The essence of written language lies in its ability to be "recognized at a glance and understood upon examination," which means that the moment a character is written down, even young children can roughly grasp its meaning. This is the most fundamental and simple requirement of written language.
Cangjie created characters, and the ancient pictographic writing was very simple. In the oracle bones script, the characters for "one, two, three, four" are similar to what we use today's "one, two, three," but the character for "four" is slightly different—it consists of four horizontal strokes. It is not until the character for "five" that it takes on the shape of an hourglass.
"I, II, III" is the way invented by Zhu Yuanzhang during his anti-corruption campaign. However, it is still far from the era of the great Shang Dynasty, when there was "Great brightness everywhere under the rule of the Celestial Empire."
Deng Chanyu rewrites the Register of Life and Death, changing characters like "one, two, three" again.
She changed the names of all her relatives and friends, and then returned the Register of Life and Death to the judge: "Alright, let's leave it at that. Where has that Jie cult follower run off to? Let's go after them quickly!"
The black face judge's face became even darker, so dark that it almost blended in with the surrounding environment. At first glance, he looked like a black person.
"......I'll lead the way upfront, so quickly follow." In a bad mood, even the title of 'Ascendant Deity' was absent. The tone was hard and unbending.
The black-faced judge passed the Register of Life and Death to King Chujiang of the Second Realm. The King of Hell casually glanced at it, ignoring someone's alterations to the Register and the issue with the numbers "one, two, three." Such operations involving "people" were not new, and after a few years, one could just find a scapegoat.
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Zhu Tianlin was running wildly through the Underworld, searching for an exit.
As he was running, he suddenly became aware of something. After focusing for a moment, he raised his unconscious sword and pointed towards the side rear with a quite elegant gesture: "Drop!"
Contrary to his expectation of the enemy screaming and falling, he concentrated and observed to see that his sword was now pointing at a twisted-looking mulberry tree with its branches growing crookedly.
The Unconscious Sword, as its name suggests, can only affect targets that are unconscious. How can a tree become unconscious?
Before he could ponder further, Deng Chanyu undid her transformation, her eyes brimming with battle spirit. She swung her lance at Zhu Tianlin's neck.
"Bold of you to lay hands on the Taoist!" Zhu Tianlin formed a hand seal with his left hand and struck out fiercely with his right, his sword aimed at Deng Chanyu. They exchanged more than a dozen moves in rapid succession.
Deng Chanyu's long lance, which she had forged twice at Lishan, contains some Geng Gold. Although it can be used, it is still not smooth and too light.
She made a horizontal slash with the blade of her lance, aiming to cut Zhu Tianlin's neck. The Jie sect disciple raised his long sword and forcefully parried the blow.
As the swords clashed, Zhu Tianlin retreated with ease, his red robe billowing in the wind and releasing a scattering of colorful medicinal powder.
Deng Chanyu hastily retreated, thinking that this Jie sect disciple was following the 'throwing lime' path? It didn't seem like it.
Zhu Tianlin has already stepped onto the path of immortality, or in other words, a standard "human immortal." While Deng Chanyu is still a mortal.
She is somewhat like Nezha, a mortal with average cultivation, but with many artifacts.
Nezha possesses a set of divine artifacts, including the Circle of Qiankun, the Velvet of Hun Tian, and the Wind and Fire Wheels.
Deng Chanyu is also not weak. She has embroidery needles, the Heaven-Repairing Stone, the Qiankun Bow, the Zhentian Arrows, the Green Light Dual-Yin Lamp, and her own Red Yang Divine Fire. With these, she can almost go out fully equipped.
She effortlessly kills Dou Xing Sun. Now facing Zhu Tianlin, who is weaker than Dou Xing Sun, it is even easier for her.
Deng Chanyu spat out a mouthful of Red Sun Divine Fire towards the spreading powder, injecting it with the power of the Xuanmen (mystic) arts, as if endowing it with a hint of spiritual essence. The red flames danced gracefully in the air, then split into three, transforming into three fiery phoenixes.
"What kind of flame is that?" As Deng Chanyu's spit wasn't the common Taoist three-flame true fire, neither the unconscious sword nor the powder had any effect, Zhu Tianlin wilted instantly.
Being in the Underworld, afraid of being disturbed by more lonely ghosts and wild spirits, he was really not interested in fighting.
"Today, the Taoist is in a good mood and will spare your life!" He waved his wide robe, and more pox pills flew out of his sleeve. The pills collided and decomposed in mid-air, turning into a vast area of extremely low visibility black dust.
Deng Chanyu was very wary of these pox pills and retreated again, with a considerable distance between them.
Zhu Tianlin's spat-out pox pills not only covered the line of sight but also blocked the divine consciousness.
Deng Chanyu reached down and snatched four flying stones between her fingers from her waist. With a swift movement of her arm, she threw the stones in a manner resembling a shooting star chasing the moon in four directions. A wail of pain came from the left side.
"Are you going to bully me like this?" She took out the Heaven-Pivot and Zhentian arrows, and shot an arrow towards the direction where the sound came from in an instant.
"Puff!" As Zhu Tianlin was about to use teleportation to escape, he froze and turned around in shock. Despite the heavy powder obscuring his vision, Deng Chanyu's arrow hit its mark with precision, entering from the back and emerging from the front of his heart.
Three Zhentian arrows can kill Chi You, and Zhu Tianlin is nowhere near comparable to Chi You.
His heart was instantly pulverized by the arrows as they pierced through it. His right hand maintained a position of holding an injury-healing pill, before his vision went black, and he fell to the ground, motionless and without a breath.
Deng Chanyu talks very little during the battle, just afraid of being poisoned.
Now that Zhu Tianlin is dead, she didn't know whether these pox pills would affect the environment of the Underworld. With a wave of her sleeve, she unleashed a raging inferno to purify the toxic mist at the scene.
Deng Chanyu picked up Zhu Tianlin's unconscious sword and gave it a glance before throwing it away with a disdainful expression.
The artifact's name was the Unconscious Sword, but it was not the traditional method of striking the soul and causing unconsciousness. Instead, it gathered the resentment of countless lost souls, causing disease from the body and leading to coma due to organ failure.
This thing must have used countless living beings for its refinement, and the blade is brimming with restless spirits.
Deng Chanyu looked on and saw one village after another of innocent civilians lying dead under the pox pills' toxic mist.
The children in the village fell ill first, followed by women and elders. Finally, even the young men who had lived on their own lands succumbed to the plague. The village shamans reached out with their hands, seeking help from the heavens. However, their cries were no match for the Jie sect's clever methods.
Innocent people died everywhere, their diseased blood pooling together. Eventually, through a special technique, a pox pill artifact capable of making people unconscious, the Unconscious Sword, was born.
Too vicious!
Even though Deng Chanyu is a transdimensional traveler, she cannot accept such a cruel method of refining treasures.
Zhu Tianlin appears to be a Taoist and a disciple of the Jie sect, but in reality, he is not much different from the traditional demons who eat human flesh and drink human blood.
Deng Chanyu sat cross-legged and reviewed the teachings of the Lishan Ancestress. After that, she chanted the "Great Preceptor's Sutra of Delivering the Afflicted" to transcend the souls.
The judge with a very dark face appeared again. Seeing Deng Chanyu offering solace and blessings to the innocent, his impression of the female Wa Gua disciple improved significantly. Although she is greedy, she has enough bottom lines.
Compared to the disciples of the Jie sect, well, there's no need to mention them.
Deng Chanyu recited two chapters, but the vast number of souls and their deep resentment made it difficult for her to transcend them with her cultivation.
Just as a layer of flames surrounded her and she prepared to give it her all, a young man with a well-proportioned face, round forehead, wearing a moon-colored Taoist robe emerged from the black mist nearby.
The man raised his hands in a prayer, "Salutations, fellow cultivator. I am Dizang, a disciple of Master Pure Light from the side of Master Zhunti, and I wish to lend you a hand in this great act of compassion."
Deng Chanyu glanced at this future Bodhisattva of Earth Hell, who was still under the Western teachings, which was a part of the Xuanmen system. He was also an "insider." However, Deng Chanyu found something peculiar about his Taoist robe. It seemed to have some resemblance to Buddhist monks' robes.
Feeling the strain of transcending the souls alone, she wouldn't object to having help. She nodded immediately, "Thank you for your assistance."
