Chapter 58 Continues to Fool Around

  "That guy I know a bit, he was mentioned on 'Lectures on Hundred Schools of Thought', but what specifically happened I've forgotten," said Pengpeng.

  "No need to remember, I don't know either. This is just a joke that I saw when I was bored and it happens to fit the current atmosphere, so I said it out loud. If you want me to say more, I won't be able to, our knowledge is limited after all, can't compare to those old scholars."

  As we were talking, we had already arrived at the end of the path. The gate was indeed tightly closed. How annoying! Why do they always lock the door when repairing the tomb? Anyway, everyone is buried in the ground, what's the use of a door?

  The two of us were fumbling at the door when Pengpeng spoke up again:

  "Sister's husband, with such a big lineup, who could be inside?"

  "I didn't know that our Chinese civilization has been around for 2,000 years, and this is only recorded in writing. There were many famous people who came out one after another, but at that time, only the emperor was the most famous. Others could only be written into books if they had special achievements. Those unknown heroes were even more numerous, but they were only passed down orally by word of mouth. As time went on, people would get sick or have disasters, and these stories would disappear. Otherwise, those storytellers would have been famous just because of their mouths."

  "Alright, the beginning was somewhat decent, but the latter part is just nonsense. Back then, people had selfless thoughts for the sake of the common people, unlike now where anyone can become famous by writing something online, a woman who looks like a man can become famous by singing a song, and a man who dresses up as a woman can become even more famous by imitating a high-pitched voice. There won't be heroes like Yue Fei or Guan Yu anymore."

  "It's us, because of our existence, that allows their legendary names to continue to be passed down, and for the stories of their era to be heard. We must not only guard against modern laws, but also ancient ones; if we don't play heroes, who will?"

  "Alright, alright, let's stop joking around, and not judge the stories of ancient people."

  Actually, saying all this is just to stop worrying about the coffin. After all, it's also a monster that has survived for hundreds of years. The dagger and the Diamond Sutra are just excuses to comfort ourselves. The biggest question is whether he can come back alive or not. As the only successor of the Dragon Burial Envoy, if we lose our lives here, it would be equivalent to committing the crime of destroying China's intangible cultural heritage.

  This door indeed has no mechanism, and we don't know how to open it, so I can only lean on Weng Zhong's body and rest. I took another look at the half root of ham, swallowed my saliva, and put it back in my pocket. Close your eyes and let it relax for a while.

  Is the current scene still an illusion? I couldn't help but think that way, all along the way I've been misled by illusions, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy. If it's still an illusion, then everything in front of me is empty too? But thinking again, it's not possible either, the magnetite that can cause hallucinations has been destroyed, there won't be any magnetic interference anymore, so everything in front of me might be real after all. Dizzy, completely dizzy, without a coffin it seems like none of this can be explained.

  Taking advantage of the current helpless gap, I took out that long-unseen mortal book, untied the tie, slowly unfolded it, but made me extremely disappointed. The font recorded here in very neat Lishu script is completely unreadable to me. In a somewhat angry mood, I threw it on the ground, but Pengpeng picked it up and glanced at it casually, saying to me:

  "Is this what you picked up in that time-space crevice?"

  "Yes, but it's just a pile of scrap paper, completely unreadable."

  "It's not necessarily so, have you unrolled this scroll completely?"

  Pengpeng opened the ancient book and placed it in front of me. Suddenly, my eyes lit up as I saw that the book was divided into two parts - upper and lower. I had only opened the upper part earlier and saw characters I didn't understand, so I put it aside. It turned out that the lower part was a translation in simplified Chinese, which I could recognize. Thanks to Pengpeng, this thing wouldn't have been buried underground again.

  "The art of yin and yang, understood by all from ancient times to the present, encompasses all things in heaven and earth. The first part is about work, the second part is about farming, the third part is about officialdom, and the fourth part is about commerce. This volume contains countless mysteries and holds the key to success or failure in the world. I have given it a special name, 'The Unsayable', which shares the same roots as my other work, 'Ancient and Modern Secret Geography'. However, they represent opposing principles, and if one of them is obtained, it can bring peace to the world, but if both are obtained, everything will be destroyed... Now, someone has come, dressed in a peculiar manner, making me aware of things beyond this dusty world. I have realized that one day in the cave is equivalent to a thousand years in the mortal world. I have orally transmitted and mentally imparted this knowledge to this person, instructing them to rewrite this volume using new characters, so that it can be left for future generations to read."

  It turns out that this ancient book and the "Ancient and Modern Secret Geography" in the coffin are all crystallizations of human wisdom. What's strange is, who wrote these simplified characters behind? Suddenly I thought of what Big Brother said when we were at Tan Village, before we came here, many archaeological teams had visited, could it be that one of them came here, translated the text and took away the "Ancient and Modern Secret Geography" that was in opposition to this book?