Night Pearl was resting at his feet, leaning against the wall, the light came from bottom to top, and the dagger stabbed in the wall was reflected with a very long shadow, until the roof, like a black beam

Inch by inch, the short sword slowly pierced into the wall, gradually being swallowed up. Chen Changsheng held the hilt of the sword and stared at the place where the sword came into contact with the wall. His breathing became more and more rapid and his expression became more and more nervous.

His mind was attached to the sword, as if he was walking on the night road without lights, not knowing what he would encounter ahead. This completely unknown feeling was more uneasy in anticipation.

Finally, the short sword passed back with a clear feeling. After the sharp tip penetrated the wall about half a foot, it reached a hard object. Chen Changsheng stared at the wall in front of him, and after a quiet moment, he tried hard again, confirming that it was difficult for the short sword to penetrate into it. He was slightly surprised. He didn't know what material the thing was made of, but it was difficult for even his own sword to pierce. At the same time, he also confirmed that this was what he was looking for.

He let go of his left hand, raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then held the hilt again. This time, he no longer tried to go deeper, but began to move on the plane. Relying on his hand, the dagger slowly cut the hard bluestone wall, and there was no sound except for the slightly fluttering stone chips.

The dagger cut silently, walking in the bluestone wall, wandering non-stop, and finally returned to the beginning and cut a complete pattern on the wall. Chen Changsheng looked at the pattern and felt familiar, and then he remembered that the outer contour of the Lin seemed to be like this.

He pulled out his short sword, leaned closer to the bluestone wall, and used his sharp sword head to penetrate into the slightly wider cross-cut, carefully starting to pull out, constantly prying it.

Here is the wall to the right of Wang Zhice's portrait. As he moves, a whole piece of bluestone slowly moves outward at a distance of several hairs at a distance of time until the protrusions are visible to the naked eye.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a half-palm distance between the cut bluestone and the bluestone wall. Chen Changsheng took the sword back into the sheath, held the smooth and neat ends of the bluestone with both hands, took a deep breath, and the true energy slowly spread to all parts of the body, transmitting the power to the arms.

A very low and subtle friction sounded. In the soft light of the Night Pearl, the stone chips were flying even more urgently. A piece of bluestone with extremely irregular appearance was slowly taken out of the wall by him.

A hole was cut into the bluestone wall, and a box could be vaguely seen deep inside. The box was embedded in the stone wall. You can see that it was difficult to separate, but the lid should be able to be opened.

There is such a mechanism in the walls of places like Lingyan Pavilion, and there is a mysterious box hidden. Who did it when it was built? Who could do it?

If this scene is seen, it will definitely cause a major earthquake in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and may even go back hundreds of years ago, and some famous families are afraid of coming to a catastrophe.

Chen Changsheng didn't know who put the box in Lingyan Pavilion. When Lingyan Pavilion was built, countless craftsmen and officials were staring at it day and night. How could that person hide from the eyes of countless people and the eyes of His Majesty Taizong in the end - he only knew that there was a box he needed in the wall of Lingyan Pavilion.

The box hidden in the wall is quite dark in color. The outermost layer of the box lid is easily removed, revealing the real box lid inside. I saw that there were a lot of copper wires on the lid, and there were many exquisite copper buttons between the wires. It looked extremely complicated, and the middle was the mechanism for opening the box.

Children in Kyoto could guess what they were when they looked at these copper buttons and copper wires. They were the most popular nine-serial chains in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but they were countless times more complicated, and they seemed to be seventeen series.

The Nine-Serials are like the maze in the Cooking Forest. They are both games that Wang Zhice used to pass the time to dissipate his spirit while studying hard. Although it is just a game, it is very beneficial for exercising the strength of spiritual consciousness and math ability. It is only common for nine-Serials, while seventeen-Serials are very rare, and the difficulty of cracking is very different.

Without any hesitation, Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complex copper wires and began to calculate. His eyes fell on a small copper button from time to time, and then he began to put the wires on his hands. His fingers kept pulling the copper wires between the copper wires, as if he was playing a piano, and he kept connecting the copper wires and the copper buttons.

This process took him a long time until a long time later, when he looked at a blank space in the southwest corner of the box lid, took a deep breath, and left the copper wire with the ring finger of his left hand left, and heard a light sound. The copper wire he knitted began to move on its own, the pattern kept untied and reorganized, heading towards the middle.

This is the process of de-lotting the loop. It takes a long time to know whether it can be untied in the end. It is also possible that in the end, it is discovered that the solution is wrong, so you can only start over.

There was no other benefit except waiting. Chen Changsheng noticed that a lot of sweat had appeared on his head. When he raised his arms to wipe it, he looked at the sweat stains left on his sleeve before, and couldn't help but be stunned. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped the sweat from his face.

Looking at the constantly changing patterns, the copper wires and copper buttons, he remained silent.

He didn't know who did the mechanism, Wang Zhice or someone else, just like he knew there was a box in the bluestone wall. He only knew the existence of these, but he didn't know why they existed.

These things were told by Ji Daoren.

Before coming to Kyoto, Chen Changsheng always thought that his master Ji Dao Ren was an ordinary Taoist, and at most he had excellent medical skills. After experiencing so many things, he naturally knew that his master was definitely not an ordinary person, and he should even have another identity.

The Taoist scriptures in the old temple in Xining are all ancient books before the great editing. If you want to discuss the richness of the collection, you can even compare with the Li Palace. How could ordinary people collect so many Taoist books?

He held the short sword, looked at the portraits of the predecessors on the wall, and shook his head. How could ordinary people know that there are so many secrets hidden in Lingyan Pavilion? Even this short sword is extremely extraordinary.

It was also Dao Ren Ji who told him that if he wanted to go against the will of heaven and change his fate, he had to enter Lingyan Pavilion and find the relevant secrets. Therefore, from Xining to Kyoto, his goal was to enter Lingyan Pavilion.

He has a bad life. If he wants to live beyond twenty years old, there are only two ways - to cultivate to the realm of divine hiddenness, or to change his destiny against the sky. Both methods sound unreliable because it is basically impossible, but relatively speaking, the latter is somewhat feasible, because there has always been legends among the people that change his destiny against the sky.

How can we change our destiny against the will of heaven? First of all, we must know what fate is. He looked at the untied copper chain pattern and thought silently, was his destiny hidden here?
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