Fighter of the Destiny

Thousands of years ago, there was no such thing as the seventeen steles in front of the mausoleum. Then it suddenly appeared, which naturally has its meaning. What Chen Changsheng wants to do now is to find this meaning. Of course, he also thought that this meaning would most likely disappear with the lost Heavenly Book Stele and never be found again. But if he now knew that his process of unraveling the Heavenly Book Stele was not complete, he would not even try to find the lost Heavenly Book Stele. If there is no action on that part of his mind, then the defect in his mind will never be able to make up for it. This is something he cannot accept.

The Zhaoqing Monument, the Guanyun Monument, the Zhegui Monument, the Yinjiang Monument, the Rooster Monument, the Dongting Monument... the seventeen steles in the front mausoleum all appeared in his eyes at the same time.

In the center of his field of vision was the Zhaoqing Monument, with the other sixteen Heavenly Book Monuments surrounding it, constantly moving, trying to fit together. It's just that those inscriptions are so mysterious and complicated, and those lines are so complicated and difficult to understand. There are no naturally existing lines between the lines, and there are no traces that can be found between the traces. No matter how he combines them, it can be seen. There is no evidence that any of these inscriptions were originally integrated.

He even had a feeling that even if the broken tablet was restored to its original state and he could see the inscriptions on it, he still wouldn't be able to put all the inscriptions together.

For hundreds of years, no one has discovered the mystery of the seventeen steles in the front mausoleum, or it has been proved that his attempt must be in vain. He sat quietly outside the stele house, and he closed his eyes at some point. The seventeen steles of heavenly books Still moving combinations rapidly in his sea of ​​consciousness without stopping for a moment, this made his consciousness consumed faster and faster, and his face became paler and paler.

The world outside the Tianshu Tomb is equally quiet. Most of the lights in Kyoto have been extinguished. Only the residences of the princes and nobles and the two most important places, the Imperial Palace and the Imperial Palace, are still brightly lit. Chen Changsheng is determined to rediscover the news about the tombstone. It surprised many people, made some people laugh at it, and kept some people awake at night.

Time passed slowly but surely, and the brilliant stars in the night sky gradually disappeared. After the darkness before dawn, the morning light returned to the earth. Unknowingly, Chen Changsheng had been sitting in front of Beilu all night. There were many people outside who had been waiting for him all night.

In the dim light of the morning, observers of the monument came one after another from the mountain road. They looked at Chen Changsheng who was sitting in front of the tree with his eyes closed and silent, with different expressions, either admiration, ridicule, or an indescribable sense of relief. The situation last night was special. Time can drive away all the monument-watchers, but it cannot always do so. Then the forest gradually became lively.

Some people looked at Chen Changsheng and shook their heads before going to his monument. Some people stayed around the monument, just to see what Chen Changsheng could finally realize. They thought with gloating that Chen Changsheng had solved the problem yesterday. In front of the mausoleum, if you can clearly leave in style, but you insist on staying again, you are very likely to shoot yourself in the foot. (Note)

The people in the thatched house also came to the Beilu. Tang Sanshiliu was holding a pot of porridge. This noble son of Wenshui, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had obviously not done any housework. The porridge was spilled all the way, and a lot of water was dripping on his shoes. He looked a little embarrassed. He was carrying side dishes and steamed buns with folded sleeves. Qijian was Hold the bowls and chopsticks.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took the porridge, thanked Qijian, and then started eating.

After two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun with white bean curd, he felt seventy full and stopped using his chopsticks.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at his slightly pale face and said worriedly, How can I survive if I don't eat more?

Chen Changsheng said: It is easy to feel sleepy if you eat too much.

Tang Sanliu frowned and said, Although I don't understand what you want to figure out, since you insist, I know there's nothing I can do to persuade you, but are you really prepared to stay up all day long?

Gou Hanshi remained silent. He knew why Chen Changsheng was so anxious, because the day for the opening of Zhou Garden was getting closer and closer.

Zhexiu handed the wet towel to Chen Changsheng.

The towel was wet with stream water and was very cold. Chen Changsheng rubbed his face vigorously and felt a little refreshed. He said to everyone, You don't have to worry about me.

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Although he had his eyes closed, Gou Hanshi and others knew that he was still observing the monument. It might not hurt his eyes too much, but this method of observing the monument was really too nerve-wracking.

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The morning birds flew away towards the morning sun to bask in the moisture between their wings and feathers. Quietness returned to the front of the Monument House, and people seemed to have left.

Chen Changsheng crossed his legs and closed his eyes, sitting in front of the hut and continuing to unpack the monument.

Time continued to flow, and quietly, it came to noon, and then to the evening, and the twilight was very thick.

Today's Kyoto is as quiet as the Tomb of Heaven's Book. The archbishops in the palace are not in the mood to pay attention to the reports of their subordinates. The ministers in the court are not in the mood to deal with government affairs. Mo Yu's speed in reviewing memorials has seriously slowed down. The sheep were walking in the Daming Palace, wondering what they were thinking. The Pope watered the pot of green leaves seven times a day.

People who don't know or understand only regard Chen Changsheng's actions as sensationalism or some kind of conversation piece.

Those who know that Zhou Du|fu unraveled the stele and the inside story of Tianshu Mausoleum are nervously waiting for something to happen, or it may not happen.

At least until now, that hasn't happened.

The seventeen heavenly book monuments have been reorganized countless times in Chen Changsheng's field of vision or sea of ​​consciousness. Although it cannot be said that the changes have been exhausted, he has tried his best and spent countless efforts. Unfortunately, he still cannot find him. What he wants to find is that the world is still incomplete for him.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind. He no longer tried to put the seventeen Heavenly Book Steles together. To be more precise, he no longer tried to put the seventeen Heavenly Book Steles together 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 him is the Folding Monument, which are arranged in a straight line.

Then he said to himself, just the inscription.

Then the bodies of the seventeen stone tablets disappeared, leaving only the extremely complicated lines on the tablets.

Seventeen layers of inscriptions, from near to far, were floating in front of him.

Looking through the inscription on Zhaoqing Monument, one can see the inscriptions on the sixteen steles behind it.

These inscriptions were superimposed together to form a brand new pattern that Chen Changsheng had never seen before, or even could not imagine.

He looked at the pattern and felt slightly shaken.

The seventeen steles in the front tomb seem simpler and more regular toward the back. The superposition of lines means the superposition of rules. 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 later monuments are relatively simple, but still complex and difficult to understand. The superimposed pattern formed by this is countless times more complicated. With the human spirit Power can never be solved, and even if you try to solve it, problems will arise.

Chen Changsheng glanced at it, his consciousness moved slightly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. His sea of ​​consciousness trembled uneasily, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

A mouthful of blood spat out from him, soaking his clothes.

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It was always quiet, and there was a burst of exclamations around the Beilu, which seemed to be deserted.

But they seemed to be worried about affecting Chen Changsheng, so those people forcibly suppressed their exclamations to a very low level.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and could not see the scene outside Beilu. His mind was too focused on the infinitely complex pattern and he did not notice any of this.

Just by looking at it, he knew that this pattern was beyond human power.

He said silently in his heart: Keep it simple.

These three words were not spoken to the picture, but to myself.

In the mind of a monk, no matter how you look at the world, the world will become what you want to see.

He forcibly restrained his mind, and with a calm state of mind far beyond his age and Ningrou's spiritual consciousness that even the Holy Queen was slightly moved, he looked at the pattern again.

He no longer tried to organize and calculate the lines, but simply looked at them, and the pattern became simpler.

In that pattern, he saw countless simple patterns like children's graffiti, countless words, countless poems and songs, countless ink paintings, the beautiful buildings of the palace, and the state religion From the big banyan tree in the academy, you can see the mountains and flowing clouds, and you can also see the three thousand Taoist treasures.

Everything that already exists in this world is in this picture.

But it's still not enough, because there are still too many and too complicated.

Chen Changsheng said silently to himself: Make it simpler.

He forgot about the Three Thousand Daozang that he could only memorize after studying hard since he was a child, he forgot about the poems and songs he had read, he forgot that he had been to the Imperial Palace, he had forgotten that he had climbed the big banyan tree, and looked side by side at Kyoto under the setting sun with Luoluo. With a face of satisfaction, he forgot all the words he had learned and everything.

Of course, this kind of forgetting is not really forgetting, it is just a kind of mental self-isolation.

Only then could he ask himself a question.

If you were an illiterate child and saw these lines on the picture, what would you think of?

It's a 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 in the blue sky.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces... No, that is the writer's false and slightly sour self-comfort.

Snow geese fly across the blue sky, leaving no trace at all. The so-called snow line is actually just an afterimage in the eyes.

What exactly do these lines point to and illustrate?

The objects pointed and illustrated by the snow line are the snow geese at the front of the line.

The objects these lines point to and illustrate are thread ends.

If there are no thread ends, that's where the lines intersect.

Keep it simple.

Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complicated pattern and said to himself again.

Seventeen monuments were stacked in front of him.

The monument disappeared first.

What disappears now are the lines.

More and more lines slowly disappeared before his eyes, and kept disappearing.

More and more blanks slowly appeared in front of his eyes, and kept appearing.

Seventeen monuments disappeared, the lines on the monuments also disappeared, and new patterns emerged.

——Those are countless isolated points.

Chen Changsheng was very sure that he had never seen this pattern.

But he didn't know why, but he felt a little familiar.

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(Note: I thought about that sentence for a long time and couldn't find a suitable description. In fact, the most expressive one is probably those people who think Chen Changsheng is pretending to be a fool, but you can't write it like this, right? So I mentioned this point specifically because I am often told this sentence, well, but I still like people with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Chen Changsheng. This is what QQ Tang classmate summarized. It should be viewed in this way. Everyone also understands this chapter. The meaning of the name is not only referring to monuments, but also concepts. It is very important to stick to the concepts you think are correct. In addition, an advertisement will be inserted. It is reported that the Zetianji OL game will be officially launched at 17:00 on November 7 Test. Yes, it will be three days later. Time flies really fast... In the end, this chapter was a bit difficult to write, and the next chapter will be a little later.)