The book was followed last time. In the hut, four statues of different religions were placed on the wooden table, about the height of chopsticks, and a magic circle was carved on the table, with many animal bones and plants on it. Miao Buyan used the broken copper knife in his hand to cut the palm of his hand, and blood dripped on the peach soul paste on the scroll. Miao Buyan pinched the twenty-four tips, and Master Chuan crawled his face black pattern and shouted: "Ran!"

The four statues had their eyes light, and the formation began to light up. With a "puff", a dark red flame ignited, and a crackling sound was loud. Peach Soul Slurry was originally transformed by the wronged soul, so once it was burned, countless wailing souls surrounded the hut. Everyone looked up and looked at it and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted. When the flame gradually weakened, the black marks on Miao Buyan's face faded and nodded to Mu Yuan. Mu Yuan raised his hand and pressed it into the air. Everyone covered their eyes. The Buddha's light was prosperous in the hut, and all the wronged souls in the hut. After the golden light was extinguished, the hut returned to peace. Everyone opened the doors and windows and let the sunlight outside shine in again. Chu Xunyu waved the dust raised in front of him with his hand. Only then did he see that the peach Soul Slurry on the table had melted on the table and the scroll was quietly in it.

Sun Mengqing, Miao Buyan, Shang Qian and the others were busy boiling water and making tea. Chu Xunyu picked up the scroll and the three of them came outside the house. There were stone benches and chairs beside Dianchi Lake. Sitting on it, Chu Xunyu looked at the scroll in his hand and was silent for a long time. Wangchen signaled: "Open it."

Because Zhuang Zhuo opened it, the original talisman had expired. Chu Xunyu put the scroll on the table and spread it with his hands. He looked at it carefully, but was amused and laughed. The scroll now has a long-standing stele rubbing. In addition to a kind of incomprehensible text, there are also many human patterns. Mu Yuan asked in surprise: "What are you talking about on this...?"

Chu Xunyu looked carefully for a long time and finally gave up, saying, "If you guessed correctly, this should be a 'bronze inscription'. Zhou Gong Ji Dan was from the Western Zhou Dynasty. The writing he had only had in that era. Zhuang Zhuo was a survivor of the Warring States Period. It is reasonable to know this kind of writing, but we are different. We have been separated by tens of millions of years, so we have no idea how to start."

"I'll do it." Wangchen moved the scroll over.

"Do you understand?" Mu Yuan asked in surprise.

"I am a scholar who has no use. I can't fight. I still have the ability to read these sour poems and lyrics." Wangchen smiled.

As the name suggests, bronze inscriptions are written on bronze tripods. They were used in the Shang and Zhou dynasties to hold sacrificial ceremony. They recorded national affairs. The ancients focused on bronze tripods, which were used to describe the nine provinces. The so-called "one word, nine tripods" meant this. Ordinary people were not allowed to cast tripods, otherwise they would be rebelling. Looking at the text styles in this scroll, the previous article was mottled black background, and the middle text was hollow white, in a negative form, which should have been laid from a certain copper tripod, which shows that Ji Dan attached great importance to this matter. The copper tripods were mostly damaged by war. In ancient times, dynasties generally changed the copper tripods of the previous dynasty to recast the meaning of the old and the new. Therefore, using the monument to retain a copy to the later generations was a popular practice at that time.

Wangchen has some understanding of ancient characters, has certain attainments, and has interpreted many words, so I can read a rough idea. Qing Lianzi is right. After Wangchen's translation, most of the techniques recorded in this scroll are the techniques of the Lu Mengmen. Ji Dan saved the method of sealing the black lamp. As mentioned in the previous story, the inheritance of the Lu Mengmen in the middle has been interrupted. The recent glory can be traced back to the era of Qing Lianzi and Nan Ke Wuyu. No one learned this technique, so this is the only method in the world that can seal the black lamp. The human body patterns in the text are also detailed explanations of the techniques. Even if you learn this technique, it is definitely too late, so it is really a waste of effort.

After hearing this, Mu Yuan was disappointed and asked Chu Xunyu: "What should I do? Do we three brothers and brothers take this thing to kowtow to learn from the masters? I guess it will be fine if we come back after practicing for three or five hundred years."

"It's all nonsense, it's all nonsense!" Chu Xunyu was extremely upset. He took the scroll and looked at it for a long time, but didn't know what he was looking at. He angrily pulled it into a ball and threw it away on the ground. For Chu Xunyu, in fact... this was like no result.

Mu Yuan originally wanted to chase him, but Wangchen stopped him: "Let him go and have a quiet rest." After that, he squatted on the ground and picked up the scroll and sorted it out.

Everyone lived in a house beside Dianchi Lake at night and tasted the fish caught by local people, but Chu Xunyu did not come to have supper. Everyone knew where he was, because someone in Baizhong School had reported that a Han man was sitting on a stone beside Dianchi Lake looking at the lake. Miao Buyan told him not to disturb him and let him go. During dinner, Wangchen also told the scroll and everyone was very discouraged.

After dinner, Wangchen accompanied Miao Buyan for a walk by the lake. Muyuan and Shang Qian also went around to chat about the stories after parting. Only Sun Mengqing went back to the house to pack up for a while, and then quietly waited for Chu Xunyu to return. The darkness before dawn was the coldest, and it was even more so on the plateau. The night was colder, and Sun Mengqing couldn't wait anymore, so he sang the air conditioner and went to find Chu Xunyu.

At this time, Chu Xunyu was sitting on the stone by the lake. Sun Mengqing walked over and sat quietly beside him and asked, "What? You don't even want me?"

"Oh..." Chu Xunyu sighed and said nothing.

"Or what if we take it to the Lumeng Sect for help?" Sun Mengqing took out the scroll and said, "The Lumeng Sect is also one of the four sects of the Demonic Way. There are many masters in the sect and a foundation. Some people will definitely be able to learn it in a short time."

"No." Chu Xunyu refused, "It's completely unreliable. This set of exercises is undoubtedly the most unique skill in the world. What can be done is not just sealing the black lamp. The consequences of opening the door to the dream world are extremely serious. More importantly, the guys from the Lumeng Sect are all ambitions. We cannot guarantee that the Lumeng Sect will help us, and we cannot guarantee that they will not do whatever they want after learning this set of exercises. You must know that the last time the Lumeng Sect was in the world for a while, even Kunlun, the ancestor of Ten Thousand Dao, would avoid its edge. At that time, it would destroy a black lamp, which would set off a bloody storm in the world."

Sun Mengqing said quietly: "What should we do? Dengnu will not stop chasing you."

Chu Xunyu stared at the dark sky and said in a low voice: "I thought about it all night and I have already thought of a solution, but the details are not perfect. I only have a rough idea. I don't know if it can be successful. Let me think about it carefully for a while."
Chapter completed!