"???"
"You are too imaginative. One is the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the other is the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There are nearly a thousand years in between. How could someone live for such a long time!"
"You have the nerve to say that I am stupid in reading. I think it is clearly you who are stupid in reading."
Hearing this, Yao Ruotong shrugged, "I just made a casual guess. It's indeed a bit unrealistic."
This is true, after all, there are too many unknown people and things recorded in history. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that the two are the same person based on this alone.
The people in Bureau 749 are still investigating clues about the ancient bronze sword, but they don't know that Yao Ruotong's words just now are the closest they have ever come to the truth.
The person talking to the old man is the person talking to Zhidun. What seems unbelievable is the truth they want to find.
Professor Song and others also heard Yao Ruotong's words and couldn't help but look at each other. They all saw surprise and shock in each other's eyes.
After all, this view is too advanced, how could the two be the same person.
The only connection among them is the ancient bronze sword, but nothing can be determined based on this alone.
"Professor Song, what do you think of this matter?"
Professor Song shook his head, "Maybe there will be some connection between them, but they will definitely not be the same person. After all, no one can live for a long time throughout history. That is already a god."
After a few discussions, no one took the matter seriously, but a small seed was planted in their hearts...
…
After the renovation of the Empress Temple was completed, no strange things happened again, and the construction work at the construction site next door was also going smoothly, and everything was finally on track.
The leaders of the relevant departments in Kyoto also knew about the Empress Temple, and they were half-convinced. If it was a coincidence, these phenomena could not be explained by science at all.
If we say that the gods show signs, it seems a bit unrealistic.
In the end, they had to make concessions. After all, if the delay continued and the project could not be completed as scheduled, it would be a big loss for them.
Fortunately, judging from the current results, everything is not bad.
The matter at the Empress Temple finally came to an end here. After Ye Qin left here, he set off for the research center.
The research center is located at No. 563, Chaonan District. It covers a very large area and is entirely white. The semi-circular arc design is very textured and full of modern flavor.
The research center is different from places like Taoist temples. There are many cultural relics inside, so security measures are very strict.
The studios where cultural relics are stored have fingerprint and face verification, so ordinary people cannot enter at all, and the corridors outside are also monitored, so there are basically no blind spots.
If you want to sneak in like before, it is simply impossible.
But this is not a problem for Ye Qin. Although the body cannot enter, he can travel in it.
Thanks to Zhang Boduan, it was because of his trip to Yangzhou that he accidentally entered the original god stage and mastered this magical power.
There is a difference between the mottled time fragment and the real world. In the time fragment, Ye Qin can reach ancient Yangzhou City in an instant.
However, the scope of the wandering in the real world is only ten miles in radius, and there is a time limit. If he does not return to his body after a certain period of time, his soul will be lost outside.
When the body completely loses its life mechanism, it means death.
Ye Qin, who is in a fugue state, does not have many abilities and is very limited. This has something to do with his realm.
There are many green belts next to the research center. Ye Qin found a remote and uninhabited corner. It was far away from the main road and almost no one would disturb him.
He slowly circled his body in a circle, got rid of distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and meditated, looking as if he was asleep.
The large green snake blends in with the surrounding green plants. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to detect anything unusual here.
Ye Qin stayed near the research center, so the black clouds above his head also enveloped the entire research center.
From a distance, the white building seems to be covered with a huge black hat, which looks very abrupt.
Others in Kyoto also discovered that the black clouds that had been moving all the time stopped moving when they reached the top of the research center, as if they were stationed there.
And I don’t know if it’s everyone’s illusion. As time goes by, the black cloud seems to be getting bigger?
"Is this the black cloud mentioned on the Internet before? Why did it come to us?"
"It looks like it's not going to rain."
"Who knows, left and right have nothing to do with us."
The people at the research center made some comments, but didn't take it to heart.
After all, black clouds will not affect their work. Even if it rains, there will be no problem.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west.
As night falls quietly, the lights in the research center also dim. The number of office workers inside is much reduced, and it is not as lively as during the day.
Ye Qin's soul came to the vicinity of the research center. Just like when he traveled to ancient Yangzhou before, the humans coming and going could not notice Ye Qin's existence.
After all, this is a divine soul, which cannot be detected by the naked eye. Even with today's most advanced high-tech, it cannot be observed!
The interior of the research center is very large, divided into several areas, with countless offices and rooms. Ye Qin searched all the way and soon found the cultural relics storage area.
The cultural relics placed in the room can be said to be dazzling and of various shapes, which dazzles the viewer. At a glance, they can be seen from various dynasties.
Ye Qin came to the place where the ancient bronze sword was placed. There was nothing in the glass display cabinet.
However, there is an introduction to the ancient bronze sword next to it, and it is even marked with key marks, which is enough to show that the people at the research center attach great importance to the ancient sword.
"It should be right here."
Ye Qin felt carefully and didn't notice anything special. He thought that after such a period of time, the aftermath of the ancient sword had dissipated.
Just at this time, several researchers pushed in the door, led by Professor Song An and his team.
"Professor Song, don't worry too much. Comrades from Bureau 749 have taken over this case and may bring us new clues."
Professor Song's face was full of sorrow, "Although they say so, they haven't sent the latest news yet. Could it be that the ancient sword really flew by itself?"
Invisibly, Professor Song told the truth. The ancient sword really flew back by itself.
He sighed and said: "The ancient bronze sword is very likely to be involved in a history that has been dusted by the years. Whether it is an old man who carved a boat to seek a sword or an escape from a major event, it is of great significance to us. We must find out why it has spanned a thousand years. Time appears in Zhi Dun's hands, and why Zhi Dun attaches so much importance to it is of great significance to the study of the history of the Eastern Jin Dynasty."
"Don't worry, Professor Song. Captain Wang said before that he has sent people to detect illegal organizations that sell cultural relics. If an ancient bronze sword appears, he will definitely know it immediately."
Everyone talked for a few more words, all about the ancient bronze sword. By the way, they also mentioned the matter between the Niangniang Temple and Zhang Boduan.
Ye Qin was thoughtful, judging from the current situation, he gave the ancient sword to Zhi Dun, and then Zhi Dun passed away with the ancient sword. After thousands of years, the ancient temple on the riverbed reappeared, and both of them also reappeared.
Then the ancient sword disappeared from the research center and returned to the canal.
Unexpectedly, he inadvertently attracted the attention of the research center, and even wanted to investigate himself, which left Ye Qin speechless.
"These people will definitely find out nothing."
No matter how hard Professor Song tried, he would never guess that it was not a person or thing that stirred up the tide of history, but a green snake capable of cultivation!
The conversation between Professor Song and others confirmed Ye Qin's previous guess.
His existence is likely to affect history, from the tomb of Zuo Ci at the beginning, to Lanke and the old man later, to Zhidun and the Niangniang Temple later.
Ye Qin shuttles through the fragments of the mottled years, and invisibly becomes a link in time. The cause and effect cycle is interlocking.
He is like a special witness to history, using the medium of visualizing objects to travel through these fragments, allowing the past and present time to intersect.
There were a lot of ripples in Ye Qin's heart.
Looking back over the years inadvertently, it is very likely that this group of people had a magnificent life.
His stay in Time Fragment was not a long time, but it had a profound impact on these people and even later generations, which Ye Qin did not expect.
"It turns out that Zhang Boduan once attained enlightenment at the former site of the Empress Temple. No wonder he came to ancient Yangzhou in the time segment in Kyoto... It seems that the core of this time segment is not the Empress Temple, but Zhang Boduan, Ziyang Zhenren."
Professor Song's conversation continued, but there was no useful information from it. The reason why the ancient sword disappeared and appeared in the ditch has not yet been solved, so Ye Qin left here.
Zhi Dun's skeleton is not in this room. It must have been placed elsewhere.
Ye Qin continued to search, and there seemed to be a special feeling that made him stop in a certain room.
There was nothing else in the room, only a pair of white bones lying on a neat bed.
There is still fragrance burning next to it. This kind of treatment is enough to prove that Baigu's identity is extraordinary.
Looking at the black eyes of the white bones, Ye Qin had an inexplicable hunch that this was the person he was looking for.
Across the distance of time and space, the two met again after a thousand years.
Ye Qin had an illusion in his trance that he was not in the research center at this moment, but in the ancient temple. The waves of time lapped at the white bones, causing them to grow flesh and blood, returning them to their former appearance.
The monk wearing simple monk clothes turned the rosary in his hand and asked him with a smile: "Amitabha, you are a guest from afar. The poor monk's name is 'Zhidun'. I wonder why this donor is here?"
After coming back to his senses in a daze, the past stories had disappeared. Looking at the bones in front of him, Ye Qin sighed leisurely and said to himself silently: "Long time no see."
Looking back at the scene of the discussion at the beginning, the scene is still vivid in my mind, but now Zhidun has turned into bones, and it will be a thousand years before we meet again.
Buzz!
Sensing Ye Qin's emotional fluctuations, the original white bones materialized, and the Shangqingguan in his hand made a vague buzzing sound.
The ancient aura rushed to his face, and the faint sound of chanting came from the Taoist temple on his palm, which seemed to be a response to Ye Qin's words.
Ye Qin was a little surprised, "Why is there the sound of chanting?"
He released a few rays of spiritual power and found that the sound of chanting came from the ditch, or more precisely, the rosary beads.
The sandalwood-colored beads have not changed after thousands of years. The passage of time has made them more majestic and calm.
If you look closely, you will see that each bead is smooth and round, full of mysterious atmosphere.
Originally a mortal thing, it has become sacred after being blessed by the water channel.
At this time, the rosary was lying in the pool, but because it felt the breath of its former owner, the beads swayed slightly, and the calm water surface also caused a few ripples.
With the blessing of the power of the rosary, Zhidun's skeleton actually sat up from the bed and sat cross-legged, as if there was an invisible force supporting him and giving him a soul.
The hazy white mist is looming, wrapping Ye Qin's still surviving skeleton. The sound of chanting continues, like a mysterious whisper that has been passed down for thousands of years, narrating to Ye Qin.
…
The remains of eminent monks are stored here, and their research value is not great. Therefore, there are very few people who come in during normal times, and it is already off duty. Therefore, no one noticed anything strange about it, let alone the sound of chanting, because it only Exists on a spiritual level.
The night was filled with darkness and the fog was thick. The white building seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, and the entire research center building was immersed in the hazy fog.
The institute provides dormitories. After a busy day during the day, Professor Song was too tired and didn't want to go home, so he simply rested here.
I originally thought I would sleep until dawn, but I never thought that the sound of chanting would linger in my ears, making it almost impossible to fall asleep.
"Who stays awake in the middle of the night and is here reciting scriptures?"
Professor Song felt a little confused in his head and looked around blankly in his dream.
He frowned and followed the sound, but unexpectedly he came to a room from which the sound of chanting came. He pushed the door open and walked in, seeing the escaped skeletons.
There seemed to be a figure not far from the skeleton. The two stood opposite each other, as if they were talking about something.
The scene in front of me is really ridiculous to the extreme. Not to mention that Zhi Dun has been dead for thousands of years and has turned into bones long ago. How can he possibly recite scriptures?
When Professor Song saw such a strange scene, he was a little scared, but more out of curiosity and a little bit of inquiry, he took a few steps forward in a strange way, wanting to see it more clearly.
Who is that shadow?
There was only a few steps away, but it was like a chasm. Professor Song couldn't cross it no matter what, so he could only watch the figure and talk to the skeleton.
The hazy fog blocked his sight, and the picture became increasingly blurry.
Professor Song couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Who are you?!"
However, when he yelled like this, he woke himself up and sat up from the bed suddenly, his whole body already wet with sweat.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the breeze blowing the curtains, and it was already dark outside.
Professor Song felt disappointed, "It turned out to be a dream."
Just why would I suddenly have such a strange dream?
"Could it be that I think about it every day and dream about it at night?"
Over the past few days, Professor Song has been investigating the matter of the ancient bronze sword's recovery. It is not surprising that he would have such a dream.
"Ouch."
Professor Song was so absorbed in his thoughts that he ignored the person coming towards him. The two sides almost collided with each other, but fortunately the other party had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold him back.
"Professor Song, are you okay?"
Professor Song shook his head and looked up to see who was coming. The huge dark circles and bags under his eyes were particularly obvious. He shook his head and scolded:
"Did you stay up late again yesterday? I told you several times that it's not good to stay up late as it will affect your work the next day."
Xiao Zhang secretly glanced at Professor Song. His eye bags and dark circles were no smaller than his own, but he didn't dare to say anything. He wanted to cry but said without tears:
"Professor Song, you really wronged me. I was so tired yesterday that I didn't even go home. I just went back to the dormitory and fell asleep. But who knew I had a strange nightmare all night, which scared me so much."
Hearing this, Professor Song's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of strange dream is this?"
"In the dream, someone was chanting sutras, and then I dreamed of Zhi Dun's skeleton."
Xiao Zhang sighed, spread his hands, and said innocently: "After such a long night, I can't sleep well at all."
Professor Song was stunned on the spot, with a face full of astonishment. He had no intention of listening to what he said next, because it was almost the same as the content in his dream!
Xiao Zhang looked at Professor Song's sudden change in expression and was still a little confused: "What's wrong, Professor Song?"
"I also had this dream yesterday, and the content was the same as yours..."
This time, Xiao Zhang's expression also became subtle, trying to find the look of joking on Professor Song's face.
"It can't be such a coincidence, are we having the same dream?"
The two looked at each other, speechless.
Later, I saw several colleagues coming out of the dormitory one after another. Without exception, they all had the same combination of dark circles and bags under their eyes. It seemed that they had not had a good rest last night.
After some communication, everyone had the same dream, the same sound of chanting sutras, Zhi Dun's skeleton, and the shadow that sat opposite Zhi Dun but couldn't see clearly.
It’s so weird that so many people have had the same dream!
Someone said, "Is there something wrong with Master Zhidu's skeleton, so let us have a dream."
These words immediately reminded everyone.
Professor Song's expression changed slightly, and he immediately went to the room where the bones were stored, followed by a crowd of people.
The researchers who came to work from home the next day looked at it and looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.
"What happened? Professor Song was in a hurry early in the morning."
"I don't know. Let's go over and have a look."
However, soon, when Professor Song opened the door to the room, the scene that greeted them shocked everyone at the door and did not move for a long time.
"White bones cross one's knees?!"
The escaped skeleton was originally lying flat among them, but now it straightened up and was sitting cross-legged in meditation!
This was the scene in Professor Song's dream. Zhi Dun was sitting cross-legged, and the shadow was standing not far away.
The dream and reality gradually overlapped, but now there is no shadow.
"Who did this?"
Professor Song reacted and his face suddenly turned pale.
He thought that someone deliberately put Zhidun's skeleton in such a shape to pretend to be a ghost. Otherwise, why would it be like this?
The other people's eyes were also filled with surprise and uncertainty, and no one came out to admit it.
After all, who would do such a boring thing? No benefit at all!
Seeing that he could not get an answer, Professor Song gave an order and directly asked the security department to adjust the surveillance in the room to his mobile phone.
Suddenly, a group of people came forward to watch.
The surveillance footage was normal during the day, and no one had been to this room.
At night, the picture becomes blurry. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a layer of fog.
The white fog became thicker and thicker, and soon covered the entire room, completely surrounding the skeleton, and nothing could be captured in the camera.
"It's fog again!"
The strange feeling in everyone's heart became deeper and deeper, and they all remembered the ancient bronze sword that had disappeared before.
It was a similar situation before the ancient sword disappeared. The sudden fog made the monitoring ineffective. When the screen was restored, the ancient sword had disappeared.
Professor Song had a vague premonition in his heart. The abnormality of the skeleton must be related to the white mist!
Sure enough, when the fog in the surveillance screen dissipated, Zhidun's skeleton was already sitting cross-legged!
It was exactly the same as what they saw when they first came in!
"Could it be that the skeleton this time is the same person as the one who stole the ancient bronze sword before?"
"It must be so. Even the methods are similar. Otherwise, how can we explain the mist?"
"This is too arrogant. He actually commits crimes repeatedly and doesn't take us seriously."
"But how did he do it? How did he create the fog? How did he hide it from everyone's sight?"
While everyone was discussing, a scream came from the side.
"Ah!"
But Assistant Li looked frightened, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He pointed forward, his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Zhi, the bones that escaped"
Professor Song and others quickly looked over, their expressions suddenly horrified.
But they saw that Zhi Dun's skeleton was crumbling and already in a state of decay. When they came back to their senses, where were the skeletons? Some were just piles of ashes that fell all over the bed, like a grave.
The earthly connection is over and everything has turned to ashes!
Looking at the shocking scene in front of me, the air fell into dead silence.
Human bones are very hard. Even if the flesh has been decomposed by microorganisms in the air, if the bones are properly preserved, they will not decay for thousands of years.
This is why relatively complete corpses can often be unearthed in ancient tombs.
When Zhidun's skeleton was excavated, it can be said that it was very well preserved, and the people at the research center have tested it. If it is taken good care of later, there will be no problem if it continues to be stored for hundreds of years. They have also been treating it with caution.
However, first the ancient bronze sword disappeared inexplicably; then the Zhidun skeleton sat up inexplicably; and now the skeleton decayed and turned into ashes directly under their noses...
Unbelievable things happened one after another, constantly impacting their hearts.
Inadvertently, I remembered that strange dream again. That night, everyone living in the research center had this dream.
Could this be a sign?
Or maybe Zhi Dun really entrusted them with a dream?
If Zhi Dun's skeleton was caused by man-made objects, how should this dream be explained?
It’s impossible for the person behind the scenes to really have any magical means, and he can even control dreams!
"The ancient sword is gone when the fog is gone, and the bones are sitting on the white bones when the fog is gone. This..."
Some people are thinking wildly, "Could it be that the previous ancient sword was taken away by Master Zhidun, and then Master Zhidun also ended the mortal relationship and completely disappeared?"
"What you are saying is a bit too mysterious. Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?"
"Otherwise, how can we explain that so many people have had that dream, as well as the disappearing ancient sword and the suddenly decayed bones."
"Perhaps someone is pretending to be a ghost. Maybe it was psychological suggestion and hypnosis that made everyone have the same dream."
"Even the world's hypnosis masters can't do this. If you hypnotize so many of us, you're probably not kidding."
"You major in archeology. How many tombs have you visited? When have you ever seen a ghost? If you believe in natural science, there must be a reason!"
Everyone was in a quarrel, everyone had different opinions.
Some people say that the person who stole the ancient sword is playing tricks behind his back, while others think that the escape is really a manifestation.
Professor Song rubbed his temples, and there was another wave of uncertainty. The matter of the ancient bronze sword had not been resolved yet, and such a big change had occurred to Zhi Dun's skeleton.
"What time has it been? If you are still in the mood to argue here, collect the ashes, put them in jars, and contact the Buddhist Association."
At this moment, he had to think about how to explain to the Buddhist Association that the body of a good monk suddenly turned into ashes?
Those who didn’t know better thought that Master Zhidu was cremated in their own archaeological center!
Professor Song sighed, and suddenly thought of the strange shadow that appeared opposite Zhi Dun in his dream.
It is said that the person who discussed Taoism with Zhidun was also an expert, but there is no record in history. It can be said that it is extremely mysterious.
For some reason, he actually felt that the two were inexplicably similar...
And I can’t help but think of the previous visit to Qiguang Temple in Yunling City. The monks there once said that it was the ancient mysterious master who was manifesting his holiness...
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. How is this possible?"
"It's impossible, impossible..."
…
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ye Qin also knew that he had brought a disturbance to the archaeological center, but he did not take it to heart. He just lamented that the fate with Zhidun was over.
The dusty world has dispersed, and people are like candle ashes.
When we meet this time, maybe Zhi Dun has understood his wish, right?
After coming out of Zhidun's room, he couldn't completely calm down. After saying goodbye to his old friend, he planned to go shopping again, and he still had plenty of time to wander around, so he was not in a hurry to go back.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't find the reason why the ancient sword disappeared and then appeared in the ditch.
While Ye Qin was wandering around the research center, a weak energy came from the air, faintly visible. If you don't sense it carefully, it can be easily ignored.
Ye Qin's expression was slightly startled, but was instantly replaced by surprise, "This seems to be the fluctuation of the mottled years. Is it possible that there are also fragments of time here?"
I originally thought I would come back empty-handed this time, but I never thought there would be such a surprise.
However, this power was too weak and Ye Qin was not sure. He released all his mental power and followed this wave to a room.
This is probably specially used to store cultural relics such as calligraphy, painting, and clay sculptures. All of them are calligraphy, painting, or various statues, and there are many authentic works of famous people.
Ye Qin explored carefully and finally came to an ancient painting. "The mottled breath of time seems to come from here."
This painting looks quite historical, and its style is inherited from the green landscape painting style of the Northern Song Dynasty. By the stone edge and the waterside, ancient pines and quills are singing, the scholar is playing the piano, the bosom friend is sitting and listening, leisurely conversing, and the waiter is standing sideways with a focused expression.
The hillside in the distance is gentle and gradually disappears into the mist. The picture is colored in green, and the foot of the slope is covered with ocher. The colors are distinct, and the characters have a calm expression, which is natural and harmonious, giving it an otherworldly feeling.
Even though Ye Qin didn't know how to appreciate paintings and drink tea, he couldn't help but be attracted by the artistic conception of this painting.
It's just that this painting is special. It doesn't have a signature. Ye Qin doesn't know who painted it.
Ye Qin was shocked and confused. He originally thought that only "regions" would produce fragments of time, such as the ancient Taoist temples and historical relics, but he never thought that ancient objects would also appear on them.
"It seems that I was narrow-minded before. The carrier of the fragments of time is uncertain. It may be a certain building or a certain object. The scope is wider than I imagined."
Ye Qin released his mental power and tried to establish a connection with the painting, but there seemed to be an invisible wall blocking him from the ancient painting.
After trying several times in a row, there was no response. His mental power was also in a state of flux. There was no feedback and it was impossible to completely penetrate it.
"No, is there something wrong?"
Ye Qin looked at the ancient painting and finally discovered the problem. He couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity."
Although this painting has the atmosphere of time, it is too weak to form a fragment, and Ye Qin naturally cannot enter it.
In the end, the joy was all in vain. If there were fragments of mottled years here, it would be another opportunity for him.
However, Ye Qin didn't feel it was a pity. After all, the conditions for forming Time Fragments were too difficult and not common. How could he be so lucky that he encountered two of them at once.
"Even so, it would be a pity if the breath of time contained in it is wasted. I wonder if there is any way to absorb it."
Maybe if we give ancient paintings a little more time and opportunity, maybe it can form fragments of mottled time, but there are too many uncertainties in this.
Ye Qin remembered that after breaking through the realm, he had never found a suitable object for visualization.
Now it seems that the ancient painting is just right. If he chooses this painting to meditate on, he might be able to absorb the energy in it. Moreover, his being able to come here is invisibly destined to this painting.
Ye Qin has already had the experience of visualizing rivers in fragments of the mottled years, and is no stranger to this kind of thing.
Although he is wandering now, it does not affect him.
Ye Qin called out the original white bones and looked at them intently.
In a daze, the contents of the ancient paintings became clearer and clearer. He could even see the accessories and subtle expressions of the figures clearly.
It was as if a huge picture scroll was slowly unfolding, covering his entire body.
Ye Qin seemed to be inside the painting all of a sudden. There was a universe within it, a world of its own. Soon these people and things became alive, as if they had been given some kind of life.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing by his ears, mixed with the sound of gurgling water, as if he was in the mountains and fields. The sweet sound of the piano came from not far away, like the sound of nature. It can be said that they complement each other and are exquisite.
He was so immersed in the melodious sound of the piano that he didn't know anything about heaven and earth. It seemed that all the troubles in the world had been swept away, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Such an artistic conception made Ye Qin feel an unprecedented emptiness both physically and mentally. As his visualization gradually became better, he seemed to be integrated into the entire painting.
He was already wandering, and when he was imagining the ancient paintings, he could be said to have devoted himself wholeheartedly to them, subconsciously forgetting the passage of time.
The high mountains, luxuriant forests and bamboos, and the clear currents and rushing water reflected it all around, just like a paradise. Just as he was immersed in the world of ancient paintings, not knowing what night it was,
However, there was a slight tingling sensation in his soul, which seemed to be reminding Ye Qin of something.
Ye Qin suddenly woke up, and then recalled that he was still in a fugue. He was so absorbed in the visualization that he almost lost track of time.
"Oops! The time is up."
He hurriedly returned the same way, racing against time. In the process, the feeling of heart palpitations became more and more obvious, his soul was constantly being pulled, and he was about to lose contact with his body at any time.
Ye Qin's soul moved forward rapidly, running rampant in the archaeological center. Anyway, it would not be hindered by physical objects, so it could walk through the wall.
Professor Song, who was currently studying why Zhidu's body suddenly decayed, was suddenly startled and turned around abruptly.
There was nothing behind him.
Assistant Li noticed his movements and asked in confusion: "Professor Song, what's wrong?"
Professor Song shook his head, "It's nothing. It felt like someone just passed by, and there seemed to be a familiar gaze."
However, Assistant Li looked around and saw that the surrounding area was empty, let alone people, not even a ghost.
But Assistant Li looked convinced and asked cautiously: "Could it be that Master Zhidun passed by here just now?"
Professor Song's face suddenly darkened: "..."
…
At the critical moment, Ye Qin finally returned to his body, and he still felt unrealistic.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been out of the body for too long, but I feel an extremely strange feeling, as if it’s not my own body, but that feeling is fleeting.
With the fusion of soul and body, there is no longer the weird feeling before.
"It was almost over time."
"I was careless this time. You must pay attention to the time next time. Otherwise, if you lose your life because of this, it will not be worth the gain."
Although he was a little careless this time, Ye Qin gained a lot. As he visualized the ancient painting with the breath of time, his state of mind reached perfection and improvement at this moment, and it seemed that the missing corners were finally filled.
"The most important thing is that I have completed a visualization, but I don't know what function this visualization of ancient paintings will have."
Just as Ye Qin was thinking, a chilling pressure suddenly fell from the sky!
He looked up at the sky.
The black clouds above the head expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, squeezing the originally blue sky, as if the inkstone had been knocked over, and the thick ink on it splashed out, smearing the entire sky.
In just a moment, the sky turned dark and gloomy, as if it could drip water. The strong wind roared, causing the big trees to sway left and right, and the frail little flowers and grass were already trembling.
"Looking at this situation, I'm afraid a disaster is coming."
Ye Qin's emerald green eyes flashed a solemn expression.
The reason why the heavenly calamity had not fallen before was because he had not yet succeeded in visualizing it. Now that the gap in this aspect had been filled, the real heavenly calamity was finally brewing.
For the arrival of this day, Ye Qin had already prepared for the arrival of the calamity cloud when it was formed. Now he is not surprised, but he did not expect it to be so fast. After all, he had just completed the visualization.
This was Ye Qin's first heavenly tribulation. He guessed that the power must be extraordinary. If the tribulation were to be overcome in Kyoto, it would definitely cause a lot of chaos.
After Ye Qin thought for a moment, he quickly crawled towards the suburbs. There were steep mountains and many trees for shelter, which was a perfect place to escape the tribulation.
As a result, people in Kyoto once again saw a strange scene.
The black clouds that originally stayed motionless over the research center began to move rapidly again.
This time, the speed was even worse than before. The sky suddenly became dark in a certain area, but within a few seconds, it became bright again. It was like a joke, causing many people to stop and watch.
And as the black cloud moved, the scope also expanded a lot, and the feeling of depression became more intense.
The maverick black cloud quickly attracted the attention and discussion of netizens, and some people even followed its trajectory.
At this moment, the sky above the suburbs of Kyoto seemed to be pressed down by a huge black stone, and the sky was drooped, unable to bear such a weight.
Not far away, the green mountains are like ink. As the black clouds arrive and spread, only a faint outline is left. It seems that most of them have been swallowed by the black clouds.
The clouds were thick and rumbling could be heard from time to time, and they were still brewing. It looked like a storm was coming, and the wind was blowing all over the building.
The black cloud began to spread rapidly, and within half an hour, it spread from the suburbs of Kyoto to the city.
The strangeness here quickly attracted the attention of many nearby citizens, who even took photos and posted them online.
"It took me just a moment to see the black cloud. Why did it become so big? It wasn't like this when I saw it before."
"Anyway, I think this cloud is quite strange. It moves for a while and stops for a while. It's like going crazy. It's like a face-changing master in Peking Opera."
"Don't you think the weather in Kyoto has been really weird recently? First there was a rare dust devil, and now there are such strange black clouds. The weather station can't give an accurate explanation."
"I guess the meteorological station is confused. I feel there may be a heavy downpour later."
"It's already cloudy here. It looks like it's going to rain heavily. It's autumn rain and cold."
Storms and clouds gathered in the suburbs of Kyoto, and the ink became thicker and thicker, soon filling the entire sky.
That day, at 3:20 pm Kyoto time, the entire Kyoto was finally shrouded in black.
An unprecedented rainstorm hit Kyoto, catching various official departments off guard.
The rain is coming! (End of chapter)
