Luo Zheng couldn't be bothered with this person.
He didn't expect this lower True God to pester him and block Luo Zheng's path, not allowing him to leave.
They couldn't fight in a non-offensive area, so no one was afraid of the other.
This lower True God saw this and pestered Luo Zheng at the city gates. Although many True Gods were participating in the Dao Struggle and had prepared some Sanskrit tablets, they were always able to fool some True Gods …
"You can't miss this opportunity! If you can decipher this Sanskrit tablet, you'll be able to shine in this Dao Struggle! " This lower True God observed Luo Zheng's expression as he walked. Seeing that Luo Zheng didn't respond, he took out another stack of papers with his other hand and said, "You don't like those. How about these? These purple-gold Sanskrit tablets are even rarer and cost one Shenwu coin each. It's a losing deal … "
Hearing the purple-gold Sanskrit tablets, Luo Zheng was slightly puzzled. His gaze fell on the stack of papers, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It turned out that the purple-gold Sanskrit tablets were just a rubbing of Sanskrit tablets with a layer of purple-gold powder …
Many True Gods who were about to enter the city burst into laughter when they saw the purple-gold Sanskrit tablets.
This lower True God didn't seem to care at all and continued to pester Luo Zheng!
Luo Zheng had no choice but to stop and look at this True God indifferently. He then snatched the golden Sanskrit tablet from his hand and said indifferently, "This Sanskrit tablet's structure is extremely simple. There are only forty-six words in it. The general idea is that it describes a kind of plant in the chaos. The fruit of that plant is very sweet and can quench one's thirst after eating it!"
After saying this, he stuffed the golden Sanskrit tablet back into the lower True God's hand and snatched the purple-gold Sanskrit tablet. "This Sanskrit tablet is even more boring. It's probably a poem from some race … These two Sanskrit tablets are meaningless. Stop pestering me!"
After Luo Zheng finished speaking, the Lower Real God who was listening was stunned. The other Real Gods were also skeptical of what Luo Zheng had said.
Even simple Sanskrit tablets weren't easy to decipher.
In God's Domain, there were probably thousands of different interpretations of a single Sanskrit character. This was also because the deconstruction of Sanskrit characters differed from one another. There had never been a unified understanding of Sanskrit characters. Many True Gods had their own interpretations.
As for some of the almighty figures in the Divine Realm, their gazes were even sharper and their interpretations were even more accurate. However, those comprehensions and understandings naturally wouldn't be spread among ordinary True Gods.
Luo Zheng explained the meaning of the two Sanskrit tablets so confidently, which of course attracted a lot of attention.
However, most of the True Gods thought that Luo Zheng was talking nonsense …
"Eh?"
At this moment, a white-clothed old man standing on top of the city wall frowned slightly. His sharp, sword-like eyes stared fixedly at Lu Zheng.
"This kid's explanation … is actually exactly the same as Great Master Qing Mu's understanding!" the white-clothed old man said with a face full of surprise.
Beside the white-clothed old man, there was a dignified young man. He nodded and said, "I remember that Great Master Qing Mu deciphered that divine pattern. According to Great Master Qing Mu's speculation, that divine pattern indeed recorded a tree. However, Great Master Qing Mu only said that there was a magical fruit on that tree. He didn't know what the fruit was used for. That kid actually said that the fruit could be used to quench his thirst …"
In the minds of the True Gods, gods of a higher level were creatures beyond their imagination. Why would they need to quench their thirst?
"But the first half of his explanation does match Great Master Qing Mu's," the old man said. "And the second Sanskrit tablet, he actually said that it was a poem. I remember that Great Master Qing Mu said that it was a kind of cultivation method."
The young man laughed. "That's right. Because of Great Master Qing Mu's words, many people desperately tried to comprehend some great magic from it, but in the end, they came up empty-handed. I kind of agree with this guy. Maybe it's just a lousy poem, but everyone treats it like a treasure. Let's find a chance to get in touch with this person."
"Let's wait first." The white-clothed old man shook his head and said, "If we get in touch too early, we won't be able to see the real thing. If he really has something, he'll definitely stand out. It won't be too late to get in touch with him then."
Luo Zheng had forced Luo Nian to decipher a lot of Sanskrit in Holy Realm Dwellers' Mansion.
For example, the two Sanskrit tablets in the young man's hands were of the most inconspicuous type. However, for the sake of fighting for the Dao, Luo Zheng had almost memorized every single word.
To be honest, Luo Zheng was a little confused.
Luo Nian came from the Vast Thousand Worlds and knew almost nothing about the universe and the Realm of the Gods.
These Sanskrit words were so complex that even a Saint would find it difficult to comprehend their meaning. However, when Luo Nian came into contact with them, it was as simple as eating and drinking. It was a piece of cake …
For a period of time, Luo Zheng wanted to release a wisp of divine sense and drill into Luo Nian's mind to take a look. There seemed to be a secret hidden in his soul that even he didn't know.
However, Luo Nian swore to die and even complained to Ning Yudie that Luo Zheng wanted to invade his privacy. In the end, Luo Zheng could only give up.
Looking at Luo Nian's drooping head and the faint sly look in his eyes, he really felt that Luo Nian was hiding something …
That lower True God seemed to be frightened by Luo Zheng's explanation. Holding the two stacks of Sanskrit rubbed, he stared at Luo Zheng and said in a daze, "You, are you telling the truth?"
Luo Zheng rolled his eyes and walked toward the city gate …
The True Gods at the city gate lined up in an orderly manner and showed their Sanskrit to the guards in order.
After waiting for a while, it was Luo Zheng's turn. He shook his finger lightly, and a piece of emerald green paper appeared in his hand. There was a faint Sanskrit inscribed on the paper, and the Sanskrit inscribed on it emitted a faint aura …
"The original!"
"This boy actually has an original Sanskrit!"
"Where did he get it!?"
The eyes of the guards and the surrounding True Gods brightened when they sensed this Sanskrit.
There were countless Sanskrit words circulating in the Realm of the Gods …
This was because when a Sanskrit word appeared, there would often be millions or even tens of millions of copies. These copies circulated at a very fast speed.
However, there was often only one original copy.
There were even some Sanskrit words that didn't have the original copy and only existed in copies …
The vast majority of True Gods might have never seen real Sanskrit in their entire lives. The real Sanskrit here naturally referred to the original Sanskrit.
Some Sanskrit words were engraved on stone tablets, some were engraved on walls, and some Sanskrit words occasionally floated in the air.
There were also some Sanskrit words, such as the "Supreme Equipment Refining Technique" that Luo Zheng practiced, which was directly engraved on his own body …
Luo Zheng naturally made ample preparations before coming to participate in the Dao Battle. This Sanskrit word wasn't particularly important. He naturally didn't expect that a Sanskrit word that he casually took out would attract such astonished gazes from these people. Both inside and outside the city wall suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the green piece of paper in his hand.
The inferior True God who had previously sold Luo Zheng the Sanskrit word was looking at the original copy in Luo Zheng's hand with his mouth agape.
On the city wall, the two True Gods, one old and one young, were also dumbfounded.
"This boy … Where did he come from? How could he have an original copy?" the young man said in a daze.
The expression of the white-clothed old man was also very interesting. Back then, he had begged and begged Great Master Qing Mu to allow him to see an original copy of the Sanskrit word. Moreover, Great Master Qing Mu was very careful and only allowed him to see it once!
No matter who it was, if they had an original copy of the Sanskrit word, they would most likely keep it a secret and carefully store it away like a treasure.
Copies could be modified, and the original Sanskrit word was the most accurate. This was another reason why original copies of the Sanskrit word were precious.
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