She couldn't help but sing loudly.

【Where is this again?】

Until a figure looked familiar to her.

Although the face of the giant phantom was very blurry, Bei Jiu felt it was familiar and blurted out: [Teacher!]

A figure who looked like a teacher passed by her left side.

Beijiu turned around to pursue.

Witnessing the latter transformed from a human figure into an instrument.

Not only this figure, but other illusory figures have also turned into different instruments, including ballistas, transmitters, and even land boats, zip lines, bridges, giant waterwheels...

Are these people or ghosts?

Bei Jiu felt at a loss and also felt fear.

At this moment, the fuzzy sound gradually became clear.

The voice chanted: "The sky covers the earth, and the objects are numbered ten thousand, and all the things are done because of them. How can it be done by human power?"

Bei Jiu's attention was instantly attracted.

She subconsciously murmured along with the voice: "There are so many things, and they must be taught orally and then the eyes will be clear and then we will know them. What is their geometry? Among all things, it is useless..."

What she said was the same as that voice.

Because this is the opening sentence of "Tiangong Kaiwu".

During these days when Beijiu joined the government, he was afraid that he would never be able to touch the sacred objects again, so he did not dare to slack off every day. He held the letter in hand and studied it in a daze. He looked like he wanted to carve every word into his bones and blood.

The body also develops inertia.

But the article was too long, and her memory did not have the photographic memory of a literary scholar, so she soon became stumbling upon memorizing it.

Shut up with a frustrated look.

Quietly listen to the voice reciting from the sky.

This voice seemed to have a different kind of magic power. Bei Jiu was surprised to find that he miraculously remembered every word he heard!

The pearls are flowing like stones, and the year is unknown.

The recitation has come to an end.

Beijiu didn't feel boring or tired, I just felt that the meaning was still unfinished. Just when I was regretting why I didn't recite that voice more, the sound of nature's music sounded in my ears, and a group of white cranes flew gracefully.

She opened her eyes wide in shock and looked up at the huge palace that almost covered the sky and the sun. The palace was not gorgeous, even a little simple and simple, but the details were extraordinary. Beijiu arrived at the palace sitting on a wooden ruler.

Under the steps...

【Should I go up?】

Beijiu pointed to the steps higher than himself and murmured.

Looking around, no one answered.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb forward.

The amazing thing is that she crossed the first step with one step.

The steps just now are behind you.

It is indeed a dream, anything can happen.

Thinking like this, Bei Jiu raised her skirt and ran forward, climbing up the stairs quickly, getting faster and faster. When she reached the back, she felt like she was flying, and she could even hear the wind in her ears.

Every time she took a step, a strange scene appeared.

Some people are standing in the mountains, holding weeds covered with fine teeth in their hands; some are dressed in cloth and talking loudly with princes; some are holding chisels to cut holes in wood; some are standing by the ditches and watching the waterwheels; some are on the battlefield and looking at the ladders...

The voice from before reappeared.

But this time it's not "Tiangong Kaiwu".

Bei Jiu felt that his body passed through a transparent barrier.

When she regained consciousness, she had already reached the final step.

The palace door at the end of the steps was closed tightly, and there was silence everywhere.

【Is there anyone? Is there anyone here?】

Beijiu wandered in place, but no one responded.

【Can someone tell me where exactly this is?】

There is still no second person.

She was a little discouraged and had to rely on her own efforts.

Until she looked up and saw the plaque on the palace door.

A few vague words can be vaguely seen.

【ink?】

She murmured, and after a while she only recognized one.

【Mo...what?】

My eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time.

Bei Jiu turned around and rubbed her eyes. She was wondering how she would wake up from her dream when a gust of breeze came from behind her and made the corners of her clothes fly. She turned her head subconsciously and saw a sound like an ancient sound coming from the previously closed palace door.

Call and open slowly.

Some people sighed and chuckled in relief.

【Finally, you are here.】

【This place is the Mohist temple.】

【Welcome, Mo Zhe.】

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PS: The main business of the Mohists in this article is infrastructure construction, not war.

PPS: Alas, now I am worried about the scribes, warriors, and Mohists. It feels weird (they are all the same ones). It is not as good as the scribes, military generals, Mohists, and doctors who are Xinglin? Alas, I can only think about the Mohists again.

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