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Li Ang raised his eyebrows, then turned back and glanced at the information on the cover of the book.

This book was written in the reign of Wucheng in the former Sui Dynasty, and the author was a certain elder of the hidden sect.

Well, understandable.

Li Ang was not surprised at once.

The sects of the former Sui Dynasty, especially the demon sect, had the habit of abusing alienated objects, and even directly merging with aliens.

Doing this can indeed improve your cultivation, but it will also cause physical and mental problems.

Slightly deformed shape,

At worst, they lose their minds, lose themselves, and turn into demons.

In order not to become a savage monster,

Some monks who have merged with other species have the habit of writing diaries.

They will write down their origin, family, life experience, practice experience in detail, what they do every day, who they meet, what they say, what they eat, what they think, and what they think.

In this way, if one day aliens start to erode the host's sanity, they can still remember who they are by reading the diary.

The hidden sect Lihuagu, which is famous for its Qihuang medical skills, even specially interprets the diaries they wrote for the demon cultivators to stabilize their personalities—in a sense, it is also considered a psychiatrist.

"Is it a diary written by a madman again?"

Li Ang rubbed his forehead with some headache.

Back then, when the academy wiped out the remnants of the sect, it seized a large number of secret diaries by the way.

There is some value in these books - after all, they were written by monks, and they recorded the secrets of the sect that were not known to outsiders.

But who is a serious person to keep a diary?

The more people are seriously threatened by aliens and their mental state is worrying, the stronger their desire to write a diary will be.

The logic of its statements tends to be more confusing.

Topsy-turvy, out of context, more stream of consciousness than stream of consciousness. Normal people read it is a kind of torture.

Not to mention that these secret diaries are often mixed with code words, metaphors, and riddles unique to each sect,

If you want to interpret it, you have to learn the customs of the sect first.

It can be said that it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it, so the seniors in the academy had to seal up all these diaries and throw them in the corner of the library to eat ashes. When a doctor wants to study it, he will look it up.

Sure enough, the same is true of this diary,

In the first few pages, it was still talking about the meaning of life, but later it became the dream of a mental patient.

"The poor people in the Sui Kingdom are really pitiful. There must be something to hate. They can't be flexible at all. Why can't the poor eat meat if they can't afford food? Why can't the family rent out the carriage if they don't have money?"

"Strange, why do the ancients I dug out from the grave only have bones but no flesh?"

"I discovered a very miraculous thing today. It turns out that throughout the ages, all the dead have drank water. It seems that water is indeed a slow poison."

A few pages of crazy words followed, and then it stopped abruptly—it could be seen that the elder was being eroded by aliens intensified, and finally completely lost his mind and gave up writing a diary.

"It feels like the school has put so many magic repair diaries in the column of forbidden books on the third and fourth floors,

It also means to warn the disciples of the academy, right?

Let the students take a good look at the tragic end of merging with a different kind. "

Li Ang sighed and closed the book. I have already integrated with Mosi, it is too late to say anything.

He continued to read other banned books, except Moxiu's diary,

The types of banned books also include the crazy secret art of the former Sui Zongmen——

For example, peeling off the skin of an animal and covering it on the surface of another person in a fresh state can make it temporarily become a domestic animal;

Stuffing a person into a vase, leaving only one head exposed outside the mouth of the vase, causing it to suffer great pain, and possess some kind of hidden prophecy ability;

Or a talisman that has not been perfected and has unknown risks,

It can also be a weird and strange story with unknown truth or falsehood.

Swipe, swipe.

Li Ang quickly flipped through the pages, and the sun outside the window gradually fell,

It wasn't until Haotian's bell rang that he realized that it was evening before he knew it.

"call--"

Li Ang stretched his muscles and put the notes he took today back into his pocket.

Then move the ladder and put all the borrowed books back to their original positions on the bookcase.

During this period of time, he basically came to Zangshu Pavilion every day—the head of the mountain felt that he was hiding something, and he didn't tell the truth.

They didn't ask the supervision department to help with the investigation,

Li Ang can only rely on himself to find and collect information that may be related to Mosi.

"Today is another day with few harvests."

Li Ang sighed in his heart, and put the magic repair diary back in its original place. Just as he was about to get off the ladder, he felt his heart move.

It wasn't the moss that was trembling, but the psychic paper that was hidden under the moss was trembling slightly.

"Um?"

He frowned. The psychic paper was obtained from the bookstore in the market not long after he entered the academy—it was originally contained in an old "Collection of Du Gongbu".

For so long, the psychic paper has been sitting peacefully, and there has never been any movement until now.

Li Ang thought for a moment. At that time, he had already talked about the psychic paper with the head of the mountain, but the head of the mountain didn't say anything about it.

That's why Li Ang continued to put the key alienated objects such as the psychic paper and the lotus in distress into the ink silk interlayer and brought them into the school.

clatter clatter.

In the ink silk interlayer, the psychic paper curled up spontaneously, rolled up a corner, and pointed in a certain direction.

Li Ang frowned, and looked at the input port on the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion—it was already school time, and there were very few people in Zangshu Pavilion, no one noticed him at all

".Where are you taking me?"

Li Ang was puzzled in his heart, but he still followed the instructions of the psychic paper, pushed the sliding stairs, made several turns, and came to a dark corner.

The books with the lowest borrowing frequency in Zangshu Pavilion are placed here, and even Moxiu's crazy words are not counted, they can only be regarded as unnutritious written waste.

For example, in the pre-Sui period, some literati and poets published their own collections of poems at their own expense, and the genealogy compiled by local wealthy families for the sake of appearance.

These books can be placed here largely because they belong to the historical materials of the pre-Sui Dynasty, nothing more.

"Swipe."

Li Ang followed the direction indicated by the psychic paper, and slid his fingertips across the covers of books,

Finally came to a halt on a book with no title.