Beijiu felt helpless and was also afraid.

At this moment, the fuzzy sound gradually became clear.

The voice sings: [The sky covers the earth, there are tens of thousands of things, and things are also done, and the song is completed without leaving behind. Is it human power?]

Beijiu's attention was instantly attracted.

She subconsciously followed the voice and murmured: [Things are all there, and you must wait for dictation and then you can recognize them before you can see them. How much does it matter? Among all things, it is useless...]

What she said was the same as the voice.

Because this is the opening words of "The Creation of Things in Heaven".

During these days when Beijiu joined the official office, he was afraid that he would never get in touch with the holy objects again, so he did not dare to slack off every day. He held the book and studied it in a daze. He was so immersed in that posture that he could engrave every word into his bones and blood, and his body also formed inertia.

But the length of the article was too long, and her memory was not as unforgettable as that of a literary scholar, and she quickly felt stuttering.

Shut up with a frustrated look.

Listen quietly to the sound of the sky.

This sound seemed to have a different kind of magic power. Beijiu was surprised to find that every word he had heard magically remembered!

The pearls flow and the jade are turned, and I don’t know the year and month.

The recitation has come to an end.

Beijiu didn't feel bored or tired, but she felt that she was still not satisfied. It was a pity that the sound did not recite more, and the sound of nature sounded in his ears, and groups of white cranes were graceful and graceful.

She opened her eyes wide in shock and looked up at the giant palace that almost covered the sky. This palace was not gorgeous, even a little simple and simple, but the details were extraordinary. Beijiu sat on a wooden ruler and arrived under the thousand steps of the palace...

【Am I going up?】

Beijiu murmured at the steps higher than himself.

Looking around, no one answered.

I had to grit my teeth and climb.

The magical thing is that she took a step and took a step forward.

The steps just now are already behind you.

It's indeed a dream, everything will happen.

Beijiu thought so, lifted his skirt and ran forward, quickly climbing up the stairs, getting faster and faster. When she arrived behind her, she felt herself flying, and even heard the sound of the wind in her ears.

Every time she takes a step, strange pictures appear.

Some people stood in the mountains, holding weeds covered with fine teeth; some people wore cloth clothes and talked with the princes; some people held chisels to open the wood; some people stood beside the canal and watched the water truck; some people were on the battlefield and looked at the ladder...

The voice just now appeared again.

But this time it was not "Natural Works to Create Things".

Beijiu felt his body pass through a transparent barrier.

When she came back to her senses, she had already reached the last step.

The hall door at the end of the steps was closed and silent.

【Is there anyone? Is there anyone here?】

Beijiu wandered in the same place, no one answered.

[Someone told me where is this place?]

There is still no second person.

She was a little discouraged and had to rely on herself.

Until she looked up at the plaque on the hall gate.

A few vague words can be seen vaguely.

【ink?】

She murmured, and only recognized one after a while.

【Ink…what?】

After watching for a long time, my eyes hurt.

Beijiu turned around and rubbed his eyes, worried about how to wake up from his dream, when a breeze surged from behind her, causing the corners of her clothes to fly. She subconsciously turned her head and saw the originally closed hall door making a call like an ancient call, slowly opening.

Someone sighed and chuckled as if relieved.

【Finally, you are here.】

【This place is the Mohist temple.】

[Welcome, Ink.]

|ω`)

PS: The main business of Mohist School in this article is infrastructure, and there is no war.

PPS: Alas, I’m worried now. Scholars, warriors, and if I come to another Mo, I feel strange (all of them are all). I’m not as good as literati, military generals, Mo, and doctors, just Xinglin? Alas, I can only think about it again.

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Author: Snowy skin

Introduction: {Xuanmen + See through the destiny + the secular world}

Nan Xing died, but lived again. She became a corpse that could walk, eat, sleep but had no heartbeat.

The difference is that she can see other people's past and predict other people's future.

If you want to live in this world, you can only provide consulting services.

So a small stall for "professional consultation" was set up under the overpass.

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"Uncle, your wife cheated on you, none of the four children belong to you..."

Professional consultation, please learn more. If you don’t work, don’t have money.
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