At the outermost edge of the Getian clan's abandoned tribe, passing through the lush sago palm forest, there is a cave carved into the mountain at the foot of the mountain.

The priest took us here after leaving the tribe.

If I remember correctly, this is not the place where he usually lives. Ada pointed out the location to me and his usual residence is in the central area of ​​the tribe.

Along the way, he also tried his best to avoid the abandoned people who were patrolling at night.

If Qingzhu hadn't told me with his eyes that this priest is just a person who knows a lot of secrets, is not a high-level person, is still in control of everything, and is not afraid of capsizing in the gutter, I would have uncontrollably speculated whether the other party wanted to lead us in.

In a trap.

Even with the support of Qingzhu, I still felt wary.

The cave was artificially repaired, and there was even an arched wooden door at the entrance.

"This is where ancient sacrifices stored some important items. There are also many written records left by our ancestors, recording everything that happened when we came to this island. You can think of it as a warehouse, and everyone in the tribe knows it.

It exists, but our priests have always managed this place personally."

The priest had a keen ear and eyes, so he naturally felt that I had been staring at him. He stopped at the entrance of the cave and explained with a smile: "I chose this place just because there are usually no people in this place and it is relatively quiet. The people of the tribe know too much about it."

Less, the beliefs of the ignorant are purer. In their eyes, God is God and cannot be blasphemed. They will not allow their beliefs to be stained in the slightest, so it is better to avoid them in some matters."

After saying that, he didn’t care whether I believed it or not, he turned around and knocked on the door three times.

Soon, there was a crisp "click" sound inside.

There was actually someone in the cave.

The wooden door was pushed open a crack, and a small head poked out.

This is a boy about twelve or thirteen years old. His skin is darker and he is wearing a white robe like a priest.

"This is my disciple, Baili. Many years later, he will become the new priest of the tribe."

The old man smiled and said, and then said to Baili: "You should guard outside the door and don't let anyone in."

He was very cautious and even at this time, he still kept a sentry.

Then, he stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

Behind the wooden door is a winding cave. The air is filled with a faint unique aroma. There is an oil lamp on the wall every dozen steps on both sides of the cave. Those oil lamps exude a soft light blue halo.

The unique aroma is emitted when the lamp oil burns.

The fuel for these oil lamps should be the legendary mermaid ointment.

Mermaid ointment is naturally not the oil extracted from the mermaids we once saw in District 17, nor can it last for thousands of years. In fact, the main ingredient is whale oil. This thing is indeed extremely resistant to burning. One ton of whale oil

It can burn for fourteen years...

There is a slight wind in the cave, blowing these oil lamps to make a "hu-la-la" sound, and the fire light is swaying, so that the cave looks cloudy and sunny. There are many wooden statues along the way, and we were at the place where they worshiped the statues.

What I saw was exactly the same, they were all kinds of weird and weird so-called gods, the carvings were rough, they even only had the outline of their bodies, and even their facial features were not carved. In this flickering environment, they looked extremely eerie.

The cave is not long, and soon we entered the deepest part, an oval-shaped space in the belly of the mountain.

Things are very confusing here.

There were various tools inside, mainly some iron tools, and even a lot of fishing spears and the like, presumably items from fishing boats that had strayed here.

Then there are some things used in sacrifices.

Other than that, the most common thing is the large row of shelves in the middle.

There are many wooden boards about one centimeter long on the shelf, which are planed very flat and smooth. There are words carved with a knife on the wooden boards. Some of them are obscene words, and most of them are words that look a lot like seal script, but are smaller than

The Qin seal script and other structures seem to be much older. This should be the writing Wei Laoliu taught them - Xia seal script!

I knew early on from what Yao Yao said that the hand-written script of the Xia Dynasty was Xia Zhuan.

I don’t know Xia Zhuan, but I know Qin Zhuan, etc. The characters are basically of the same origin, and even a blind guesser can understand the general meaning, just like someone who only understands simplified Chinese characters, but can even guess traditional Chinese characters, seal scripts, etc.

They all know the same person.

Carving words on wooden boards, similar to bamboo slips, is their recording method.

Wooden boards are not easy to preserve. Fortunately, they come from the same line, and the inheritance has never been cut off. People have always maintained and cared for them carefully, so most of these boards are extremely well preserved.

In a corner in the southeast, a broken stone slab standing there attracted my attention.

I don’t know if some force in the dark is interfering. There are obviously a lot of written records here, but the stone tablet attracted me immediately. It’s just that the light was dim and it was hazy, so I couldn’t see clearly what was recorded on the stone tablet.

, I had to get closer and take a look.

Above...it's all filled with sacrificial inscriptions!!

"This handwriting... is exactly the same as the sacrificial inscriptions on the stone slab we found at the temple!!

This is... written by Wei Laoliu himself!!"

I felt refreshed and looked carefully at the content on the stone slab. There were actually two small poems on it.

I almost blurted out and chanted:

“It’s hard to know if the secrets of heaven are not revealed to the world. If the secrets of heaven are revealed, one can write poems.

The same kind of people forged swords to exorcise ghosts, and shared a bed to build a ladder to heaven.

Humans need to transcend this earthly world, and dragons need dragons to hand over the sludge.

Don't blame me for telling the truth, just to save the masses."

This is the first poem, followed by the second short poem.

"One thing is born and becomes three talents. The yin and yang interact with each other and form a holy fetus.

The dragon and tiger go forward and the ghosts come out; the turtle and the snake go backward and the god of fire comes.

Babies eat yellow pith by themselves, and girls eat in white jade cups.

Once you have accomplished your merits, you will live outside the natural world, and the cold and heat in the human world will be reincarnated."

Both poems are extremely obscure.

It can be seen that there is content behind the two poems, because there is writing at the back. Unfortunately, the slate is broken here, and only a few strokes of the words at the back remain.

"Oh, what are these two poems talking about? It's so foggy that I can't understand them at all!"

Lao Bai was mumbling.

I was also savoring it carefully, but the more I tasted it, the more solemn my face became.

Not only me, Qingzhu also fell into deep thought after thinking about it carefully.

"Is this the only part of the stone slab left?"

After a moment of silence, I eagerly asked the priest: "Are there any others behind?"

"there is none left……"

The priest did not recognize the sacrificial text and only said: "This is something left by God. He asked us to erect it by the sacred spring many, many years ago. Well, let me think about it, about seven hundred years ago. Then A stone tablet suddenly exploded...

When we rushed there, there were broken pieces all over the place, except for two relatively large ones.

One part is the part in front of you, and the other part is in the temple."

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Chapter completed!