Nothing to do today, check the life and death book

Le Jinxi was puzzled and asked, "That's not right! Where did the paper from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period come from? Not to mention this exquisite binding."

Even if he is a poor student, he knows that papermaking was invented during the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Bai Wuchang waved his hands and explained, "No, no! You are wrong again. Although there was no paper in the human world during the Spring and Autumn Period, it does not mean that there was no paper in the underworld during the Spring and Autumn Period. Paper was popular in the underworld tens of thousands of years ago!"

"So, this is really my own manuscript?" Le Jinxi still had some doubts.

"It can't be fake. My master regards it as a treasure and reads it every day. He entrusted it to me before he ascended to heaven, and told me to read it more carefully and strive to ascend to heaven as soon as possible." Bai Wuchang's face showed a little more sadness. It goes without saying that he is missing his master!

"You said your master ascended to heaven with the help of this book?" Le Jinxi carefully examined the book in his hand, but did not find anything special. He then asked, "How long has your master been reading this?"

Bai Wuchang was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly: "About three thousand years! No more, no less."

"Three thousand years! No less than a year." This result was really shocking. Le Jinxi almost spitted in his face: "Are you sure your master didn't ascend to heaven through his own efforts?"

"Maybe! Anyway, I didn't understand it. Maybe it's just not my destiny!" Bai Wuchang shrugged and spread his hands, looking indifferent.

"Since you really want to see it, I will help you again," Bai Wuchang stretched out his index finger and pointed it at Le Jinxi's forehead. As he spoke spiritual words, Chinese characters that appeared and disappeared followed his fingertips and sank into Le Jinxi's mind.

"Hush!" After the last character left his fingertips, Bai Wuchang let out a long sigh. His eyes became dull and there was a trace of fatigue on his face. "These are the contents of the Chinese version of the Tao Te Ching. You should be able to understand them if you compare them. But I am not strong enough. These words can only last for two hours. You should write them down quickly."

As he said that, Bai Wuchang glared at Hei Wuchang and said coldly: "Old Black, come and hit me again, I will definitely knock you down this time."

After saying this, he flashed into the Book of Life and Death.

Hei Wuchang shook his head and was actually a little worried about him.

In the underworld, there is a kind of torture skill called soul searching, which uses one's own mental power to invade other people's minds and thus achieve the effect of checking their memories. The prerequisite is that one's own mental power must be strong enough.

In contrast, the magical skill that Bai Wuchang just used is called Divine Memory, which allows him to transfer his own memories into the minds of others in the form of mental power, and it also requires strong mental power support.

To transmit so many characters at one time, especially after losing a thousand years of cultivation, Hei Wuchang asked himself, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to do it.

With a flick of his sleeve, Hei Wuchang swept past Le Jinxi, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone suddenly appeared on the ground. He reminded her, "If you can't remember it, write it down. Don't waste his kindness."

Le Jinxi hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you! You are very thoughtful. But don't worry, I won't waste any of his kindness."

"..." Hei Wuchang wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and swallowed his words back. His figure flashed and he returned to the Book of Life and Death.

Le Jinxi did not dare to be negligent for a moment. He picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote quickly, word by word: The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name… Page after page of rice paper went from blank to full, from one page to a pile, a total of eighty-one pages, and he felt dizzy and his hands were sore from writing.

"Finally I made it in time," Le Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, shook his sore hands, and kept his eyes fixed on what he had written: The Tao is vast, but its use may be inexhaustible. It is deep, like the ancestor of all things; it is clear, like something that exists.

The Valley Spirit is immortal, and this is called the Mysterious Female. The gate of the Mysterious Female is the root of heaven and earth…

He was so absorbed in reading page after page that he didn't even notice which words in his mind had disappeared.

One day, two days, Le Jinxi sat quietly like a monk, only occasionally flipping through the papers was his only movement, perhaps because of his cultivation! He actually memorized all 81 chapters.

It was not until the third day that he stood up to stretch his body and sat down again. The difference was that this time he was reading Lao Tzu's handwritten manuscript.

It took me three full hours to finish it once. It can't be said that I read it through. I just read it word for word with the help of the Chinese version of the Tao Te Ching that I had memorized.

"For a poor student like me, this is really a pain in the ass!" Le Jinxi smiled bitterly, wishing he could open his brain and stuff the book into it.

In the small courtyard with a fence, Grandpa Rabbit was lying on a rattan chair. Two meters in front of him, in the empty space, there appeared the figure of Le Jinxi reading a book.

"This brat, no matter how much he pretends to be a scholar, he can't get rid of his ruffian nature," said Rabbit Lord angrily.

He had high expectations for Le Jinxi, but judging from the current situation, he had reason to doubt whether Le Jinxi had given up!

The more he watched, the angrier he got. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Lord Rabbit shouted into the air, "You little bastard, pay attention. If you fail the test, you'll be in trouble."

After hearing this, Le Jinxi raised his middle finger to the air and said sarcastically, "You are so free, old man."

But in his heart he cursed, "Pervert, you actually spied on me."

Next, for seven or eight days, all of Le Jinxi's energy and thoughts were immersed in the Tao Te Ching. Even when he ate, he finished in a hurry and then buried his head in reading again.

During this period, Lord Rabbit came several times. In addition to bringing food and drinks, he kept repeating two sentences, "It's over! It's over!"

He was also curious about what kind of book could fascinate a person so much. He tried to get closer to take a look, but Le Jinxi waved him aside. He had no choice but to leave in anger.

In the evening of that day, Le Jinxi suddenly put away the Tao Te Ching and replaced it with the Moonlight Spear which had not been used for a long time.

The body moved, and the shadows of the gun were continuous, like iron painting and silver hooks. The words from the Spring and Autumn Period fell on the ground like flowing water, and fell on the tree trunks like a deep hole in the wood.

"That which cannot be seen is called Yi; that which cannot be heard is called Xi; that which cannot be touched is called Wei..." He chanted softly, and every word he wrote with his gun was almost perfect.

Of course, to people who don’t know them, these words look like scribbles.

It's strange to say, as if to cater to Le Jinxi's actions, when the surrounding ground and tree trunks were filled with words, the words written at the beginning disappeared one by one, and the ground and tree trunks returned to their original appearance without any trace.

"That's great!" Le Jinxi was in high spirits and this change was just what he wanted.

He was too lazy to care about the reason! He waved his gun and started to draw pictures with iron and silver hooks again.

"Crazy! Crazy!" Grandpa Rabbit couldn't even eat the radish from the air!

"You little bastard, you're not doing your job."

He pointed into the air, and the little wooden man living deep in the forest slowly emerged from a seemingly ordinary tree. It stretched lazily, looking as if it had not yet woken up.

Looking around, its gaze stopped in the direction where Le Jinxi was. Although it was far away, it seemed to be able to see it. It pouting its little mouth, and quickly hurried in that direction.

Using a gun instead of a pen, the pen sweeps away thousands of troops, each word is vigorous and each sentence is full of rhythm.

After writing more than 5,000 words in one go, Le Jinxi looked around with his gun in hand. Wherever his eyes passed, the words disappeared like passing clouds and smoke, without a trace:

There is a thing that is mixed and formed before the heaven and earth. It is lonely and isolated, independent and unchanging, and it goes around without end...

Perhaps it was fate that made these few sentences particularly touching. They were like small stones that fell into Le Jinxi's mind, causing ripples that lasted for a long time.

"There is a thing that is mixed and formed before the heaven and the earth. It is silent and lonely, independent and unchanging, and it goes around without end..." Le Jinxi muttered these words like a possessed person. His eyes became more energetic and he looked a little excited.