Three hexagrams are calculated in one day, and the three hexagrams determine the world.
As the Dragon King Temple becomes more and more famous, more and more people come here to worship. They are all attracted by this mysterious temple blessing.
Even if the master only told three hexagrams every day, it could not dissipate the enthusiasm of everyone. They hoped that the master would choose them. The chosen people were even happier than winning a million-dollar lottery. They approached in the envious and jealous eyes of the people around them. Inside the room.
Cigarettes curled up, and white smoke slowly floated out from the small bronze stove with flowers and birds wrapped around branches. Coupled with the thick green curtains, there was a little more mystery that could not be explained.
Although the pilgrims who came for divination could not see the figure opposite, they still bowed devoutly, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."
No one thought that behind the curtain, a faint green light flickered.
The slender creature had horns on its head and four claws on its abdomen. It clearly looked like a dragon recorded in ancient books, but its body was reduced several times, and it looked about the same size as an ordinary green snake.
As the pilgrim finished speaking, Ye Qin could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable aura from his body that was injected into the temple. This aura could not be caught with the naked eye and could only be sensed with spiritual energy.
During this period of time, he had seen countless such auras gathering in the sky above the temple.
Not everyone has it, and among these breaths, some people's breath is mottled, with only a thin wisp that can be blown away by the wind, while some people's breath is very pure, and is as thick as a thumb.
Especially those who come to tell fortunes. Compared with other tourists visiting the temple, these people have a good atmosphere.
These are the intentions of all living beings.
Originally, there was only a thin sky above the Dragon King Temple, but as time passed, he came to the temple to tell people's fortunes. Now this aura has reached a certain scale. As time goes by, it will definitely be able to achieve success.
Ye Qin has also witnessed the growth of the temple's businesses.
As he guessed, the formation of public business requires not only popularity, but also devout faith and worship. Only in this way can public business be generated.
The higher the popularity and the more pious the belief, the faster the formation of business will be, and vice versa.
"But how do businesses give birth to guardians?"
Ye Qin didn't understand this yet, but he deduced that this might make his idea of combining 'time fragments' with 'alternative immortality' come true.
But the details still need to be explored.
As for why he had this idea, it was naturally because Ye Qin wanted to use it to deduce the way to immortality in future cultivation.
After the idea in his heart was confirmed, Ye Qin had no need to stay any longer, and he did not intend to tell people's fortunes all the time. The so-called fortune telling was just a way to experience the world of mortals and witness the formation of business.
Now that his goal has been achieved, he wants to continue traveling.
On the second day, when everyone came to the Dragon King Temple again, they found a rest sign hung on the door of the room.
"Ah, Master, why are you off today? There are only three places in one day. So there is no chance today. I even came all the way from the next city."
"What do you mean? I heard that there is a master here who is very effective in fortune-telling. He came from other provinces. Who would have thought that he would have a day off today? What a bad luck."
"How about we make a suggestion to the master next time and add a few more places. I can provide a lot of incense money!"
"The master is a truly upright and upright person, so he looks down on these stinking things. If he wanted to make money, he would have charged a fee."
"That's right. I heard that this calculation is a secret. It's very nerve-wracking and may even affect your life span. Maybe it's for this reason that Master only counts three calculations every day."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, but there was nothing they could do. After all, while others were resting, they couldn't find the master. They originally thought of coming back tomorrow.
But they never thought that on the third and fourth days, there was still a rest sign at the door. Now the people who came here were anxious and went to the manager of the Dragon King Temple to ask for an explanation.
The managers were also confused because even they had never seen the true face of the master. This was really abnormal. When facing the pilgrims who came to ask for help, the managers felt like crying without tears.
The master seemed to appear out of thin air, and there was no contract signed. There seemed to be a mysterious power that affected their memory and perception. They had no impression of how the master came to be employed.
The key is that everyone thought it was reasonable. It was only when the person disappeared that their perceptions became clear and they discovered something unusual.
The administrator did not have any relevant information about the master, and when he asked other people in the temple, they all said they had never seen this person.
Faced with this statement from the Dragon King Temple, the pilgrims were in an uproar and found it incredible, but looking at the manager's expression, it didn't look like he was lying.
The appearance and disappearance of the master is like a mystery, and everyone is talking about it.
"Could it be that the master is a god? Otherwise, how can we explain why he is so mysterious?"
"It's very possible, so when the time comes, the master will suddenly disappear."
"Do you think he is the incarnation of the Dragon King and is traveling in the mortal world?"
"No wonder the master's fortune-telling is so accurate. It seems to have a background. I said how could a mortal reach this point? The master is indeed extraordinary."
"I really regret it. If I had known that the master had an extraordinary background, I should have come here earlier. Maybe I could get the gods to help me make a fortune!"
Many people beat their chests and sighed, and those who were lucky enough to be chosen by the master to tell fortunes were even more proud and had smiles on their faces. After all, they were among the very few lucky ones.
Regarding the background and identity of the master, the more they talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes. Some people say that he is a god, others say that he is a dragon king. In short, there are different opinions.
Because his fortune-telling was so accurate, coupled with his sudden appearance and disappearance, and the fact that the administrators of the Dragon King Temple did not know this person’s true identity, all these factors cast a mysterious color on this matter, and even eventually evolved into Became a local legend.
Although people have left, the popularity of Dragon King Temple has not increased but decreased. More and more people come to worship, hoping to meet the mysterious master again here one day.
Ye Qin had no idea how big a storm was caused after leaving. At this time, he had already embarked on a new journey, driving along the south, and soon left Dongshan Province.
I plan to take a trip back to Longyuan Mountain, the foggy capital.
After all, it has been more than a year since I came out, so it’s time to go back and take a look.
…
Although his body size has shrunk a lot, Ye Qin's speed is not slow. It can be said that he can travel thousands of miles in a day. The huge dragon body is faster, but that would be too eye-catching. This size makes it easier for him to travel in the world.
After transforming into a dragon, Ye Qin became more aware of the aura of heaven and earth. He could vaguely sense which area had abundant aura, and he soon stopped next to a lake.
The scenery here is quite good with green mountains and green waters. Perhaps because he turned into a dragon, he loves the water bodies very much.
The setting sun casts a faint layer of light on the west mountain, and the floating light is like a school of fish gathering in it. There are smoke curling up in the distance, and there is a mist like blue smoke on the water, and the gray hazy mountain shadows are vaguely discernible. .
The land is vast and sparsely populated, with only a few small villages nearby. Plus it's getting late, so there aren't many people there.
There is a stele standing next to the lake, with the word "Sheyang" engraved on it in ancient characters. Judging from the age of this stele, it has cracks like spider webs all over the stele and is covered with moss. The setting sun draws out the shadow of this stele. of extremely long.
"There is a breath of fluctuations in time here."
Ye Qin carefully sensed it and determined that there were extraordinary fluctuations here. He released his spiritual power and soon connected to the inexplicable aura.
In the torrent of time, no one noticed that a small fragment of it began to slowly flow backwards.
In the past, it took a lot of time to enter the years segment. As Ye Qin's soul became more and more stable, the time spent later became less and less, and it could be completed almost instantly.
Ye Qin walked out of Shangqing Temple. It was already dusk in reality, but here it was obvious that the genius was still bright.
The sky slightly showed a fish-belly white look, and the morning fog had not completely dissipated. The surroundings were shrouded in a vague veil, and the gentle breeze rippled on the lake in the distance.
The area of the lake is much larger than what Ye Qin saw in reality. There are also thatched houses around it, and it seems that there are still people living there.
Ye Qin crawled over curiously and saw that the window of the thatched house was half open, and he could clearly see the panoramic view of the house. There were not many furnishings inside and it looked a bit crude.
There was a table next to the window, and a young man was writing furiously. Probably because he was not satisfied with the writing, he picked up the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the corner of the room. There were many paper balls like this on the ground. I don’t know how much paper I wasted writing.
The young man bit the pen holder and didn't even know that ink got on his face.
Probably because Ye Qin's gaze was too intense, the young man finally noticed it. He originally thought it was a small animal passing by the lake, but he subconsciously raised his head and met his pair of emerald green pupils.
The young man looked straight at the horns on Ye Qin's head, couldn't help but rub his eyes, and then jumped up from the chair excitedly.
"Dragon! I knew there must be a dragon in this world."
"Let me think about it, what's the next story?"
He was excited and incoherent, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Sometimes he was smiling, sometimes he was thinking hard, and his behavior seemed very different from ordinary people.
Ye Qin has been to many years and met many people, but there has never been anyone like the young man in front of him.
The young man also realized his gaffe. After coming to his senses, he smiled sheepishly at Ye Qin and said, "I'm sorry, I saw you were a little excited and made you laugh."
Ye Qin shook his head, "It's okay, I don't know what to call it?"
The young man subconsciously puffed up his chest and said proudly, "I am a layman from Sheyang."
As if thinking of something, he continued to add: "Maybe you have never heard of this name now, but a hundred or even a thousand years from now, my name will definitely go down in history! It will be passed down through the ages!"
What a loud tone!
Ye Qin felt a little more interested and climbed onto the young man's desk. Most of the yellow manuscript paper was already written, and he should be writing some story.
Although the writing style is still a bit immature, the wording is simple, the conception is unique, and the descriptions are delicate. With just a few strokes, a world of ghosts, gods, and strange things is outlined, making people want to continue reading.
"I plan to start the story with the tripod used by Dayu to control the floods, and write several short stories around this tripod. These short stories are all independent, but interspersed with each other, and they are somehow related to the tripod. Contact, what do you think?!”
The more the young man talked, the more excited he became. For a moment, his thoughts surged, and he ignored Ye Qin's reply and began to write.
Ye Qin watched from the side without disturbing him. After all, this was the first time he met such an interesting person. His initially impetuous heart suddenly became calmer.
In the past, when I entered the passage of time, most of the time I discussed things with others, but this is the first time I have seen others write about them.
One person and one dragon get along in an extremely harmonious manner.
The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of young people writing, like a long ancient melody, which made people unable to help but indulge in it.
The breeze floated, bringing with it the faint fragrance of ink. For some reason, Ye Qin felt sleepy. Those small words penetrated into his sight like ants, and soon became a little blurry.
Even the sound of scraping paper and pen seemed extremely distant.
Ye Qin felt that he had walked a long distance, but when he opened his eyes, what he saw was darkness.
A black curtain shrouded the surroundings, making the surroundings airtight, as if in the universe, but no stars could be seen.
"Strange, wasn't I in the Time Fragment? Why did I suddenly come to this place? Where is this place?"
Ye Qin looked a little confused. He clearly remembered that he was on the young man's desk and seemed to be watching him write, but why in the blink of an eye he was in an unknown place again.
He quickly noticed something was wrong with his body, and lowered his head subconsciously. His slender limbs came into view, dressed in white clothes like snow, graceful and graceful.
Ye Qin finally understood where the sense of dissonance came from.
He is no longer in snake form - but in human form!
Because at this moment, I turned into the original white bones, and the appearance of the white bones in life, the form of a woman.
"How come even the original bones came out?"
Ye Qin couldn't help but mutter to himself, all of this was weird, but before he could understand it, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the dark sky above his head, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.
He took a closer look and saw that it was a luminous sphere, traveling as fast as a meteor, dragging its long tail and sliding down from the sky, before falling into the boundless darkness.
"boom!"
Only a loud noise was heard, and countless firelights exploded, as if thousands of fire butterflies jumped out of the abyss, and then scattered around, disappearing into this dark world.
Ye Qin continued to walk forward, feeling like a firefly walking alone in the dark. He didn't know how long it took before he finally saw a little light.
The magnificent Milky Way flows slowly, like a silver ribbon. The originally unchanged dark scene finally has some other colors.
There were many small luminous creatures in the river, swimming around as if they had their own lives. After hearing the footsteps, they all hid, and even the light became much dimmer.
Ye Qin looked at the strange scenes around him, with more and more doubts in his heart, "What on earth is this place?"
Under the vast night sky, surrounded by silver ribbons, small creatures emitting faint light have various weird appearances. They gather in groups of three or five, becoming the only color in this void world.
Ye Qin couldn't help but touch it with his fingers, and the light dispersed instantly. These small creatures had no entity at all, and after a while, they slowly closed up.
He stepped into the strange and strange world inside, and everywhere he looked, there were scenery completely different from the real world.
Occasionally there is a huge sphere on the horizon, dragging a long tail, falling into nothingness, splashing countless brilliant sparks, such a scene makes people feel extremely spectacular and shocking.
Deep, vast, and ethereal were his impressions of this world.
He didn't know how long he walked, but the black color finally faded away and was replaced by a barren land. The yellow-brown soil looked nutrient-poor, and Ye Qin didn't feel the presence of any spiritual energy.
Not to mention the green plants, not even a weed was seen. This place has become a place where life has been forgotten. Looking around, there is only one living person, Ye Qin.
Ye Qin could only continue walking forward, and seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye, "Hey, what is this?"
There is a strange building not far away. The black appearance is piled up in the shape of a pagoda, reflecting cold light. I don't know what material it is made of. There is a long thin line on it.
Ye Qin felt a strange fluctuation on it, but he couldn't tell the specifics. Just when he was about to investigate carefully.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't touch me randomly, be careful of Tianzong causing trouble for you."
A cold female voice suddenly sounded, and Ye Qin turned around. A woman appeared behind him at some point, but he didn't notice it at all.
The woman was wearing a cyan dress. The material of the dress was extremely strange, as if moonlight was flowing slowly. Her face was also covered with white gauze, so her true appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of amber eyes were exposed, shining with a cold light. .
This woman's temperament is extremely otherworldly, like a fairy who has stepped on the moon.
"Who are you?"
Ye Qin felt the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations from the woman, and he couldn't help but look a little surprised. After all, he was the only one in the world who could practice, and he had never seen other monks.
Now a female cultivator suddenly appeared with such a powerful spiritual energy. Why didn't Ye Qin be surprised?
Could it be that he has traveled through time again?
Ye Qin had many doubts in his mind. The female cultivator did not answer him, but pointed to the pagoda-like building on the ground and said: "This is the signal tower built by Tianzong. Tianzong is not easy to mess with, so it is best not to touch it."
Tianzong? Signal tower?
Hearing the various terms from the female cultivator's mouth, Ye Qin felt a sense of absurdity that time and space were out of place. He had never heard these words before.
Ye Qin remained calm, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and made insidious inquiries.
"But this signal tower is of little use to Tianzong now. They plan to build a new one in the wilderness."
Ye Qin asked curiously: "Where is the borderland?"
"Not far ahead."
The moment the female cultivator finished speaking, she waved her hand, and silver spiritual light spilled out from the center of her palm. Her slender hand seemed like an immortal guiding the way. The stars gathered in it, forming a huge transparent water mirror, and a large desolate scenery appeared inside.
Ye Qin originally thought that the place he was in was barren enough, but he didn't expect that the land over there was even more desolate. The black rocks were exposed and only covered with a thin layer of soil, which looked shocking.
Ye Qin couldn't help but sigh, "It's too desolate here."
"It's a deserted place after all."
Just when Ye Qin was visiting the water mirror, a light blue shadow came into view, which gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling, and his heart palpitated, causing faint ripples.
Ye Qin couldn't help but mutter to himself: "What is this."
It was a pity that what was seen in the water mirror was not complete. Ye Qin ran forward suddenly, so fast that he almost left afterimages in the air. Even the small creatures around him were blown to the side by the strong wind. in the nothingness.
Ye Qin soon came to the picture shown by Shui Jing.
The azure sphere floats under the night sky, with its blue and white colors, and you can feel the rich vitality and fluctuations coming from it, making it a special existence in this borderland.
Feeling the familiar fluctuations coming from the sphere, Ye Qin's heart was filled with turmoil, and he subconsciously blurted out: "This is the earth?!"
"It turns out that the name of this wild star is Earth. How did fellow Taoist know it?"
The cold female voice reappeared, and the female cultivator appeared next to Ye Qin again. Ye Qin was no longer as surprised as he was the first time by her appearance.
There was a hint of regret on the female cultivator's face.
"The spiritual energy of these stars is thin and the way of heaven is incomplete. It is impossible to practice at all, but there seems to be a strong vitality coming from it. I didn't expect that in such a barren land, it can still breed life and technological civilization. It's just a pity."
Ye Qin was a little confused, "What does this mean?"
"Didn't I tell you before that Tianzong is going to build a new signal tower here. This planet will affect the construction of the signal tower."
Ye Qin couldn't help but feel nervous after hearing this, "What will happen to this planet?"
"It may be demolished or moved to other places. After all, technological civilization was born here, and life exists. It will not be easily erased. They should be moved away and moved to other places in the universe."
The female cultivator spoke very casually, as if what she was relocating was not a planet, but an ordinary object. Apparently such things were very common.
Ye Qin is not sure whether his current state is time travel again or something else, but his intuition tells him that this planet is the earth he once lived on.
"But is there still life on this planet?"
The female cultivator looked at Ye Qin and wondered why he was so excited, "It's just the wild stars, where do fellow Taoists come from? Since he can travel around the wilderness of the universe, he must be from a big sect?"
Ye Qin opened his mouth and was about to refute.
The female cultivator's eyes were stunned and fell into the distance. Ye Qin followed her gaze and looked over. The huge white light was like a ferocious beast, swallowing everything.
Under the influence of the white light, all the scenery exploded, and crackling sounds were heard endlessly. Swept into it by this light, an unfathomable vortex soon formed and continued to spread toward the void.
The figure of the female cultivator had long since disappeared. Looking at the deep whirlpool so close at hand, Ye Qin's heart palpitated, and his soul was split into countless tiny pieces, causing a dense feeling of pain.
As this world fell, he also fell with it. There was an obvious feeling of weightlessness in his body. He wanted to break free, but the attraction coming from the white light was too great.
Someone seemed to be calling in his ears, and Ye Qin suddenly opened his eyes, only to be met with the curious gaze of the young man.
"Does it mean that dragons can also sleep? I just heard you talking, but did you have a nightmare?"
Ye Qin's eyes were misty, and he was still a little out of consciousness. He looked at the surrounding environment, the familiar thatched house, and the scent of ink that hit his nostrils. Everything was so familiar and yet strange.
He was clearly still in the fragment of time, and it turned out that it was just a bizarre dream.
Recalling the bizarre scenes in his dream, Ye Qin felt a little unbelievable. He had not had a dream for a long time, but this dream was a little strange, and it was as real as if he had experienced it himself.
However, there is such a strange thing as entering a fragment of mottled years, and it is not surprising to have a dream full of mystery.
and……
Looking at the classics on the table, Ye Qin felt a little enlightened.
This dream was obviously affected by fragments of the mottled years, so I had a dream that was as wild as a plot.
Ye Qin glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the young man's words had covered the entire manuscript paper. It seemed that he was in good condition, his literary thoughts were flowing, and he was getting better. He had written so much without realizing it.
Noticing Ye Qin's gaze, the young man was very proud, "I have already written the beginning of this story. Do you want to come and take a look?"
Faced with the young man's warm invitation, Ye Qin became interested and said, "That's fine."
"You have read my story. Can you tell me about the dream you just had? Maybe I can write it in."
"oh?"
Ye Qin was surprised, but he didn't refuse. He slowly told about his dream just now.
After hearing this, his eyes shone, and he gradually revealed a look of obsession. He was immersed in Ye Qin's words, and a magnificent starry scene slowly unfolded in front of him.
It's a pity that when he got to the most exciting part of his story, Ye Qin suddenly stopped, and the young man couldn't help but urge:
"Why don't you talk about it? What will happen next? What is the origin of that female cultivator, and the Tiantian Sect, are they really going to demolish the earth!"
"I also want to know the answer, but unfortunately I woke up from my dream when I got here."
The young man beat his chest and feet angrily, scratched his head and head, and was simply restless. For him, hearing half of the story without any follow-up was simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
"This dream is really wonderful. It is beyond what I have ever seen in my life. I never thought that practitioners in the world would be like this? Doesn't that mean that if there are gods in this world, they all live in heaven?"
"I finally have inspiration!"
He boasted that he had traveled to many places and heard many local anecdotes. He recorded them all and used them as material, but none of them could compare with what Ye Qin just described.
The young man has never felt that his vocabulary is so lacking. Even after exhausting what he has learned in his life, he cannot describe what Ye Qin is telling him.
It is difficult for the human brain to imagine such a spectacular and majestic scene. Perhaps only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know what true shock is. Unfortunately, this was Ye Qin's dream and he could not witness it with his own eyes.
Originally, the young man was complacent about what he had just written, feeling that his imagination was so imaginative that he had constructed a bizarre world, but now he showed a look of disgust.
He crumpled the paper into a ball again and threw it into the corner of the room, not wanting any of his efforts to be wasted.
Ye Qin couldn't help but be a little surprised, "This is the beginning that you spent a lot of time writing. Wouldn't it be a waste to just throw it away like this?"
The young man shook his head, "I already have a better idea in my mind. People who write books naturally have to strive for excellence and bring the best stories to the world."
After that, he started writing quickly again.
Ye Qin looked at the young man's crazy look and couldn't help but shook his head. No wonder what he wrote has been passed down through the ages and has become a household name in later generations. With such spirit and persistence, even Ye Qin is ashamed.
Soon a familiar wave came, and it was time for Ye Qin to leave. Unfortunately, he could not see the new content written by the young man.
Unknowingly, it was already dusk, and under the setting sun, the dilapidated thatched houses were coated with a faint golden light.
The breeze blew, and the young man raised his head, stretched out, and rubbed his numb and sore arm from writing, "I have already written the beginning, and this story will definitely be able to--"
The words stopped suddenly, and the place where the green shadow originally hovered was empty.
The young man searched high and low, but could not find the dragon that had brought him countless inspirations. He was really mysterious to the extreme. He came quietly and disappeared without a trace.
"Is everything that just happened my dream?"
The young man scratched his head and stared blankly in the void, looking a little disappointed, but he soon recovered.
"Whether it's a dream or not, my story will continue."
After that, he continued to write, and the paper beside him rustled in the breeze, and a few large characters with flying phoenixes on the papyrus paper were faintly visible - "The Story of Yu Ding"
…
Thousands of years of wind have remained unchanged, blowing from the primitive world to the present, but the stories buried in the wind and sand are full of mysteries and mysteries, waiting for humans to discover and explore.
In the real world at this moment, Qi Xueqing is still exploring the story of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea and the Dragon King incident spread in coastal areas.
There was plenty of time for this study, so he had enough time. His next stop was originally the Confucius Temple or Laoshan, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change, and a phone call summoned him back in a hurry.
"Senior, why are you so anxious about something? My study here is not over yet."
"The teacher said that a few pages of damaged ancient books were found in a cemetery somewhere. They are related to Mr. Wu Cheng'en and have great research value. I couldn't explain a few words on the phone. In short, please come back quickly. .”
After hanging up the phone, Qi Xueqing immediately bought the nearest train and rushed back.
His professional teacher is a well-known old professor in the history department. He also holds many positions. He also has positions in the archaeological center and research institute. It can be said that he is highly respected.
Every time he discovers a cultural relic of great research significance, he will call his students to observe it together. You can learn a lot of useful knowledge by following him.
When Qi Xueqing hurried back, the others had almost arrived. In addition to some familiar faces from the history department, there were also some unfamiliar faces. Judging from the clothes, they should be from the institute.
"After our research and identification, these incomplete ancient books are likely to be one of the long-lost Yu Ding Ji."
Hearing this, everyone's hearts were filled with excitement.
The author of "Yu Ding Ji" is the famous Wu Cheng'en. Speaking of this word, few people may feel unfamiliar, because it will directly associate with a well-known name "Journey to the West"!
There are almost no Daxia people who don’t know these three words. Every Daxia person spent their childhood learning from the four masters and apprentices, and CCTV will broadcast it in rotation every winter and summer vacation.
Wu Cheng'en, whose courtesy name was Ruzhong and nicknamed Sheyang, was from Shanyang County, Huai'an Prefecture. His ancestral home was Anhui. He liked to read official and unofficial histories and stories about strange things.
"Huai'an Prefecture Chronicles" records that he is "sensitive and intelligent, well-versed in books, capable of writing poems and essays, and loves to read books about gods, ghosts, lemurs, and monkey spirits, such as "The Record of Hundreds of Monsters" and "You" "Yang Zazu" and other unofficial histories.
Under these influences, Wu Cheng'en wrote a series of works such as "Journey to the West", "Yuding Ji", "Sheyang Collection" in four volumes, and "Preface to Spring and Autumn Biographies".
The most famous among them is "Journey to the West", which has been continuously adapted into TV series and movies by later generations.
It is a pity that many of Wu Chengen's works have been lost, which is a huge pity for the history and culture of Daxia.
His Journey to the West alone is so wonderful, I can’t imagine how good other stories would be.
Wu Cheng'en uses rich and unique artistic imagination, vivid and tortuous storylines, and humorous language to build a bizarre world, but he can still see the projection of real society.
The dilapidated ancient book found by Wei Zhong, Qi Xueqing's teacher, was one of the long-lost "Yu Ding Ji" and had great research value. This is why Qi Xueqing was hurriedly called back.
After careful translation and restoration by Wei Zhong and others, the contents of the ancient book were finally revealed.
"The four directions above and below are called the universe, and the past and present are called the universe. I once thought that there is still a vast world outside the universe. One day, a guest suddenly arrived and brought anecdotes in a dream, saying: In the wild and wild part of the universe, there is a sphere named earth. This place A pagoda was built for practitioners to communicate with each other, so the star was removed or moved." (End of this chapter)
