Zhang Chen looked at the text, his eyes filled with confusion, his mind brimming with question marks.
The idea was good, but deciphering it is not ordinarily difficult.
"The main thing is to understand the meaning of each character." Zhang Chen looked at the pinyin and finally recognized its limitations.
If it were everyday language, using pinyin to spell would naturally have no problem, as once pronounced, everyone naturally understands its meaning. However, this mysterious Qi cultivation language is very rare, and once spelled out, who can know its meaning?
Zhang Chen stopped writing immediately, then looked at the text marked with pinyin, feeling that this work couldn’t be done.
This is a Qi cultivation technique, and getting one character wrong could lead to drastic errors, directly wasting people away. Does he dare to muddle through like this?
But if you ask him to spend time learning the text, three to five years are necessary and he can’t wait that long.
"It’s difficult! Does it mean I have to wait three to five years?" Zhang Chen looked at the books, a hint of thought-provoking in his eyes. He couldn’t wait for three to five years.
"If only I could explode this Qi cultivation technique into a skill, it would be a quick thing for me." Zhang Chen stroked the scripture, recalling the Light of the True God that burst forth from the West Ascension Scripture.
"But the Light of the True God burst from the West Ascension Scripture because of the original version Golden Book. In the past month, I have listened to the Huangting Scripture dozens of times during morning exercises, yet have still gained nothing. It seems that to burst the scripture into skill, the original version is necessary." Zhang Chen pondered inwardly.
"What to do?"
This was the headache for Zhang Chen at the moment, should he steal the original version of the Huangting Golden Book?
He also needed to know where the Golden Book was hidden!
To know where the Golden Book was hidden, one must climb to the top of the Yellow Heaven Dao to have the chance to find out.
Zhang Chen sat silent for a while, holding the scripture in front of the lamp, he began to read aloud. His mind had another thought at this time: "Read the book a hundred times, and the meaning will reveal itself. If I read it more, maybe I can find a way to decipher it."
Zhang Chen held the scripture, reading it aloud under the lamp, stumbling over the pinyin.
This was the only method he could think of at present, reading the book a hundred times, its meaning will reveal itself, apart from this method, he had no other means at all.
The first time was stumbling.
The second time was slightly smoother.
The third time still had typos.
The fifth time there were very few typos.
The sixth time,
The seventh time,
...
Zhang Chen recited until late at night, then stopped the reading, went to bed to sit and study the mysterious world, but after spending the night studying, that barrier still couldn’t be broken.
Early the next morning, Xiaodouding’s shouting awakened Zhang Chen, who then got up with great sleepiness to wash up, and the two went together for morning practice.
"This is for you." Walking down the road to the square, Xiaodouding suddenly stuffed an item into Zhang Chen’s hand.
Zhang Chen took a look, it was a palm-sized cloth pouch, with two crooked little figures embroidered on it, one big and one small holding hands, looking very ugly.
At this time Xiaodouding took out the same pouch from his chest, opened it and it was filled with snacks, proudly showing it to Zhang Chen: "I thought when sewing the pouch last night you didn’t have a money pouch to store things, so I casually made one for you."
While talking, he took a piece of snack from the cloth pouch and put it in his mouth, his face full of pride: "How’s that? I sewed it well, right?"
Zhang Chen touched the cloth pouch, a smile appearing on his lips, indeed for a five-year-old child, the craftsmanship was undeniably good.
"Not bad, I really like it, next time I’ll bring you more snacks." Zhang Chen said with a smile.
While talking, Xiaodouding stuffed the snacks into his waist, then said to Zhang Chen: "Where did you get these delicious snacks? Take me next time? I searched the entire Huangli Temple and didn’t find such fun things."
Zhang Chen patted Xiaodouding’s head and casually agreed: "We’ll go together in the future."
The morning was still the same morning exercises, everyone practicing martial arts together. However, Zhang Chen gradually discovered something was off at the Daoist Temple, the disciples within seemed fanatic as though they were loyal followers, worshiping the Yellow Heaven God and the Grand Celestial Master like divine beings.
If chatting normally was fine, but once mentioning the Grand Celestial Master, it was like talking about a living god, whoever dared say a bad word about the Grand Celestial Master would certainly be attacked with fists like a killing enemy.
This spectacle left Zhang Chen with a chill in his heart, feeling that this Yellow Heaven Dao was indeed good at brainwashing people, turning three thousand martial arts disciples into fanatic followers, not knowing what trouble they might stir if they descend the mountain later.
Today breakfast was halved, no buns, even the vegetable porridge was only half.
The Law Enforcement Elder led seven hunting dogs sniffing around everyone, but found nothing.
Looking at the half bucket of porridge in his hand, Zhang Chen’s thoughts flashed: "Yellow Heaven Dao isn’t doing well either, if the drought doesn’t ease, I’m afraid the entire Northern Land will fall into chaos."
Returning to his room, Zhang Chen gave the porridge to Xiaodouding to drink, as he wasn’t lacking food and drink. Last night he feasted at his master’s wife’s house and still hadn’t digested.
Morning class, work, then all remaining time was spent practicing writing, martial arts, and reading scriptures.
Zhang Chen also figured out that in the future even if he understood the Qi cultivation incantations, he would have to memorize them, so it might as well be better to memorize them now.