Facing the five cultivation methods given by Ying Zheng, Nihou was a little excited and opened his mouth to decide which one would make him a god.
As a result, Ying Zheng slapped him directly on the head.
"You haven't learned how to run yet, and you want to become an immortal?" Ying Zheng scolded him with a straight face, and then spoke.
"All of these can become gods. It just depends on whether you have the talent."
After being slapped, Mu Mu didn't show any anger. Instead, he jumped up excitedly, his eyes shining!
"You can all become gods?! Zhizhizhizhizhi!! Then, which one is better? Which cultivation method does the master say is better?"
"They're all the same, it depends on which one you like." Ying Zheng replied calmly, showing off his superior demeanor.
The clay monkey has bright eyes!
Look, what is an immortal, what is a god, this is it!
Just give it to me if you ask for the magic from the gods!
Staring at the five cultivation methods, Nihou picked up the first book without any hesitation!
"This is the first one!"
"I want the first one the master brings out!"
"This one is the best!"
Holding Changning Jue in his arms, Nihou kowtowed excitedly in front of Ying Zheng and ran away happily, planning to find a corner to practice by himself.
As a result, not long after running away, the mud monkey came back in despair.
Because it doesn't know how to read.
Ying Zheng: "."
In desperation, Ying Zheng had no choice but to let Hong Wu be responsible for teaching the clay monkey to read. At the same time, he also handed the other four cultivation methods to Hong Wu and told him, Zhao Tuo and the other three to practice one each.
After completing the training, they began to select loyal people in the Black Ice Platform for teaching and teaching.
After receiving this order and looking at the five cultivation methods suspended in his hand, Hong Wu almost fainted with excitement!
From the fact that the king held these bamboo slips suspended in the air, we can see how high the level of these five cultivation methods is. And now not only were they taught to him so easily, but he was even asked to teach the Black Ice Platform?
How much trust is this!
Hongwu knelt on the ground and vowed to live up to Ying Zheng's trust. Then, with red eyes, he took the mud monkey and ran to the guard hall to start training and training.
The sun and the moon fly by.
Thousands of years ago, the psychic golden mud monkey huddled together with Hong Wu in the Guard Hall. He read Chang Ning Jue carefully, word by word, almost pressing his face to the bamboo slips, for fear of missing a word. past any text.
As they continued to study and think, mysterious auras gradually appeared one after another on their bodies, gradually hovering.
And in Xianyang City of the Qin Dynasty a thousand years ago, Nihou and Hongwu were studying the cultivation method seriously and practicing with concentration.
A thousand years later, in the reinforced concrete city, there is also a person who is carefully studying this book of Changning.
"After all, it still doesn't work."
Outside the window, the grass is green and the sun is shining brightly. A man and a woman wearing blue and white stripes are playing on the lawn. They play with each other and laugh happily from time to time, which is hearty and pure.
Birds on the branches chirped, colorful butterflies flapped their wings gently in the grass, the air was filled with the rich fragrance of gardenia, and the lazy sun shone down, making the entire yard feel like a paradise.
But this joyful mood, like a paradise, did not seem to spread to the room.
In the spacious dean's office, an old man with gray hair was looking down at the photos in front of him with a pair of reading glasses, a frown on his face.
"It's going to kill me."
"What the hell is this."
"Changning Jue, it's true that Changning Jue doesn't make people peaceful."
"What type of mental illness is this?"
The old man muttered, looking at the photo printed with fine text in front of him, and sighed heavily!
The old man sitting in the room is none other than Cheng Yuanmo, the director of the Suzhou Mental Hospital who went to the archaeological site on the warm recommendation of a psychologist! !
"I shouldn't have gone wandering around if I had known better. What kind of stuff is written in this book? How can I analyze such messy notes and words?"
Looking at the many complicated and clueless photos of ancient books in front of him, and then looking at the many strange words carved on the underground waterways, the old man felt a headache!
As the director of Sioux City Psychiatric Hospital, Mr. Cheng Yuanmo has a rigorous academic attitude. He has discovered and named many difficult and complicated psychiatric diseases, making up for the shortcomings in the field of Chinese psychiatry.
During his forty-six years of medical practice, Mr. Cheng Yuanmo has been deeply involved in the field of practical exploration, specializing in accepting and treating various difficult and complicated mental diseases. He likes to study many rare mental diseases the most.
He once had a brilliant record of diagnosing and treating more than 20 mental patients within a year. In the past four and six years, he has treated hundreds of mental patients!
In terms of analysis, treatment and diagnosis of mental illness, he can definitely be regarded as a famous doctor of his generation!
But today, Cheng Yuanmo felt that he had encountered an unprecedented challenge.
In fact, when he first heard that his friend asked him to help, Cheng Yuanmo thought it was a bit fanciful. After all, the fields of archeology and spiritual psychology did not seem to be related at all.
But after hearing his friend's explanation, Mr. Cheng Yuanmo understood. It turned out that during the archaeological excavation, some characters and carvings were found that were a bit confusing and difficult to understand. He wanted to analyze the mental state of many creators.
This is easy to say.
Cheng Yuanmo has always been very interested in mental diagnosis, and the more difficult it is, the better.
During his long medical career, his favorite thing was diagnosing and treating many difficult mental diseases. For this unprecedented task of diagnosing the mental state of ancient people, Old Man Cheng Yuanmo happily went there.
Originally, Mr. Cheng Yuanmo felt that this matter was something he could easily handle. After all, his decades of medical career had allowed him to see countless mental cases. Basically, he just looked at them and said a few words. He can determine what is wrong with this person, what went wrong, how to treat it, etc.
And now, I heard that there are many books and traces left behind?
With so many traces, it is just a diagnosis and analysis, and it is not a problem at all.
After all, when dealing with mental illness, the most difficult thing is not to analyze it, but to get them to talk.
However, old man Cheng Yuanmo's relaxed mentality gradually changed after seeing all this.
Cultivation method?
Immortality?
All beasts come to worship?
The main hall where Ying Zheng ascended the throne?
Ding Qin Jian?
An elixir?
Are you sure this is archeology?
As soon as he arrived at the Qilian Mountain archaeological site, old man Cheng Yuanmo was shocked.
And these belong to the First Emperor?
How come I haven't heard of it before?
However, although these shocks are surprising, they are still understandable after all. After all, it has just been sent out and has not been announced yet, so he is among the first to know about it.
When he saw the underground caves and Yubi Pavilion, he could still keep calm. They were just some ruins, nothing big.
But when he saw the strange carvings in the underground waterway, the old man frowned a little and began to think and become silent.
And when he saw the last Human Emperor Sutra, he finally couldn't hold himself any longer!
"Where is this Human Emperor Sutra? This is clearly written in complete chaos!"
Sitting in front of the sunny desk, Cheng Yuanmo took off his reading glasses and pinched his eyebrows hard.
"Although they are all classics from different schools, why is it so difficult to put them together? How is it possible to analyze the state of the person who originally wrote these things in such a confusing sentence?"
Rubbing his eyebrows, old man Cheng Yuanmo smiled helplessly.
When he saw these things at the Qilian Mountain archaeological site, old man Cheng Yuanmo felt that something was not right, difficult to analyze, and wanted to shirk it.
As a result, before he could say anything, old man Li Yunshan sent a series of various photos after waiting for him to come back!
Not only the photos, old man Li Yunshan even translated the small seal characters in these six ancient books into modern Chinese, each of which hit the photo IQ!
Looking at those archaeological photos and densely packed text translations of tens of thousands of words, old man Cheng Yuanmo smiled helplessly. It was hard to shirk now!
I can only bite the bullet and keep watching!
As a result, after that, he stared at these photos for several days without even noticing them!
It's so confusing!
It’s impossible to identify it at all!
Every sentence is different, every sentence is not smooth!
How can it be possible to analyze these things?
Until now, there is only one thing that can be researched, and that is the guy who wrote these things. He must have been in a bad state of mind at the time!
More than 90% of the time there is a possibility of mental illness!
But he really hasn't figured out what it is exactly.
"Dean?"
"What are you looking at?"
Just when the old man Cheng Yuanmo was frowning, a head suddenly appeared on the window. It was a boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, with fine features and beautiful eyes. He was wearing a blue and white vertical striped psychiatric uniform.
"It's Xiao Wu, how are you? Are you feeling better? Are you still having that nightmare recently?"
Old man Cheng Yuanmo remembers every mental patient and his own patient clearly.
"I haven't done this for a long time, thank you, Grandpa Dean." Xiao Wu said with a bright smile.
"Okay, you're doing well. In a few months, if you no longer have symptoms, you can go out." Old man Cheng Yuanmo said with a smile: "Let's go play."
The young man ran away happily, and after he left, many people suddenly gathered around him in the corner not far away!
"Dean! When can I go out? If I don't go out, my wheels will become rusty. Look, the gas tank in my stomach is full but there is no gas left!"
"Dean, let me tell you a little secret, I am the son of Bodhisattva!"
"Sir, I think opening a green channel for leaders of World War II personnel is the top priority in our hospital right now!"
"It's okay, don't be anxious. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just like a cold or a fever. Everyone has the same hardware. It's just an XP and a W7."
A large number of mentally ill people came to the window excitedly and had a heated discussion with the old man Cheng Yuanmo. This scene was enough to scare many timid people to death, but the old man Cheng Yuanmo answered fluently.
One moment I was discussing with someone how to refill the fuel tank, another moment I was praising Bodhisattva’s son for his good looks, and another moment I decided to upgrade the hardware.
After easily dismissing the many mental illnesses, old man Cheng Yuanmo continued to look back, lowered his head and worried here again.
Not long after, the phone on his desk rang.
"How's it going? Dean Cheng, have you found anything here?"
A voice with a strong tiredness came out, and it was obvious without even thinking that it belonged to old man Li Yunshan.
Compared to Old Man Cheng Yuanmo, Old Man Li Yunshan has been even more sad recently. He finally dug a deep pit in the Qilian Mountains and found the Ding Qin Sword and the Alchemy Cauldron, ancient relics belonging to the Qin Dynasty. As a result, he fell into another mystery.
In order to solve this mystery, old man Li Yunshan has not slept for countless days. His eyes have dark circles like pandas, as if he will fall to the ground if the wind blows at any time.
"well"
Old man Cheng Yuanmo pressed his eyebrows helplessly, "No, it's impossible to analyze at all. Where is Professor Li?"
Hearing this, old man Li Yunshan also smiled bitterly, as if he had expected it.
"I didn't find anything."
"Everything in these books is so messy. I still don't know why they buried these weird books, and I don't know why so many legal scholars ended up writing such a weird book. Books come.”
Hearing old man Li Yunshan's tired words, old man Cheng Yuanmo also sighed.
In fact, if he hadn't discovered these things with his own eyes and saw them buried underneath, he would hardly believe it.
Because all of this is so weird, why did the First Emperor do this?
What is his purpose in doing this?
Although these books condense many classic transactions of various schools of thought, when combined together, it is clear that they are a messy book that is nothing.
"But it's not that I didn't find it." Old man Cheng Yuanmo pinched his eyebrows, "I found that the contents in these books, whether it is the "Human Emperor Jing" or the other five books, the contents are quite confusing. of."
"But even though it's confusing, there are still some differences."
"If I guess correctly, this book called "Chang Ning Jue" should be the first one written, and "The Human Emperor Sutra" is the last one."
"And if the analysis is correct, these people had more or less mental problems when they wrote all this."
"Maybe. This is the earliest psychiatric institute?"
The earliest psychiatric institute
Regarding all this, the old man Li Yunshan on the other end of the phone suddenly felt helpless.
Looking at the photos of many ruins in front of him, old man Li Yunshan sighed and sat on the chair with a helpless smile.
"Dean Cheng, tell me, why did Qin Shihuang do such a weird thing when he came to the throne more than two thousand years ago?"
"What is the use of these books buried underground?"
"And when I discover several relics, I often find words like 'cultivation' and 'become an immortal'. In the pre-Qin period, did there really exist Qi refiners? "
Hearing the series of questions from old man Li Yunshan, old man Cheng Yuanmo was helpless, knowing that this was the reason why he had been too tired in recent days.
"well"
Sighing softly, old man Cheng Yuanmo just wanted to use his identity as a mental hospital director and work part-time as a psychological counselor to smooth over old man Li Yunshan.
A voice of great surprise suddenly shouted in his ear.
"Yes, can you practice?"
"Dean!"
"Where did you get these training methods?!"
"These things can be cultivated!!"
(End of chapter)
