In Taichu Palace, Feng Yan was still sitting quietly in front of Bai Wuji's handwriting.

The fabric written is slightly yellowed due to its age, but the handwriting on it is still clear:

It is as fast as the wind, its slow as the forest

Invasion like fire, not moving like a mountain

Moving like thunder, hard to know as yin

Below the six short sentences, there is a formation drawn with gold sand. Feng Yan vaguely felt familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

At this time, Sun Youwei had already retreated from the bedroom behind the hall, Feng Que and Fu Guang had also left, and there was no palace servant left in the entire quiet hall.

Under the candlelight, Feng Yan's shadow was shaking gently.

The north wind in the distant sky suddenly blew away a wooden window that was not closed in Taichu Palace. Feng Yan stretched out his hand and pressed a corner of the cloth.

Wei Xingzhen quietly landed on the ground in the hall and closed the window again.

Feng Yan felt the movement behind her. She turned around and saw Wei Xingzhen standing not far behind her, looking at her.

"Do you have any clues?" Wei Xingzhen walked to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan shook her head.

When she saw this cloth just now, she was really excited for a while, thinking that there would be an answer that could solve all puzzles hidden inside - but she never thought that this answer was still a puzzle.

Fire, Mountain, Forest, Wind, Thunder and Yin are six types of spiritual consciousness for monks. This mantra can be recited by children from Luoyang City.

Why does Master Bai Tian leave such a decorative word...

"I think the key point may be the formation below."

Feng Yan picked up the cloth and handed it to Wei Xingzhen.

Wei Xingzhen glanced at it - he had actually seen it in the morning, but the color-retaining ability of the golden sand is far less than that of the black ink. Many parts of this formation are incomplete. In addition to some talisman diagrams on the middle axis and edges, the colors in many places in the middle have fallen off.

If you look carefully, you can vaguely see some marks, but many details have been lost.

To fully understand the entire formation, you probably can only rely on your imagination to make up for it.

"It looks familiar... but I just can't remember it." Feng Yan whispered.

Wei Xingzhen raised his head and moved his neck - he also felt that he had seen this formation somewhere, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Then why did the old master write this formation together with these words?" Feng Yan said, "I was also guessing at the beginning whether it was a monk who needed six different spiritual consciousnesses to launch this formation. As a result, His Majesty said that the formation was still clear, she had already tried it and there was no response."

"She didn't even copy such an important thing."

Feng Yan was stunned, "...Yes, why didn't I expect-"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and the floating light knocked on the door, "Young Master?"

"Please come in." Feng Yan said softly.

Fu Guang pushed the door and saw Wei Xingzhen standing beside Feng Yan. He was surprised, "Oh, Lord Wei is coming out."

Feng Yan laughed. The persistence this morning was just a verbal confrontation. Apart from this, there was no reason to force Wei Xingzhen to hide in the dark. At this time, in Luoyang City, who could really do anything to this demon fox from outside the domain?

"Aunt Fu Guang is here..."

"I'll give you some food to the young master, and I'll have a message for you."

"That happens," Feng Yan looked back at the cloth again, "I would like to ask Aunt Fu Guang, is there a clearer copy of the formation on this cloth?"

Fu Guang carried the food box forward. She knelt beside Feng Yan, and opened the box while saying, "I have prepared it, but when I took it out not long ago, I found that the manuscripts were the same as the ones on the cloth," she said.

"What's the same?"

"The text is still there, the formation fades away," Fu Guang whispered, "The cloth you are looking at may be fading because it is originally related, but it is better. At least there are some marks on it. The copybooks left by Your Majesty back then are basically the only six sentences left."

A sudden thunder broke out outside the window.

Compared to the dull sound in the evening, the thunder at this moment seemed to explode above everyone's heads.

Wei Xingzhen looked at the floating light, "What's the news outside?"

"Miss Seven and Ji Ran seem to have found it, and Du Tianshi is with them."

"Is that?" Wei Xingzhen said softly, "Where is it?"

"Just outside the city, I heard that Lord Chen Heng and Mr. Chen from the Ping Yao Office rushed over. Both young people are fine, so don't worry, young master."

Fu Guang and Wei Xingzhen realized that Feng Yan's expression was something wrong. In theory, with Xiao Qi's news, Feng Yan should be the one who is most excited.

The two looked at Feng Yan at the same time, but she still sat there with a stagnant expression.

She seemed to have never heard Fu Guang's words just now.

"A Yan?"

"...I remember where I have seen this formation."

She turned around and said, "Does Xingzhen still remember...that a dragon?"

Wei Xingzhen's eyes returned to the cloth again, and suddenly something seemed to flash through his mind. Once the dragon tongue was mentioned, he immediately had an impression - the golden formation I saw on the altar of Daizong Mountain this summer was indeed very similar to the things on the cloth at this moment.

Feng Yan shivered gently, her face suddenly pale. She held the cloth in her hand, "I understand..."

"What else does A Yan understand?"

"I may... understand what the spirit-sacrificing people have been doing in recent years," she looked at Wei Xingzhen, "Do you still remember Xingzhen? We have been watching this period of time, and the actions of the spirit-sacrificing people in the past twenty years have been sorted out. Although the causes of death in more than 40 cases are different, they are inseparable from fires, falling off a cliff, and collapse of the mountain - the difference is that some occur in the forests, and some occur in villages.

Feng Yan fell into a brief silence, and she looked back at the Chinese characters on the cloth again - it was as fast as the wind, its sprint was as slow as the forest, its storm was as fire as the fire, and it was as motionless as the mountain...

For a long time, the sacrifices caused by the spirit-sacrifice among the people are like cults. Isn’t the method of death just correspond to wind, forest, fire, and mountain? This naturally includes those who died in Daizong Mountain because of the double sacrifice method. However, she couldn’t tell whether the sacrifice at that time was a mountain, a forest, or both...

Feng Yan murmured again, "After the sixteenth year of Tianfu, there are more ways to kill thunder..."

——Move like thunder.

The decline of the formation is likely to be related to whether it is fully realized. If a formation is set to be inreusable at the beginning of the painting, it seems possible that it will fade gradually with the completion of the sacrifice.

This guess made Feng Yan's hands tremble slightly. She couldn't help but turn her eyes to the end of the cloth, and once again fell into deep thought.

——It is difficult to know as yin.

Floating light looked at Feng Yan and stopped his movements.
Chapter completed!