Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen - Chapter 295

“This is… Chinese characters?!”

A slightly trembling palm stretched out and slowly wiped the dirt off the paper. When Tang San saw the content on it, his brain was as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and suddenly went blank.

Tang San was not a human being born and bred on Douluo Continent, but a traveler from another world. Although his body has long been different, he knew that his soul and his memory came from a land called “Shenzhou”.

He was there, not a rare genius in a century, nor was he a high-profile rookie investigator, but just an outcast of a sect named “Tang Sect” on the mainland of China.

He spent decades there, following the Inner Sect, but because of his love for hidden weapons, he stole the classics of Inner Sect and finally reproduced the long-lost ultimate hidden weapon of Tang Sect.

At the last moment, facing the accusations of the elders, he chose to return everything, come naked, walk naked, voluntarily jumped off “ghosts see sorrow”, and chose to usher in his own end.

Of course he didn’t hate those elders, they raised him, and at the same time, he took the blame for stealing the classics. Although the samples of “Buddha Anger Tanglian” were left behind, in his heart, he still believed that he owed Tang Sect a lot.

But what he didn’t expect was that after jumping off the ghost to see sorrow, his soul actually came to a completely strange world. In this world, he has embarked on a new journey, but everything in the previous life is still in his heart, and as time goes by, the longing has become more intense.

Therefore, he used to chat with his older brother when he was very young. In the future, I will reopen the Tang Sect on this continent as a continuation of my previous life and as a comfort for this life.

And on the paper he was holding in his palm at the moment, what was recorded was the Chinese characters unique to the mainland of China!

Although the styles have become slightly different and seem to be a lot more complicated, the Chinese characters are in the same continuous line. He may not know a single Chinese character, but the series can make him understand the specific meaning.

This is a symbol of civilization, a choice of history and the people, and the heavy history it carries cannot be faked.

So, when he saw these words, Tang San suddenly had a thought:

“Could it be that in this life, I still have a way to return to… the former Tang Sect?!”

Once such a thought comes out, it can no longer be restrained. Compared to the pages of the book with written words can come into this world, then it proves that there must be a way to come and go.

In addition, this book page came to this world with the color of stars, does it mean that as long as it reaches that level, it can travel between the two worlds? In other words, the disaster has reached the land of China in advance? !

There were more and more various thoughts, and more and more mixed, Tang San shook his head with a squishy mind, pulled back his thoughts of running away, and refocused his attention on the page in front of him, slowly Read the title written by the drifting brush at the first place above it.

“Secret Record of the Seven Chapters of Xuanjun… Volume Three… Demon captures the ghost urn?”

“What is this? Why don’t I remember, there is any record of Xuanjun on the land of Shenzhou? And, the devil and the ghost? Is it a Taoist school? Wudang Mountain or Longhu Mountain?”

Settling down, Tang San’s eyes slowly moved down, and then he watched.

“Everyone is a soul-catcher, but if there is more than gold, there is not enough money; a saint is a soul, but if there is no more than gold, then there is not enough gold… But a saint can be a **** and not a god. It can be dissipated, it can be defended, and the day responds to everything, and its heart is quiet.”

After reading the contents, Tang San seemed to have encountered an incomprehensible problem, his originally stretched brows frowned slightly.

When he was in Tang Sect in his previous life, Tang San was notoriously studious. Although there are few chances to go out, the classics in Tang Sect for disciples to observe at will have been read all over. Therefore, he could tell at a glance that the content of this so-called “devil-catching ghost urn” is composed of Taoist classics.

In the words of my brother, it is a so-called suture monster.

If you understand it in accordance with the original meaning, it is naturally nonsense, but if you read the context again, it seems to be a new meaning.

After thinking about it, Tang San himself couldn’t make up his mind. He was going to translate it after he went back and show it to the master. Although the master’s mental state has been a bit chaotic lately, Tang San is still far inferior to him in these studies and the like.

After making up his mind, Tang San folded the pages of the book and put it in his arms-the original storage soul guide shattered during the battle, and there was no way to build a new one for the time being, and it would only be done in this way.

After doing all this, Tang San calmed down his agitated mood and walked slowly outside the mountain range.

Luming Town.

Although Tang San reacted quickly when the Star Color just rose, the way to draw vitality was really impossible to guard against. Even if the Star Color did not enter the final stage, it was to draw away the vitality from the life body in an instant by virtue of the connection of life, but dozens of hapless townspeople were swept away by the light, turned into fly ash and dissipated in the void. .

But the townspeople did not feel sad. At the moment the color from the stars rose, their eyes were full of purple light. Looking up at the weird color, their sanity quickly cleared, and even the nearby townspeople melted and merged due to the ray of light, and no one noticed the death of their relatives or friends.

But after the color of the stars dissipated, the sober villagers naturally discovered all this, and grief and panic completely swept their minds, especially when they saw the few monster-like townspeople, this feeling reached its peak.

They gathered together shouting, and ran toward Wang Ming’s house mightily, let this obviously know everything, but still prevented them from leaving here to ask for an explanation.

At this moment, in his own home, Wang Ming was not as panicked as the townspeople imagined. Instead, he looked at the sky returning to normal, and was afraid for a while.

In the situation just now, he has been the person in charge for four or five years, and none of the recorded mental pollution monsters can compare with that. If it weren’t for Agent Tang to solve all this, the consequences can be imagined.

Moreover, during the previous changes, he was also keenly aware that he seemed to have been contaminated, and when he thought of Tang San’s instructions, he was afraid of the rest of his life as well as the joy of the rest of his life.

As for the townspeople outside, heh, they never knew how thrilling night they had been. But gathering so many people is indeed a bit troublesome.

Just as Wang Ming was thinking how to explain, suddenly, his eyes lit up and he subconsciously said:

“Detective Tang, you are back!”