Acai's Sky

Chapter 981: Moyun Academy Shock 4

The moment the black shadow collapsed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp scream, as if thousands of strings were broken at the same time.

The aroma of burnt ink mixed with the smell of rotten flesh surged up, and the giant object formed by resentment let out an inhuman roar as it twisted, and the sound waves shook the beams and pillars so that they fell into dust.

Its body turned into a sticky black fluid, pulling out hideous human faces and broken brushstrokes and ink in the air. Sometimes it gathered into the word "劫", and sometimes it split into a gluttonous monster with a bloody mouth. Finally, it seeped into the cracks in the blue bricks like the receding tide, leaving only charred traces of corrosion.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the burnt mark, casting an eerie blue hue.

Just as the remaining black fog was about to dissipate, a brilliant golden light suddenly burst out.

"The Scroll of Mountains and Rivers" is like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, rising into the sky with the brilliance of thousands of stars. The seal characters flowing on the edge of the scroll are moving like living things.

Ah Cai leaped up almost reflexively, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, and she was completely unaware that the jade hairpin in her hair had slipped off.

The moment his fingertips touched the scroll, a scorching power rushed along his meridians straight to his head - that was the warmth accumulated by thousands of years of civilization and the spiritual imprint of millions of literati and poets.

She held the scroll tightly in her arms and could clearly feel the raised dark lines on the paper, as if conveying the heartbeat of an ancient sage.

With the return of the "Mountain and River Scroll", the entire academy began to stage a strange reversal.

The twisted bookshelf made wooden groans and automatically straightened itself with creaking sounds; the scattered pages of ancient books fluttered like a flock of butterflies, flying back to their original positions with the fragrance of ink; the words that had turned into monsters condensed into ink again, seeping back to their original positions along the cracks in the torn pages.

The scholar's ghost became increasingly transparent, the morning light penetrating his illusory body and casting flickering shadows on the ground.

"Thank you all..." His pale lips raised a relieved arc, "The cultural heritage of Moyun Academy has finally been continued..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into green smoke and merged into the rising sun, leaving only a faint scent of ink lingering on everyone's nose.

Emperor Minghuang Zhu Gaochi subconsciously raised his hand to grab the wisp of green smoke, but only grabbed a handful of morning dew.

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The first ray of sunlight penetrated the broken window frame, casting a golden beam of light on the messy library floor.

Dust fluttered and danced in the beam of light, like golden elves awakened.

A Cai slowly unfolded the "Mountain and River Scroll". On the yellowed rice paper, the green mountains and waters and the ancient seal characters complemented each other, but the corners were covered with spider-web-like black air, like a beautiful jade covered with dust.

Ming Chen Xie Jin leaned in to examine it, his silver beard trembling with each breath. "This is the mark of evil spirits invading it. Ordinary repair methods cannot eradicate it."

He stroked the damaged area with his fingertips, stirring up a trace of cool black mist. "It requires the guidance of literary energy and the medium of Taoism to completely purify it."

Upon hearing this, Ming minister Yang Rong took out a yellowed copy of "Daoist Canon Collection" from his sleeve, with half a piece of dried mugwort stuck between the pages.

For the next seven days, the academy turned into a busy battlefield.

Ming general Qi Jiguang, wearing armor, shuttled through the ruins and commanded his soldiers to reinforce the collapsed courtyard wall with black iron.

The sounds of rammed earth and shouts came one after another, shaking off the dust accumulated under the eaves.

Ming Wang Zhu Gaoxu brandished a shovel, sweat soaking his back, and he did not forget to joke: "Building the Forbidden City was not this tiring!"

Ming minister Yang Rong and Ming emperor Zhu Gaochi held bamboo dusters and carefully cleaned every damp ancient book, peeling off the moldy pages one by one and drying them in the courtyard.

Emperor Ming Zhu Zhanji set up a painting table and used a wolf hair brush dipped in special mineral pigments to repair cracks on his calligraphy and paintings.

Sometimes he frowned and stared at the damaged area, and sometimes he smiled and picked up his brush to sketch. The mountains, rivers, flowers and birds in his paintings gradually came back to life.

Ah Cai discovered a secret door in the deepest part of the library. The secret room behind the door was filled with ancient tortoise shells and bamboo slips, and the air was filled with a stale smell.

One of the damaged volumes of "Mojing Zhu" records the lost secret technique of restoration, but some of the text is blurred.

She and Xie Jin studied day and night, sometimes arguing until they were red in the face, and sometimes laughing at each other.

When I was tired, I would take a nap on the bookshelf, and when I woke up, my body was covered with book pages.

Finally, late at night on the sixth day, they cracked the secret of the ancient book.

The restoration ceremony takes place on a full-moon night.

A Cai mixed cinnabar, pine soot ink and spiritual spring water according to ancient methods. The thick ink paste in the jade bowl exuded a mysterious luster, and fine gold powder floated on the surface.

Ming minister Xie Jin wore a Taoist robe and held a peach wood sword while chanting the "Taiping Jing". Every time he recited a sentence, a rotating golden rune appeared in the air.

The runes intertwined with each other, forming a huge Bagua diagram in the air.

Mingchen Yang Rong lit nine specially made sandalwood sticks, and a Tai Chi pattern was outlined in the curling green smoke.

As the smoke rose, the entire library seemed to be shrouded in mist.

When Acai applied the repair agent to the damaged part of "Mountain and River Scroll", a miracle suddenly happened - the black gas quickly dissipated in the golden light like thin snow meeting the scorching sun.

The originally dull landscape painting has regained its vitality, the mountain streams seem to begin to flow, and the birds in the forest seem to be about to flap their wings and fly out of the paper.

Even the ancient seal characters that had been dormant for thousands of years began to glow slightly, emitting a soft light.

Everyone held their breath and watched this magical scene intently until the last trace of black air disappeared.

[Ding——] The crisp system notification sound cut through the silence, and a light golden curtain appeared in the air:

[Ding, congratulations to the player for completing the nightmare-level dungeon quest, Ink Rhythm of Terror.]

[Ding, Main Story Rewards: Heavenly Rank Martial Arts "The Secret of the Return of All Things to the Abyss", 1 Mysterious Summoning Order, 50% Off Coupon for the Temple Mall]

[Ding, hidden reward: For perfectly purifying the "Mountain and River Scroll", unlock the achievement "Wenqu Blessing", permanently increasing the effectiveness of the team's poetry skills by 20%.]

[Ding, special reminder: The remaining time of the copy has expired. You will be teleported back to the player island in five seconds.]

Emperor Ming Zhu Di clapped his folding fan in his palm with excitement: "Haha! This trip was worth it!"

Ming Wang Zhu Gaoxu couldn't wait to activate his skills, and pale purple spiritual patterns appeared all over his body, flickering in the moonlight.

Ming general Qi Jiguang wiped his sword. The blade once again shone coldly in the moonlight, and the back of the sword reflected his resolute face.

Mingchen Yang Rongze carefully placed the last ancient book back on the sandalwood bookshelf, his fingers stroking the gold-embossed lines on the spine, his eyes full of cherishment.

Ming minister Xie Jin gently stroked his beard with a gratified smile on his face.

Ah Cai placed the "Mountain and River Scroll" into the jade box and quickly carved forbidden runes on the lid with her fingertips. With each stroke, the runes emitted a faint light.

When the last stroke was completed, the jade box burst into brilliant golden light, and a translucent barrier slowly rose, protecting the scroll.

She breathed a long sigh and looked at the rising sun outside the window - after seven days of renovation, the academy had been completely renewed. The eaves and brackets were gilded in the morning light, the vermilion lacquered gate was shining again, and the new buds of the ancient locust tree in front of the gate swayed gently in the breeze.

The stone pavement in the courtyard was swept spotlessly clean, and there were several pots of newly planted orchids in the corner.

"I really can't bear to leave." Emperor Ming Zhu Gaochi looked at the familiar courtyard with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. "This is a thousand times more interesting than the palace!"

"That's right! When will the Lord take us to such a thrilling copy again?" Ming Wang Zhu Zhanji asked while shaking Acai's sleeve.

Ah Cai smiled and looked at the gorgeous morning glow in the sky: "Don't worry, the adventure in the temple world has just begun."

She turned around and took one last look at the academy. The ink marks left on the bluestone bricks were intertwined with the new green vines, as if telling the fusion of the ancient and the new.

Ming Dynasty official Xie Jin bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and put it into the book he was carrying.

The soft transmission light gradually enveloped everyone. At the moment when the figure became transparent, Ah Cai seemed to hear the sound of reading coming from the depths of the academy, mixed with the rustling sound of pen and ink.

The sound came from far away, then gradually faded away, as if telling a thousand-year-old story.

Emperor Ming Zhu Di gently waved his folding fan, as if still savoring the thrills of the past few days.

When the light faded, Mo Yun Academy returned to tranquility, with only the ancient locust tree rustling in the wind, telling the thrilling story to every traveler passing by.

And in a corner of the academy, a new leaf is quietly unfolding, welcoming the upcoming new chapter.