyes.

"Old gentleman, please also ask for confusion." Lin Xinning focused his attention.

Mr. Du slowly calmed down from the excitement and fell into memories.

"At first, we accidentally discovered that on these residual walls, there were always a few symbols that would slowly move from time to time at night."

"This incident was discovered by one of my little apprentices. She has always been a very serious and serious person, and she has not let go of even the dusty characters. I have to carefully compare them one by one. Even many times. Use the real black residue as an old-fashioned character and make a joke. "

When he talked about the apprentice, he was also full of love.

"Is something wrong with these dusty characters?" Lin Xin asked.

Wentang master nodded.

"Yes." He reached out and gently waved the butterfly shadow in the box.

Suddenly something strange happened.

In front of Lin Xin's eyes, the butterfly's shadow suddenly spread out. Turned into a large black ash, scattered on the white cloth of the box.

A large amount of black and gray seemed to be motionless. But how sharp Lin Xin's senses were, he blinked and felt that these black and gray were moving at a slow to extreme speed. Constantly moving.

It's just that it's too slow to make it imperceptible.

"You can move less than an inch in an hour," Mr. Du Lao whispered. "This is a miracle. They are simply countless characters combined together. There is no breath of power and no trace of formation!"

"It's like it didn't exist in our field of vision. Only by special means can we temporarily see its existence."

Lin Xin squinted and looked at the black and gray in the box carefully. I didn't know what I was thinking for a while.

Mr. Du Lao stretched out his hand again, and flicked it in the box. All the black ash suddenly gathered again, all condensed into a shadow of a butterfly like before.

"This butterfly is alive."

"What ?!" Lin Xin shuddered.

"The suzerain must have found it, too," said Mr. Du, mournfully. At this time, several other research elders came together, and several young disciples followed.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand, touching the shadow of the butterfly, which was completely untouchable, and suddenly remembered the Shura he saw in the original Lion.

It is indeed alive!

"After research, we found that this butterfly actually exists in another world, a world completely different from ours."

Mr Du Du frowned.

"This statement is difficult to understand and difficult to explain, but it can be explained in another way."

He pointed at the butterfly shadow.

"The lord should know that there are many ethnic groups in nature, such as bee swarms, ant swarms, etc., all based on groups?"

Lin Xin nodded. "This knows."

In this world's natural studies, practitioners are actually no worse than science, but only in the hands of a small number of people. So it is not surprising that the old man can have such knowledge.

After all, there is even a mysterious soul research operation involved here. Knowing group awareness is nothing.

Du Lao continued.

"That's easy to explain."

He stood up and turned around.

"We preliminarily determined that the butterfly itself is scattered in an area of ​​a residual wall. Only when we use means to aggregate can we see it. But in fact, the invisible scattered form should be It's normal. "

"And beings like this seem to be around us," he said solemnly. "Their body shape is huge and scattered, and the scattering is so thin that we can't even detect it, and can even penetrate into our body. But it is difficult for us ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ or them to find each other's existence, because our level is completely different."

With that said, Lin Xin seems to understand. This is like dimensional theory or dimension theory of the earth time.

The bodies of these creatures are too large and too thin, so that their bodies must condense and shrink to a limit before they can be observed.

"Their bodies can exist in everything we do, and the world we live in, overlap and overlap with each other, but they do not interfere with each other." Du Lao suddenly paused.

"No, maybe it didn't matter, it just affected us and we don't know yet."

As soon as he thought about it, he seemed unwilling to say any more. A man frowned and meditated, but actually forgot the people sitting in front of him, and muttered while walking away.

The owner of Wentang smiled with regret to Lin Xin.

"This is Du Lao, and he also asked the lord not to blame him. He could even ignore his life for research. If it were not for him, we would have to find out how this butterfly is integrated. I'm afraid we don't know how long." URL