abnabooks Chapter 516
Chapter 516
Life-saving talisman, as the name suggests, the talisman can resist an external injury in critical moments.
Because it was done by her, as long as the great alchemist is not resurrected, most people can't touch Huang Wei'an, and Ye Lan will also sense the situation immediately.
This is not a peace charm found in any temple.
However, Huang Wei'an obviously regarded the talisman as the beginning of a friendship. He thoughtfully put it in his jacket pocket and cherished it. Ye Lan didn't need to remind him to keep it properly.
"Um, classmate Ye, your room smells like medicine. Are you sick?" Huang Wei'an suddenly sniffed and asked with some confusion.
"Well, I have a cold and I'm making Chinese medicine." Ye Lan made a casual excuse. Chinese medicine is deeply trusted and is much more reliable than Western medicine in the eyes of Chinese people.
As expected, Huang Wei'an nodded heavily and agreed: "Chinese medicine can only treat the symptoms and the root cause. Speaking of which, when I visited the front teaching building on the first day, I saw a lot of ceramic pots in the storage room on the fourth floor. Those used for cooking Chinese medicine is definitely suitable.”
Chinese people see that the pot is not only good at making delicious food, but also for cooking medicine, and its main purpose is practicality.
Foreigners, on the other hand, do not engage in traditional Chinese medicine. They only cook simple barbecues and salads. There is no need for bulky pots at all. When they lack aesthetics, they naturally abandon them and store them in the storage room.
But Ye Lan has not forgotten that this is the Institute of Cultural Relics Restoration.
There is a high probability that the pots stacked there are actually cultural relics with a long history.
Thinking of this, she thought about it, and after sending Huang Wei'an away, she quickly went to the teaching building.
There was no one around at this time, only high-tech surveillance cameras were flying all over the sky, but even so, the picture still couldn't capture Ye Lan's high-speed movement.
Arriving on the fourth floor, the storage room is also easy to find.
As soon as the door to the room was opened, a musty smell hit my nose.
Ye Lan used her inner strength to drive away the dust, then strolled in, shaking her head helplessly as she looked at the antique ceramic vessels piled all over the floor.
What a waste of resources.
Not to mention that these old craftsmanship can be preserved to this day, but their sturdiness is evident. Even if the aura attached to the old objects is combined with the elixir, the effect produced is not comparable to that of ordinary utensils.
It's a pity that foreigners don't know the goods.
Ye Lan searched inside for a while and suddenly found a tripod at the bottom of a shelf.
That's right, with its four corners on the ground and its two ears hanging from the chest, it is indeed a tripod.
The cauldron was about half a man tall, and it was so charred that the original shape and shape of the carving could not be distinguished.
But Ye Lan felt a hint of divine power and dragon energy from above.
She had some vague speculations in her heart, so she put her hand on the cauldron and slapped it hard. The inner energy poured into the cauldron and made a buzzing sound.
Click click.
With a subtle cracking sound, the charred black layer on the surface of the tripod fell off layer by layer, revealing a golden luster underneath, as well as a lifelike pattern of nine dragons playing with beads.
"Sacrifice to Heaven Cauldron."
Ye Lan only looked at a corner of the figure to confirm the answer, and at the same time verified his suspicion.
In ancient times, emperors would lead hundreds of officials to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth during spring plowing and autumn harvest, praying to heaven for a good harvest this year and good weather next year.
Sometimes the king is unvirtuous, and heaven sends punishments, which not only leaves the people with nothing to gain, but also causes thunder to strike down the heavenly sacrificial cauldron.
Generally, in this case, the tripod cannot be used anymore and needs to be transported to the mountains for burial.
And if the Heaven Sacrifice Cauldron is shattered on the spot, it means that God is angry, and both the court and the people can protest and have the monarch abdicate.
Later, in order to avoid shaking the imperial power, skilled craftsmen would find the hardest objects in the world to build them.
The one in front of Ye Lan looks like gold on the surface, but in fact it is a rare mineral. However, it is a rare treasure, and it is just right to take it back to make medicine.
So she picked up the heavy heaven-sacrifice cauldron, and her speed did not slow down after going out. After a few ups and downs, she returned to the dormitory.
Then she tried the Samadhi True Fire and found that the Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron could hold it completely. She nodded with satisfaction and poured a large pot of soup into it.
Combining the divine power of the Heavenly Thunder and the True Fire of Samadhi, the decoction spins at high speed as soon as it enters, floating in the air and completely untouched by the surrounding mineral metals.
In less than a minute, bursts of medicinal fragrance emitted from the cauldron.
Ye Lan shook hard, and all the condensed pills fell into the porcelain bowl nearby.
Without the waste caused by long-term cooking in ordinary pots, this time I produced enough medicine for half a month.
She put the pills into a porcelain bottle, opened the door and went to the next door.
In order to avoid the embarrassment last time, she also inquired about the news in advance and made sure that she was not taking a shower before knocking on the door.
Buckle.
"Please come in."
A man's deep voice came from inside the house.
It seemed that he knew in advance that she was coming, so the door was not closed.
When Ye Lan pushed the door open and walked in, he saw a long and tall man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the moon.
"Do you know how God came?" He didn't look back, but suddenly asked.
Ye Lan glanced at the distant sky, but still shook his head.
In front of a real god, guessing would only look like showing off, and the other party didn't need her to guess.
Sure enough, the next second, Lei Ze chuckled and gave the answer directly.
"We come from the universe, a place that your human satellites and rockets cannot reach. The farthest moon you can observe now is only one step away from us."
Just a very small and inconspicuous dust.
Hearing this, Ye Lan was silent for a while, and then said: "In your opinion, maybe our human civilization is very small, and the current scientific system is also very one-sided, but this is already the limit of our human power."
Whether it’s the solar system or landing on the moon, this is mankind’s effort on a macro level, and no one can deny it.
However, these are not the focus of Lei Ze's concern.
His eyes were still on the empty sky, but he asked calmly: "What do you think?"
What do you think of human civilization?
"..." Ye Lan fell into silence again.
It's not because I don't know the answer, but because I know what the other person is asking that I can't respond.
Finally, an inaudible sigh fell in the room, and Ye Lan's cold voice said word by word: "Sir, the road to heaven ended thousands of years ago."
broken.
If in the past, human beings were expected to reach the palace of gods and witness what the end of this vast universe would look like, now they have been forgotten by the Creator and have become like the moon, reduced to an inconspicuous dust.
Maybe one day a natural disaster will strike, and mankind will be destroyed.
So whatever civilization she thought it was was now just a fantasy.
Although Lei Ze didn't know what the Road to Heaven was, he could make a rough guess from the literal meaning.
"Well, when I wake up this time, I can't feel the breath of Father God. It has cut off the connection with this land."
Hearing from the mouth of a real god that there is no hope of ascending to enlightenment, if it is not uncomfortable, it must be a lie.
Ye Lan closed her eyes, feeling sour in her heart.
She thought of the ancient martial arts world that was still studying hard, and of Kunpeng at Feiyun Ferry. If people could no longer become immortals, where would they go...