Ninth day of the first day, morning.

A simple platform has been built in front of the cube west gate embedded in the upper half of Beauty Mountain, with a light red barrier covering the arch.

A young man in uniform said to Professor Chen and Chen Shu mainly to Chen Shu: "Professor Chen, Teacher Chen, when you go in, there will be instrument testing and you cannot carry items with space storage. If there is one, you can leave it to me for your temporary storage."

"No." Professor Chen couldn't afford it.

"Can these bets on mobile phone watches and necklaces?" Chen Shu asked.

"Yes, but you can also hand over the phone to me for your temporary storage. It's basically not available. Just wear a watch and check the time."

"OK."

So Chen Shu turned off the phone and handed it over to him.

"I will hand it back to you when you come out." The young man then took out two science fiction metal masks. "When you go in at the same time, you need two teachers to wear masks. The validity period of a single mask is greater than twelve hours. If several teachers have not come out yet, we will come in to remind you."

"I can't afford to be the title of teacher."

"I'll wear it for you."

"Thank you."

The mask is almost completely buckled on the face, and the eyes are lit up, like the mask of Iron Man, which has a sense of science fiction and can provide people with the ability to breathe and night vision.

Through the light red barrier, Chen Shu saw that the square west gate had been opened, but due to the isolation of the barrier, no sound came out.

Pass the test gate in turn to check the space items, and the crystal is immune to it.

Then enter the cube.

The skin is cold when crossing the barrier.

The light inside the cube is dim, and there is a passage several meters long after entering the door. The more you go inside, the dim the light becomes.

Chen Shu adapted a little and glanced around.

Unlike the outside of the cube, the curve inside the cube is more round and is no longer a cube. The inner wall is engraved with dense runes, all of which are first and second-level runes.

There is a rectangular stone platform in the center of the ground, with a flat top and an irregular black stone floating, about the same size as a slap.

There is also a stone tablet with a white glow behind the stone platform, facing the east gate.

At the same time, there were many boxes piled up on the ground, and the boxes looked like new, and they didn't look like they had been stored for five thousand years.

In fact, even if safety measures are not taken to allow external air to flow in, the things inside will not be damaged quickly.

"Same as other cubes."

Chen Shu murmured in a low voice and continued to look around.

If nothing unexpected happens, these boxes are filled with handicrafts from the time, precious materials needed by practitioners, and special books of varying types. Some of them were very precious at that time, but now they are no longer valuable, while others were ordinary at that time, but now they are priceless, and history has given them meaning again.

But something more valuable is on the center stone platform.

That stone.

This stone was called mustard stone in ancient times, also called storage stone, world stone, etc., and modern times, it is called space stone.

It has a space inside, which can store and a stable environment can also be installed in life. If it is smashed with huge force, the space inside will be divided equally.

In the past, people thought it might be the product of the brokenness of other universes. Later, with the plane theory proposed by Mr. Gong of the Euro, people speculated that it was the product of the brokenness of other planes.

Someone processed the fine space stones, set up switch methods and anti-theft restrictions, and then they became space items.

Therefore, space objects have nothing to do with people's spatial attainments. This is a kind of mine, and this kind of mine is not generated by this planet. Practitioners from ancient times have long used it, so that in this era, space objects are more expensive.

Some countries directly regulate it.

A space stone like this big can also accommodate creatures, and people often call it a secret realm.

Strategic materials.

Now a group of military and Taoist people are surrounding the space stone, wanting to take it down, then untie it, take out the things inside, and place them wherever you should put them. This space stone must be delivered to the military as a strategic weapon of Yiguo.

At present, Chen Shu and his team’s task is to clean up the items in these boxes on the ground, protect them, pack them, take them out, and store them well.

Some books will be sorted out later.

Perhaps some things will appear in a certain museum in the future, and some historical perceptions will be corrected as a result.

Chen Shu walked around inside and saw the front of the stone tablet engraved with six big words "Xizhou" and "Ye Shen Ping" in a very standard Song Dynasty style, and the time is recorded below.

More than 5,000 years later, Chinese characters and people's writing habits were slightly deformed, and even the accent had minor changes, and it was difficult to see Song font. Chen Shu immediately felt very friendly when he saw this handwriting, and there was still an unspeakable touch.

But what attracted him more attention was the content and the stele itself.

Xizhou is Xizhou, now also called Xizhou. Yiguo is located in Zhongzhou, but why do you need to write a place to close the position of Xizhou and Ye Shen here?

Make a bold guess—

Ye Shen is a person! He is speculating on futures!

Having been joking.

Chen Shu had never seen this stone tablet before.

Either other cubes do not have similar stone tablets, or the official hides it. Now that Chen Shu comes in in this way, he is naturally regarded as qualified to come into contact with this thing.

Judging from everyone's reaction, it is most likely the latter.

History should be objective and realistic.

Archaeologists cannot change history, and may not create history, but they should not blind history and leave history that is closer to reality to future generations.

But sometimes we cannot publish anything excavated from the land, because some things are too shocking, contradictory, or enough to overturn the history we know and the glory we are proud of, and impact our civilization. For example, we all regard someone as a great man and a common ancestor, and we relish the legends he once left behind, and we draw national pride from such ancestors, but one day something was unearthed, which completely overturned his image, so such things may not be suitable for display to the public.

For such things, we still have to keep them, and we must keep them, but not for everyone.

What is the reason?

Go back and ask Professor Chen.

Chen Shu started work with Professor Chen.

night.

A group of people came out of the cube, and the tent had been set up outside. They will rest here tonight, wake up tomorrow morning and continue to work, seamlessly connecting and competing for hard work.

After dinner, Chen Shu and Professor Chen had a tent.

Professor Chen sat by the bed soaking his feet, turned to answer Chen Shu's question: "Qingchang was a legendary god in ancient Xizhou. It was probably in the same period as the Holy Ancestor. As for why these stone tablets were engraved with the names of the gods at that time, we don't know."

Professor Chen paused: "There is a kind of speculation."

Chen Shu heard it.

Each cube has a monument, and each monument has the name of a different god.

"What guess?"

"The cube was built for these gods."

"Is it possible that although these cubes are called Saint Ancestor cubes, they are not built by Saint Ancestor? I always feel that the things in the box are a bit low-end."

"Unknown, everything is possible."

"Isn't anyone in Taoism going back to history?"

"Do you go back to the Holy Ancestor?"

"oh……"

"Go to bed and get up early."

Professor Chen went out to pour out the foot wash water, wiped his feet and lay on the bed to rest. He looked like an ordinary person.

Chen Shu also needs to practice and chat with Qingqing.

A busy and ordinary day.

Until he fell asleep—

Chen Shu seemed to have come to a strange place.

The sky is like a semicircular blue cover, covering the ground tightly. The ground in the distance was blurred by dust and mist, and the outline of a city could be vaguely seen.

Behind the city is a towering snow-capped mountain. The moon came out before the darkness was even dark, and the sunset dyed the top of the snow-capped mountain red.

This picture made Chen Shu feel familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly a sound came into my ears:

"Why should we cut the candles in the west window together?"

After hearing this, Chen Shu was stunned, and was stunned for a while, pursing his lips tightly and without saying a word.

"Why should we cut the candles in the west window together?"

“…”

"Why should we cut the candles in the west window together?"

“…”
To be continued...