A thousand years ago, there was no such thing as the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum. Later on, they suddenly appeared, so they naturally had their own meaning. What Chen Changsheng needed to do now was to find this meaning. Of course, he had also thought that it was extremely likely that this meaning would disappear with the disappearance of the Heavenly Tome Monolith, never to be found again. However, if he clearly knew that his process of comprehending the Heavenly Tome Monoliths was not complete, and yet he did not even attempt to find that missing part, then the gap in his mind would never be mended. This was something he could not accept.
The Reflecting Monolith, the Cloud Piercing Monolith, the Bent Osmanthus Monolith, the River Guiding Monolith, the Fowl Language Monolith, the East Pavilion Monolith … the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum simultaneously appeared before his eyes.
In the center of his vision was the Reflecting Monolith, while the other sixteen Heavenly Tome Monoliths were in the surroundings, constantly moving and attempting to combine. However, those monolith inscriptions were so profound and complex, and those lines were so complex and difficult to understand. There were no natural lines between the lines, and there were no traces that could be found between the marks. No matter how he tried to combine them, he could not find any evidence that these monolith inscriptions were originally one.
He even had a feeling that even if that broken monolith was restored to its original state, and then he could see the monolith inscriptions on it, he still would not be able to put them all together.
In the past several hundred years, no one had ever discovered the mysteries of the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum. Perhaps this already meant that his attempts were futile. He quietly sat outside the monolith hut, and at some point, he had already closed his eyes. The seventeen monoliths were still rapidly moving and combining in his sea of consciousness, without a moment's pause. This caused his spiritual sense to be consumed faster and faster, and his face to grow paler and paler.
The world outside the mausoleum was also quiet. Most of the lights in the capital had already been extinguished. Only the mansions of the nobles and the two most important places, the Imperial Palace and the Li Palace, were still brightly lit. The news that Chen Changsheng was determined to comprehend the monoliths of the front mausoleum shocked many people, and they even mocked him. It also made it difficult for some people to sleep.
Time slowly but steadily passed. The dazzling stars in the night sky gradually faded. After the darkness before dawn, the morning light once again shone upon the earth. Unknowingly, Chen Changsheng had already sat in front of the monolith hut for an entire night. many people in and outside the mausoleum had also waited for him for an entire night.
The morning sun shone brightly and the monolith viewers gradually came up from the mountain path. Looking at Chen Chang Sheng who was sitting in front of the tree with his eyes closed and not saying a word, they all had different expressions. Some had admiration, some had ridicule, and some had an indescribable sense of relief. Last night's situation was unusual. Nian Guang could drive away all the monolith viewers, but he couldn't do it forever. Thus, the forest gradually became lively.
Some people looked at Chen Changsheng, shook their heads, and returned to their own monoliths. There were some people who specifically stayed around the monolith hut, wanting to see what Chen Changsheng would be able to comprehend in the end. They thought in schadenfreude that Chen Changsheng had completely comprehended the front mausoleum yesterday. He could have easily left, but he still chose to stay behind. It was extremely likely that he would be shooting himself in the foot. (Note)
The people in the grass huts also came to the front of the monolith hut. Tang Thirty-Six carried a pot of porridge. This young master of Wenshui, who had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had clearly never done any housework. The porridge spilled all over the place, and quite a bit of it even drenched his shoes. He looked rather miserable. Zhexiu carried the side dishes and steamed buns while Qi Jian carried the bowl and chopsticks.
Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes, took the congee, thanked Qi Jian, and began to eat.
After eating two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun with white fermented bean curd, he felt seventy percent full and put down his chopsticks.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at his slightly pale face and worriedly said, "If you don't eat more, how can you endure?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "If you eat too much, it's easy to get sleepy."
Tang Thirty-Six furrowed his brows and said, "Although I don't know what you want to comprehend, since you insist, I know I can't persuade you otherwise. But do you really plan on not resting or sleeping?"
Gou Hanshi said nothing. He knew why Chen Changsheng was in such a hurry. It was because the day of the Garden of Zhou's opening was getting closer and closer.
Zhexiu placed a wet towel in front of Chen Changsheng.
The towel was wet from the stream water, so it was very cold. Chen Changsheng forcefully rubbed his face and felt that his spirit had recovered somewhat. He said to the crowd, "You don't need to worry about me."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again.
Although he closed his eyes, Gou Hanshi and the others all knew that he was still viewing the monoliths. Perhaps it was not too harmful to the eyes, but this method of viewing monoliths was too harmful to the mind.
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The morning birds flew away towards the morning sun, drying off the moisture on their wings. The area in front of the monolith hut became quiet once more. It seemed that everyone had left.
Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the hut with his eyes closed, continuing to comprehend the monoliths.
Time continued to flow. Noiselessly, it was noon, and then it was evening. The twilight was very thick.
Today, the capital was as quiet as the Mausoleum of Books. The archbishops of the Li Palace were not in the mood to pay attention to the reports of their subordinates. The ministers of the Imperial Court were not in the mood to deal with government affairs. The speed at which Mo Yu read through memorials had greatly decreased. The Divine Empress was strolling through the Palace of Great Clarity with the Black Goat, thinking about something. In a single day, the Pope had watered the Green Leaf seven times.
Those who did not know or did not understand only regarded Chen Changsheng's actions as sensationalism or some sort of topic of conversation.
Those who knew of Zhou Dufu's comprehension of the monoliths and understood the inside story of the Mausoleum of Books were nervously waiting for something to happen, or perhaps it would not happen.
At least, up until now, that thing had not happened.
The seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths, in Chen Changsheng's field of vision, or perhaps in his sea of consciousness, had recombined countless times. Although it could not be said that he had exhausted all the changes, he had already expended his greatest effort and expended countless amounts of mental energy. Regretfully, he still had not found what he wanted to find. To him, the world was still incomplete.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed through his mind. He no longer attempted to combine the seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths together. To be more precise, he no longer attempted to combine the seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths on the same plane. Instead, he arranged the seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths into a straight line in his sea of consciousness.
In front of him was the Reflecting Monolith, behind the Cloud Piercing Monolith was the Reflecting Monolith, and behind them was the Snapping Monolith. They were arranged in a straight line.
Then he said to himself, as long as the monolith inscriptions.
As a result, the bodies of the seventeen monoliths disappeared, leaving behind only those extremely complex lines on the surface of the monoliths.
The seventeen monolith inscriptions, from near to far, floated in front of him.
His gaze passed through the monolith inscriptions of the Reflecting Monolith, and he could see the monolith inscriptions of the sixteen monoliths behind it.
These monolith inscriptions superimposed on each other, forming a brand new image that Chen Changsheng had never seen before, or even imagined.
As he looked at this image, his mind was slightly shaken.
The seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum, the further one went, the simpler and more orderly they seemed. The superimposition of lines also meant the superimposition of laws. Was the thing he was looking for hidden within?
However, the lines on the Reflecting Monolith were already extremely complex and hard to decipher. The lines on the monoliths at the back were relatively simpler, but they were still complex and hard to decipher. Thus, when superimposed on each other to form the image, it was countless times more complex. Relying on a human's spiritual energy, it would forever be impossible to decipher it. So much so that if one tried to decipher it, problems would arise.
Chen Changsheng glanced at it, and with a slight movement of his spiritual sense, he felt extremely uncomfortable. His sea of consciousness trembled uneasily, and a sharp pain came from his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, drenching his clothes.
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From beginning to end, the surroundings of the monolith hut, which seemed to be completely silent, suddenly erupted with cries of alarm.
However, as if they were worried that they would affect Chen Changsheng, those people forcefully suppressed their cries of alarm to an extremely low level.
Chen Changsheng's eyes were closed, so he could not see the situation outside the monolith hut. His mind was also completely focused on the incomparably complex image, so he did not notice any of this.
With just a glance, he knew that this image could not be deciphered by a human.
He silently said in his heart, "Simpler."
These three words were not said to the image, but to himself.
In a cultivator's sea of consciousness, however one viewed the world, the world would become the way one wished to see it.
He forcefully reined in his thoughts, relying on a mental state that far exceeded his age, as well as a spiritual sense that could even slightly move the Divine Empress, he once again gazed at the image.
He no longer attempted to organize and calculate those lines. He simply looked at it, and as a result, the image also became somewhat simpler.
Within the image, he saw countless simple images that resembled the graffiti of a child. He saw countless words, he saw countless poems, he saw countless ink paintings, he saw the beautiful and magnificent buildings of the Li Palace, he saw the great banyan tree of the Orthodox Academy, he saw the high mountains and flowing clouds, and he also saw the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon.
Everything that already existed in this world was in this image.
But it was still not enough, because there was still too much, too much complexity.
Chen Chang Sheng silently said to himself, "Simpler."
He forgot the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon that he could only memorize after studying hard since childhood. He forgot the poems he read. He forgot that he once went to the Li Palace. He forgot that he once climbed up that great banyan tree and stood side by side with Luo Luo. He forgot all the words he learned. He forgot everything.
This type of forgetting was obviously not true forgetting. It was only a kind of self-isolation in the mental aspect.
Only by doing this, could he ask himself a question.
If he was an illiterate child, what would he think of when he saw these lines on the image?
They were traces.
They were traces of water.
They were traces of moving clouds.
They were traces of flying geese that left on the blue sky.
Every walk must leave a trace … … no, that was the false and slightly sour self-consolation of the writer.
The snow geese flew across the blue sky and didn't leave any traces. The so-called snow lines were actually only afterimages in the eyes.
What exactly were these lines pointing at and explaining?
The snow lines pointing at and explaining were the snow geese at the very front of the line.
These lines pointing at and explaining were the ends of the lines.
If there were no ends of the lines, then it was the intersection of the lines.
Simple.
Chen Chang Sheng stared at the extremely complicated image and said to himself again.
Seventeen monuments superimposed in front of his eyes.
The monuments were the first to disappear.
Now they disappeared were the lines.
More and more lines were slowly disappearing in front of his eyes, ceaselessly disappearing.
More and more blankness slowly appeared in front of his eyes. It kept appearing.
The seventeen monuments disappeared. The lines on the monuments also disappeared. A new image appeared.
— — It was countless isolated points.
Chen Chang Sheng was very sure that he had never seen this image before.
But he didn't know why he felt it was familiar.
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(Note: I thought about that sentence for a long time, but I couldn't find a suitable way to describe it. Actually, the most vivid one should be those people thinking that Chen Chang Sheng was acting like an idiot. But it can't be written like this, right? The reason why I specifically mentioned this point is because I am often told this phrase by others. Yes, but I still prefer Chen Chang Sheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder. This is what classmate QQ Candy concluded, it should be viewed as such. Everyone should also understand the meaning of this chapter's name, it doesn't only refer to viewing the monoliths, it also refers to one's beliefs. Persisting in one's own beliefs is very important. There was another advertisement. According to rumors, Xue Tian Ji Online will officially start its internal testing on November 7th, 17: 00. That's right, it's three days later. Time really flies … … Lastly, this chapter was a bit hard to write. The next chapter will be a bit later.)
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