Chapter 183: Like a mayfly in the universe, just a grain of sand in the vast ocean!
After arriving at Zhongchi, Wang Yuanjing still felt a little excited.

This is because the location of the bell pond is too close to the grand hall where ancestor worship is held.

The bell pond is located in the center of Zhuge Village, and next to it is a piece of land with an area inversely symmetrical to it. The Book of Changes says that "the southeast is yang and the northwest is yin". Combined with the saying "the sky is round and the earth is square", the open space and the bell pond form a yin-yang Tai Chi shape.

There is an ancient well on the north side of the land and on the south side of the bell pond, which are exactly the fish eyes in Tai Chi.

Eight alleys extend out in all directions, each with different characteristics, forming eight parts: Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui and Qian.

The Grand Hall is located in the Kan Palace area.

In other words, if any stranger in Zhuge Village looked back, he would be at risk of being exposed.

Fortunately, all the main lineage members of Zhuge Village were in the Grand Hall, and outside the Grand Hall there were also ordinary people, descendants of Zhuge, surrounding them, providing a natural umbrella of protection for Wang Yuanjing.

Unless some strange person happens to walk out of the grand hall, and this person happens to have a high level of cultivation to be able to see through his ghost steps.

Wang Yuanjing is safe.

In Zhuge Qing's words:
"The elders in the clan take this very seriously and will not leave the hall until the ancestor worship is over. You have to be careful of those young people standing relatively far back. They might come out and do something weird."

But no matter what, this is an ancestor worship activity that takes place twice a year, and what Zhuge Qing said is only a low-probability event.

If he, the real boss, is not afraid of him, what should Wang Yuanjing be afraid of?

After looking around to make sure no one noticed him, Wang Yuanjing walked to the ancient well on the south side of the bell pond and looked down.
But I saw that it was pitch black inside, with no end in sight.

But Wang Yuanjing knew that this was a dry well.

"Shaoyin in Yang."

He thought to himself, by this analogy, the one on the land side is the well.

While thinking, Wang Yuanjing leaped down.

The diameter of this ancient well is very narrow. If he had a stronger body, he might have been stuck in the middle.

The bottom of the well was very dark, without any light. Wang Yuanjing only felt that he had dived about ten meters before he reached the end.
Although it was a dry well, it was not completely dry. The soil was very moist, and the water even soaked his shoes.

"call"

Wang Yuanjing took a deep breath and pressed his palms against the wall of the well.

Yang Qi emanated from the palm of his hand, and the moisture on the ground beneath his feet was evaporated. At the same time, the water level in the well on the land corresponding to the bell pool rose slightly.

"This is the true positive pole and negative pole!"

Wang Yuanjing thought of the key point Zhuge Qing mentioned and smiled.

The mechanism designed by Zhuge's family is quite ingenious.
This is not exactly a dry well.

The so-called Shaoyin refers to the state of Yin Qi just appearing. It is still Yang in essence, so in order to trigger the mechanism, it is necessary to use Yang true Qi to remove the water from it.

The total number of yin and yang between heaven and earth remains unchanged
Therefore, when the water in the dry well on this side is removed, the water level in the well on the opposite side will rise relatively.

"But that alone is not enough."

After all, it is just very basic knowledge of yin and yang.

Wang Yuanjing took out a small bottle from his arms, which contained Zhuge Qing's blood, which was freshly taken this morning.

"I also don't understand how this mechanism identifies the Zhuge family's bloodline."

“We usually take it as we use it.”

"According to modern science, some chemicals in the blood have a short half-life and will be lost quickly over time after leaving the body." "To be on the safe side, I'll squeeze a little more blood for you."

Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes and carefully explained the key to this to Wang Yuanjing.

He took out a silver needle, a flame lit on his finger, and after simply disinfecting the silver needle, he began to draw blood under Wang Yuanjing's moved gaze.

"Zhuge Qing is such a good person!"

Wang Yuanjing felt that he had been too prejudiced against him in the past and he must repay him well in the future.

He opened the bottle cap and slowly poured the blood onto the ground.

Suddenly, a sound neither loud nor soft came from underground. Wang Yuanjing looked calm because he had made preparations. He had pasted talismans on the wall of the well to ensure that the sound would not leak out.

In less than a minute, a bulge appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

"Brush brush"

After brushing off the dust, Wang Yuanjing found a pull ring, and with a little force, he opened the lid, and a new passage appeared underneath.

The direction of the channel is not downward, but leads to another direction.

As bleak as ever.

At the beginning it was extremely narrow, but the talent made sense. After taking dozens of steps, it suddenly became enlightened!
What comes into view is a space the size of a classroom, with a futon in the middle. In addition, a piece of silk paper is hung opposite the entrance to the passage.

The Three Kingdoms period was a time when bamboo slips and paper coexisted and grew in popularity while the other declined.

Bamboo slips were used to preserve more formal documents (such as official documents), while paper was subordinate to them. As for silk, it was too expensive and would not be the main writing medium.

The ancients believed that silk paper was more durable than gold and stone, and most of the works that could be carried on silk paper were precious works of art and paintings.

This piece of silk paper took up the entire wall.
Such a large piece of silk paper, judging by its quality and how well it has been preserved, is worth a fortune!
The most surprising thing is that the only light source in this underground space comes from the silk paper.
A total of fifty-seven lamps were drawn on the paper, seven big lamps, forty-nine small lamps outside, and one natal lamp inside.

The light from these fifty-seven lamps illuminated the originally dim underground space.

"Seven-star lamp!"

Wang Yuanjing murmured in a low voice.

Although he had known about the situation of this underground space from Zhuge Qing long ago, he was still deeply shocked when he actually saw the real thing.

What kind of method is needed to make a piece of paper glow for thousands of years?
As expected of one of the greatest extraordinary people since ancient times, the legacy left by Zhuge Wuhou.
The sacred fire of Huode Sect only lasted for a few hundred years at most, but this piece of silk paper engraved with the Seven Star Lamp spanned several dynasties until today!
Even with Wang Yuanjing's current level of cultivation, he still couldn't understand the mystery.

"The Twenty-Four Section Tongtian Valley and the Seven-Star Lamp Diagram in front of us, what realm did those ancient people reach in their cultivation?"

Wang Yuanjing couldn't help but reflect on himself.

The further time went by, the more insignificant he felt, and the sense of complacency that had arisen in his heart at some point disappeared without a trace.

It is:

“I am like a mayfly in the universe, a grain of sand in the vast ocean. I mourn the brevity of my life and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River!”

After sorting out his feelings and suppressing the slightest bit of strangeness, Wang Yuanjing walked forward and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

　Today is still Riwan.

　　I have no more drafts saved, so I will post one chapter of 2k first, and I am still writing the rest.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)