By the time Cangjie had finished transcribing his revised and perfected *Huangdi Yinfu Jing* (Yellow Emperor's Scripture of Hidden Agreement) onto the jade stone, the sky outside had already grown somewhat dim. When Cangjie pushed open the door, the Daoist was nowhere to be seen beneath the great tree, and even the children coming and going had become fewer.

　　"Indeed… the sky darkens, dusk approaches…"

　　"The sky darkens."

　　"Dusk approaches…"

　　The old man murmured to himself.

　　Turning around, he slowly walked to the table. The revised *Huangdi Yinfu Jing* was placed to one side, while on the table were some chaotic, incoherent writings. Cangjie coughed for a long while, then suddenly had an epiphany.

　　Perhaps the reason that person demonstrated Daoist magic for him was because he was already at the end of his lifespan…

　　Would this weaken some kind of backlash from the heavens?

　　Cangjie, one of the originators of human civilization, was not a stupid man. The old man looked at the words on the table and suddenly felt an urge to leave this thing behind. Having witnessed such extreme and brilliant beauty, how could he bear not to leave these beautiful things for posterity?

　　The old man grasped the carving knife with his wrinkled hands and, relying on his last memories, reorganized the words on the table. This was the original version, not the part he had recounted. He tried to rely on his memory to re-narrate what the Daoist had said.

　　Boom!

　　A booming sound suddenly came from the sky.

　　A thunderclap struck the ground, rolling across a thousand *li*. The old man was caught off guard, and his hand trembled, causing the carving knife to fall directly to the ground. A faint sobbing sound came from outside, followed by the sound of thunder. It seemed as if an unprecedented torrential rain was falling, smashing down!

　　The old man only felt that his room was like a small boat on a turbulent wave.

　　It could capsize at any moment. He felt the violent shaking of the window. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind that rushed in caused the already dim light to tremble violently, but in the end, it stabilized. The old man used the stable light to see who had come.

　　It was a handsome young man with curly hair, but the curly hair that fell to his back was originally black, but now it was washed by the rain, fading from black, but it did not return to its original white, but turned into a red color.

　　"Bai Ze? This is…"

　　Cangjie was at a loss.

　　Bai Ze shook his head violently, shaking off the water on his body like a big cat, and said, "What else could it be? I still want to ask you, Cangjie, what are you doing? How did you cause such a big commotion? It's as if the heavens want to kill you?"

　　"The heavens kill me? Hahahaha, this old man is already dying, how could I have such a grand send-off?"

　　Bai Ze stopped talking and looked at the words that the old man wanted to record and retell, saying:

　　"So, what are you writing? Tsk, I can't quite understand it."

　　"You don't know, there was a sudden thunder and rain outside, the sky is still the color of dusk, but the rain is red, it's like bleeding, don't tell me it has nothing to do with what you're writing."

　　Cangjie asked curiously, "Then why didn't you go hide, what are you doing here?"

　　"Me? Of course, I'm here to find you for a drink?"

　　"Let me tell you, hahaha, this is wine brewed by Du Kang himself, it's been hidden for so many years, the taste is excellent." Bai Ze looked smug, his face full of nonchalance. Cangjie couldn't help but laugh and brought him a seat, while he carved the words and chatted with Bai Ze.

　　"This scroll… in the end, I may have to ask Ah Ze to help me with it."

　　"Just hide it, hide it in the famous mountains and rivers, waiting for later people to discover it."

　　"Don't even look at it… Ha, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but as a dying person, I have some perception. If you look at this thing, I'm afraid it will cause great harm…"

　　Cangjie babbled on, and Bai Ze responded casually.

　　Instead, he talked about the lively events in Xuanyuan Hill recently, such as whose husband and wife quarreled, and as a result, the man was beaten by his wife and couldn't get out of bed, and where there were many delicious things and so on. Cangjie smiled and said, "Xuanyuan Hill… Youxiong Tribe, it's really good…"

　　"Ah Ze, tell me, how long can the Yan Huang lineage of Xuanyuan Hill last?"

　　"Will it always exist?"

　　Bai Ze's voice paused, and finally said, "I don't know…"

　　"Besides, for this kind of thing, wouldn't it be better for you to watch it yourself?"

　　"Asking, asking, asking, it's not like I know everything."

　　Cangjie laughed loudly, then drank wine, and after being quiet for a long time, said, "I just saw, that old tree we planted back then outside, it's already so tall, ah, but when the sun sets, I always feel, will this tree slowly wither?"

　　Bai Ze quietly replied, "It will wither…"

　　"But when it withers, it will have seeds that go with the wind, and it will grow one, two, three, four, many, many trees, even large forests, and no matter where those lush forests go in the future, they will all come from here, from a tree you planted with your own hands in Xuanyuan Hill."

　　"So even if there is no Xuanyuan Hill in the future, what you have done will never be in vain."

　　“…Is that so?” The old man said with a smile:

　　"That's really, too good…"

　　"Then I'll have to trouble Ah Ze to help me see the scenery of the future."

　　Bai Ze was silent.

　　Cangjie smiled again and said, "However, you will also leave here, right? For the sake of our earliest period, you told us how to restrain demons, fierce beasts, and even the gods, which is equivalent to making enemies with the gods… They won't let you go."

　　The scholar with white curly hair behind him narrowed his eyes and said, “…Don't misunderstand.”

　　"I just think that the human race without you cannot protect me, so I'm leaving."

　　"Hahaha, is that so?"

　　The ancestor of writing, Cangjie, laughed loudly, "I thought it was because if you were here, those gods who have hatred with you would come to take revenge because we all died, which would bring disaster to the human race. You might as well leave by yourself to avoid attracting disaster."

　　"After all, if the human race protects you at that time, there will be a great disaster, with countless deaths and injuries."

　　"And if you don't protect you, you will leave behind a huge name of injustice."

　　Bai Ze was ashamed and angry, and said:

　　"Drink your wine, can't even Du Kang's personally brewed wine shut your mouth?!"

　　The old man drank wine with a smile, and with a drunken brush, he finally left a short letter on the jade book recording the original Daoist scripture, and then at the very front, he wrote the name of this Daoist scripture - Hidden and difficult to see, so it is named *Yin*; wonderfully in harmony with the Great Dao, it is named *Fu*, this is the *Huangdi Yinfu Jing*.

　　Originating from Yuxu, named after it; orthodox, profound, and wonderful, called *Fa*.

　　Therefore, it is named – *Yuxu Zhengfa*! (Jade Void Orthodox Dharma)

　　Before Jie's life ended, he met a white-haired Daoist and talked about heaven, earth, Dao, and people, so he obtained it.

　　The Daoist does not know his name, and claims to be an ancient Qi Refiner, I call him Yuxu.

　　The old man engraved the last stroke, and with the help of his drunkenness, he handed the sealed Yuxu Zhengfa to Bai Ze, drank a cup of wine, and sighed with a smile, "Du Kang's wine is indeed the best in the world. Fortunately, I came out of the tribe in this life, and fortunately, I didn't stay there to be my Cang King."

　　"Otherwise, if I couldn't meet you, how regrettable would life be…"

　　The old man smiled and fell asleep drunk.

　　Bai Ze also never looked at the contents of the jade book, just drank cup after cup, and finally the wine jar was empty, he picked up the wine jar and shook it upside down, seeing that there was not a drop of wine left, a little melancholy appeared in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

　　"Du Kang's personally brewed wine ah, it's been thirty years since I've tasted this taste…"

　　"Du Kang ah, Du Kang."

　　"Since you died, this wine brewed by you personally is also one less cup to drink."

　　He looked at the old man who seemed to be asleep drunk, and didn't say anything.

　　Putting away the jade book, he got up and walked out, pushing open the door with both hands. Outside, a strong wind was blowing, the sunset was blood-red, and personified demons and ghosts were naturally born between heaven and earth, seeming to want to stop something from being born, to tear the old man who wrote this thing to pieces, to correct and obliterate it.

　　But they could not get close to this house, because before they wanted to come over, Bai Ze also appeared at the door. The scholar with white hair falling down narrowed his eyes, looking at the personified backlash of heaven and earth that only he could perceive, his eyes slightly opened, and his pupils emitted a cold golden light in the night.

　　Flicking his sleeves, the strong wind from his sleeves shattered the rain, and he indifferently scolded: "Get out!!!"

　　The majestic aura overflowed.

　　The blood-red rain solidified in the air, and then suddenly scattered in all directions, along with the transformed ghosts and gods who screamed and wailed as they dissipated into nothingness—

　　Bai Ze, all evils are far away, ghosts and gods are afraid!

　　The leader of all beasts.

　　The blood rain and thunder light in the sky disappeared, and the light of dusk was somewhat gentle. Bai Ze put away the jade book, pressed his hands on the door, the old man was趴趴on the table, the light next to him finally went out, the old man muttered one name after another:

　　"Xuanyuan… You, Xing Tian… Da Hong, Li Mu, Feng Hou…"

　　As if when he was young, the teenager with double pupils raised his head and saw those young people who gathered in Xuanyuan Hill that year. The teenager in his memory smiled and walked forward, and the old man's mumbling gradually disappeared and gradually faded away.

　　The scholar with white hair scattered slowly closed the door, and the light of the setting sun flowed in from the crack in the door.

　　Bai Ze said softly:

　　"Cangjie wrote a book, the heavens rained blood, and the ghosts cried at night, using this as the end of his life…"

　　"Is it enough?"

　　"It's enough, right…"

　　The white-haired old man quietly closed his eyes and no longer answered.

　　With a creak, the wooden door closed, the last ray of light disappeared, and the white-haired scholar left, singing drunkenly, carrying the unreleased *Yuxu Zhengfa*. In the house behind him, the carving knife in the old man's hand fell to the ground.

　　The carving knife that originally engraved countless words.

　　In the end, it only left a soft sound that was not even slightly louder than a sigh.

　　Cangjie died in the forty-second year of the Cang Emperor's calendar.

　　(Yi You, 4596 BC)

　　He lived to the age of seventy-one.

　　———— *Shenzhou · Modern Classics*, *Chan Tong Ji*

　　ps: Today's first update... 3000 words

　　Thanks to the Alliance Master Yuejian Hei, thank you~

　　Yuxu left his name