Chapter 84 two cards

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date="2021-05-11"

title="Chapter 84 two cards"

weight="129945"

series = ["I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon"]

mode = "manual"

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After hitting Yawn, Ling Ping raised her head and looked at the hanging clock.

It's 07:00 in the evening.

"the brave of the canyon, that's all!" He looked at the enemy crystal that had exploded on the phone screen and smiled proudly.

His account was unsealed last night.

It's just that was so busy with code words yesterday that forgot about this.

Today, naturally indulge in the battle of the canyon.

Don't say that the long absence is better than the newlyweds, and the game is ordinary.

The battlefield of the canyon has become fun again in the eyes of Ling Ping.

After playing all day, won at least 20 games and lost only three.

With this number, bluntly typed out several national service firsts.

The bookstore owner, who put down his cell phone and attached great importance to health care, began to get up and exercise his muscles and bones.

Then he sat down, ordered a takeout and turned on the TV.

The evening news is on TV.

"Today, our naval fleet stationed in the Kingdom of Marin held an annual routine military exercise with the Navy of the Kingdom of Malaysia."

"the armed forces of the two countries have jointly carried out a number of subjects, including naval gun bombardment, maritime rescue, personnel transportation, missile exercises, and so on."

"King Marin and the first assistant of the cabinet of Ma Lin jointly watched the exercise. And highly appraise the quality of the officers and soldiers participating in the exercise! "

On television, there are pictures of joint operations of naval destroyers and frigates, as well as joint exercises of Marines and armored units.

Ling Ping an watched the news and was a little distracted, because fourteen years ago, his parents set foot on the land of Kunlun State from the Marin Naval Base.

He looked back at the family picture in the cupboard.

The photos in the frame have been blurred because of improper maintenance.

Ling Ping Ping looked and sighed.

He went over, took off the picture frame and held it in his hand.

With the blurred photos, can no longer see the appearance of the family of three when we took the picture together.

He gently stroked the parents' last image record in the world.

As a result, his hand touched something behind the frame.

He felt it out curiously and found it was a small card.

There are words on the card.

He took the card and went to the counter.

Looked at it, and then frowned: "strange!"

"how could anyone write a historical story on this card?"

On the card, a story is written with a pen.

This is a story that many people read when they were at school.

During the warring States period, Qin was strong, and South Korea was afraid of Qin attacking Korea, so Zheng Country, a water conservancy expert, went to Qin to carry out Qin's plan in the name of building water conservancy channels.

The water conservancy project was used to slow down the attack on South Korea by the State of Qin.

Later, when the matter was revealed, the State of Zheng said to the King of Qin: the first minister was the first minister, but the canal was also the benefit of Qin. The minister is the life of Han Yan at the age of several years, and the meritorious service of Qin Jian for thousands of years.

King Dayue of Qin ordered Zheng to continue to build the canal.

After the canal was completed, the king of Qin swept Liuhe.

Looking at the card, almost completely copied historical materials.

Lingping scratched his head, he turned the card over and found a paragraph on the back: those who drink poison to quench their thirst, how can they not know the intensity of poison? Without it, if you don't drink, you will die, and if you drink, you can linger for a while!

"so." Ling Ping an thought: "this is what my parents used to copy?"

When he thought of this, he put the card back.

When putting the frame back, Ling Ping found that there seemed to be a thin genealogy behind the place where the frame was originally placed.

He immediately took it off curiously.

After all, genealogy is the thing that touches the hearts of the Chinese people the most.

Because genealogy can tell every federate who I am and where I come from. It's something.

Ling Ping an took down the thin genealogy and found that it was covered with dust.

He blew the dust, and then he saw the name of the genealogy.

Jing Chuling's genealogy.

"so." Lingping an scratches his head: "my ancestor's surname is Ling?"

"what an obscure surname!"

He opened the genealogy, looked at the above text, and finally knew that his ancestral home was originally in Jingchu.

Two hundred years ago, he moved to Guangnan.

When the ancestors were in Jing and Chu, it was still a famous local witch Zhu family, offering sacrifices to Junior Commander Ming from generation to generation.

Sir, Ling Ping still knows.

The infant protection god described in the famous poet qu Yuan's nine songs is a god worshipped by Jingchu in the Spring and Autumn and warring States period.

Looking at the text on the genealogy, Ling Ping'an knows that his family has been handed down from generation to generation.

The men of each generation of spiritual families exist as witches who serve the orders of the chief.

Until two hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, the whole family moved away from the hometown of Jingchu, where they have lived for generations, and came to Guangnan to live and work in peace and contentment.

Since then, Ling has been changed into a spiritual family.

After reading the genealogy, Ling Ping Ping smiled.

"I can't believe my ancestors were still magic sticks!" As a staunch materialist, Ling Ping Ping is not very interested in those feudal and superstitious things, that is, when writing novels, he will use them as material.

I was about to put the genealogy back when suddenly a small card fell out of the gap in the genealogy.

Ling Ping picked it up and looked at it. It was a passage of the moral Sutra.

"those who are good in ancient times are those who do good things." He read the above words: "subtle avatar, unintelligible.". "

"it's the fifteenth chapter of the moral Sutra!" He smiled.

As a writer of online articles, how can we not look at the moral Sutra?

Therefore, he knows that the fifteenth chapter of the moral Sutra is about the situation of saints described by Laozi.

In Laozi's description, the so-called saint is a kind of existence that can not be understood or recognized by others.

He is nameless, invisible and indescribable.

It is also distant and profound, with infinite wisdom.

Outsiders can not detect the existence of saints, but can subtly perceive the avenue of saints.

The actions of saints are incomprehensible to outsiders.

It is difficult for outsiders to understand the behavior of saints.

In a word, this is a kind of high-dimensional existence which is very good at pretending to be forced and elegant and refined.

It is above all things and represents the existence of the ultimate truth and rules of the universe.

Man needs to learn and follow his path and wisdom.

In the end, it is concealed and newly formed.

This is also the theme of this article.

Ling Ping an smiled: "unexpectedly, one of my ancestors liked to read the moral Sutra!"

"this must be the moral scripture he copied!"

As he said this, he carefully put the card into the family tree, put it back in place, and closed the window.

But he didn't know it, and he couldn't see it.

The kitten Best has stood up since he saw the first card.

And around his body, there are pairs of evil eyes that surround him.

Indescribable monsters looked at him nervously.

It is obvious that these things are scared, nervous and uneasy.

Finally, when Ling Ping put the genealogy back, they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and scattered away.

On the glass door of the bookstore, a huge pupil opened.

He scanned the monsters mercilessly.

Then punishment came.

Eye pupil, released a grotesque whip, these whips rolled up those horrible indescribable monsters, throwing them around.

Bang!

There was a mournful howl in the bookstore.

The whole world was shaken by their howls.

Best, the kitten, curled up trembling, leaned against the computer and lay down carefully.

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