In the southwest of Kasaka, there is a white stone mountain, the mountain is not big, from east to west is not more than 1,000 li, the widest from north to south is only 3,500 li, there are many valleys and caves in the mountain, few tall trees, sparse shrubs are the most important vegetation here.
There is a deep valley in the center of Baishi Mountain, and the ancient pines on both sides of the mountain wall are clustered like knots, and the branches are hung with large vines, and the fat moss near the roots of the trees is clearly visible, and the whole valley is filled with the fragrant fragrance of Ganoderma lucidum.
Traveling all the way from the entrance of the valley, the valley suddenly opens up after more than ten miles of twists and turns, and a pavilion built with the white jade stones of Baishi Mountain's specialty is impressively in sight.
After countless years of baptism of wind, frost and rain and dew, the once white and lovely stone has become mottled, and the stone crevices are also full of moss.
Walking through this pavilion, there is a small hole in the mountain wall at the end of the valley, and from time to time men in black, white, and gray clothes quietly enter and exit.
Inside the entrance of the cave is a spacious and clean corridor, and the two sides of the corridor are carved with portals, all of which are cast in bronze and carved with the heads of various beasts.
All portals were tightly closed, and there was no telling what was going on, who or what was hidden.
Suddenly, a door opened, and a gray-haired old man leaned over his waist, leaned out half of his body from behind the door, and sent a roll of dragon skin that still exuded a faint medicinal fragrance out: "One hundred secret dragon skin scrolls, send them to the file."
A young man dressed in black appeared out of nowhere, took the dragon skin scroll in the old man's hand with both hands, and walked quickly towards the depths of the corridor.
The gray-haired old man grunted and slammed the heavy bronze portal shut.
As you go deeper along the road, the portals on both sides of the road are getting bigger and bigger, and more and more forks in the road appear.
In the end, the innermost layer of the corridor was a huge hall that clearly used the spatial superposition of the witch array.
The length and width of the bottom of the hall in the round place are about 100 miles, the color of the ground is a heavy earthy yellow, and the round dome is a simple and mysterious blue-black.
If you look closely, the floor of the temple is cast from brass, and the dome is forged from bronze.
Countless fist-sized orbs are inlaid on the dome densely covered with various patterns and runes, and each orb emits a dazzling pillar of light to cover the ground, and the pillar of light that falls on the ground is as thin as a square circle, and the large one is three or five zhang in size.
Under each pillar of light, there are a large or small ironwood tables, on which are piled up thick dragon skin scrolls, some of which are densely covered with red-colored handwriting, patterns and talismans, etc., some dragon skin scrolls also exude a faint medicinal fragrance, and there is a blank space on it.
A number of old men and middle-aged men stood beside the table, holding brushes, dipped in witch ink prepared with dragon blood mixed with cinnabar and dozens of other rare materials, and carefully copied on the three-foot-square dragon skin scroll.
Each of them had a layer of solemn light flickering on their hands, and the magic power in their bodies continued to merge into the witch ink through the pen shaft, and with the blessing of their magic power, the witch ink was firmly imprinted on the dragon skin scroll like a carving.
The dragon skin scrolls made of rare witch medicine after one hundred and eight processes are extremely tough, the knife and axe will not be damaged in the slightest, the fire blisters will not have any deformation, and all the termites and silverfish and other things that have been left dare not approach at all, unless the witch king or the power of the witch king or above deliberately destroy, these dragon skin scrolls can be preserved almost forever.
Ordinary geological disasters, whether earthquakes or floods, volcanoes or lightning strikes, could not damage this dragon skin scroll in the slightest.
This is the best carrier for the preservation of human knowledge and the inheritance of human civilization that has been determined by the human race after countless years of painstaking efforts.
And the witch ink, which is also made with a large number of rare materials mixed with dragon blood, can also withstand the erosion of time without the slightest fading.
Everyone was nervously copying, but the speed of their pen was extremely slow, each stroke of each person was extremely careful, extremely fine, every stroke they fell as if they were holding a heavy axe on a steel ingot, they tried not to make any mistakes, lest there be any mistakes that caused the mistakes and omissions of the classics.
A young man dressed in white linen hurriedly walked into the hall, holding a large stack of tanned animal skin scrolls in both hands, and quickly came to the table of a white-haired old man, and carefully placed these animal skin scrolls on the table.
"The Witch Hall just delivered, the one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine improved plague antidote formulas that the Witch Hall has prepared in the last three months."
The young man said respectfully: "The medicinal power of each improved formula is at least twenty percent stronger than that of the old formula. ” The white-haired old man nodded with joy on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Well done."
There will be a great plague after the great flood, and the witch temple can come up with so many improved prescriptions in time, which is really good. ” A copper plate hung above the hall, and an old man with hair and beard as yellow as old ivory, long hair and beard tangled, piled up three feet tall beside him, obviously extremely old, sat quietly on the copper plate, watching the work of the people below with a blank face.
Two young men with faintly colorful lights in their eyes stood behind the old man, looking down on the busy people in the hall with evil expressions.
There were extremely small voices coming out of the mouths of the two young men, and only the old man sitting on the copper plate could hear their voices.
"Don't worry, old man Shilong, what my clan promised you will definitely not change.
You, and your descendants, will enjoy eternal life, and will not be attacked by our people.
As long as you cooperate with our race, seize the supreme power of your human race, and let my people control the entire human race, you will definitely get a reward beyond your expectations. ” The old man Shi Long looked at the busy people in the hall with a complicated expression.
After a long time, a long time, he muttered to himself: "This seat is the leader of the Terran Secret Guard.
The duty of this seat, the duty of the secret guard, is to preserve the civilization of the human race when the human race is facing a catastrophe, so that the inheritance of the human race will not be broken. ” "But this time, this seat has joined forces with you, and the Terrans, who are facing a serious disaster, have been pushed to the brink of destruction."
The old man Shilong said in a deep voice: "My family, I have been loyal to the human race for generations."
The two young men smiled mysteriously, and at the same time put their hands on the shoulder of the old man Shilong: "You are not wrong, really, you have not made any mistakes.
We have seen a lot of things like people who don't destroy for themselves, for their own offspring, and sell their own race, and it's really not a big deal. ” The two wanted to continue to say something, but a middle-aged man hurriedly ran in and bowed respectfully to the old man.
"Ancestor, Di Shun is here."
To be continued
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