socalfunplaces Chapter 44 All Businesses Face Calamity
Chapter 44 All Businesses Face Calamity
2020 AD.
Penglai Island.
Sunlight spills onto the sea, shattering into millions of golden scales.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, blows over the pavilions and towers on the island, and over the ancient trees that have grown for who knows how many years.
Duan Xinglian stared at the person in front of him, completely stunned.
The person opposite was leaning back on the sofa, wearing a moon-white robe, with his long hair casually tied behind his head and a few strands falling down his side.
His features were so exquisite they seemed unreal, and his eyes and brows carried a languid composure.
This is the legendary master of Penglai Island.
The talisman, treasure, and body represent the existence of "treasure".
The greatest supernatural being of our time.
They are still disciples of my Sanzhen School.
According to legend, he was also the seeker of magic who practiced the most magic in history.
Duan Xinglian blushed slightly: She's actually that pretty?
Zhou Liuqing stood beside her junior brother, secretly observing Haishan's delicate face, her teeth clenched.
Damn it, can men be this beautiful?
While he was pondering, he saw Bai Xiaoxiao walk up to him and pat Hai Shan on the shoulder without any hesitation.
"Stop putting on airs, you've scared them."
Bai Xiaoxiao lay down on the sofa next to her:
"Quickly get some seafood for us younger generation to try."
Hai Shan let out an "Oh," and his air of superiority vanished almost entirely.
He picked up his phone, ordered takeout, and then looked up blankly:
"So, what brings you all here again?"
Bai Xiaoxiao sighed and propped her head up with one hand:
"Important people tend to have bad memories."
"Competing for the loom of ten thousand threads."
Hai Shan nodded in realization, his gaze falling on the two young men as he looked them up and down.
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing were a little nervous, their backs were ramrod straight, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly.
After a long pause, Hai Shan slowly spoke:
"Hmm, it's alright."
He nodded:
"Both of these little guys possess the aura of innate supernatural powers."
"Throwing you out won't tarnish the reputation of the Three Truths."
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"But it's still a bit lacking."
Hai Shan nodded, his tone becoming serious:
"I'll teach you for the next period of time."
This also allows me to fulfill my duties as a guest of the Three True Ones.
The two exchanged a glance, both unable to hide their joy.
The most powerful supernatural being in the world personally taught them.
This kind of treatment is unique in the entire world of supernatural powers.
"Oh, the food's here. Let's eat and talk."
Several paper figures carrying trays filed in, and the aroma of seafood instantly filled the entire room.
After everyone was seated, Bai Xiaoxiao took the lead, grabbing a crab and starting to break it apart.
Hai Shan looked at the two younger men, his tone gentle:
"Ask me anything you want, I'm not a riddle person."
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"After all, if I had to say, I am also a disciple of the Three Truths."
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a thoughtful glance.
This senior, Haishan, seems quite approachable.
Duan Xinglian carefully considered his words before slowly speaking:
"Yes, senior."
"We're going to compete for the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine in three months, right?"
Hai Shan nodded and popped a shrimp into his mouth.
Duan Xinglian asked in confusion, "Then why don't we go now?"
This was the only thing Duan Xinglian couldn't figure out after thinking it over and over.
"That myriad-path weaving machine doesn't have legs, and it's not like we don't know where it is."
Why do we have to wait three months to go?
Why not strike first?
Hai Shan stroked his chin, tapping his chin with his long, slender fingers:
"Well, how should I explain this to you?"
He thought for a moment, then broke open a crab:
"To put it simply, the current 10,000-thread weaving machine does not exist."
The two of them: "Huh?"
Zhou Liuqing's eyes widened: "Senior, what does this mean?"
Hai Shan cracked open a crab, speaking earnestly:
"Literal meaning."
"However, what others don't know is that the current Wan Dao weaving machine is still in use."
"To be precise, it's Haoguang who's using it."
Duan Xinglian asked in disbelief, "Ancestor Haoguang?"
How could this be related to the long-lost Master Haoguang?
Hai Shan nodded, put a piece of crab meat into his mouth, chewed slowly, and then slowly opened his mouth:
"The last time we met was more than 20 years ago."
At that time, Haoguang took away the Ten Thousand Paths Weaving Machine.
"Because he has to fight another person in time."
The two of them: "Huh?"
To fight another person in time?
Seeing the bewildered expressions on their faces, Hai Shan wiped his hands:
"This is related to his innate supernatural power."
"His goal is to capture some being from the future."
Under their frozen gazes, Hai Shan broke open another crab:
"Whether it succeeds or fails, the Wandao Weaving Machine will arrive in northern Shaanxi on December 9, 2020."
"That is, three months later."
"We agreed that his last batch of talismans would not be printed completely, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances."
As he spoke, Hai Shan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his voice:
"I just don't know how others found out about this."
This news should only be known to him, Gao Haoguang, and his senior brother.
Why is it that now most of the supernatural world is talking about it?
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing suddenly realized.
No wonder there was no news of Master Haoguang; it turns out he didn't even exist in this time period.
Hai Shan sighed, a hint of worry flashing in his heterochromatic eyes:
"But to be honest, although I can't interfere in their confrontation."
"But I could tell that Haoguang was having a hard time."
Zhou Liuqing's brows were furrowed tightly, her voice filled with disbelief:
"How...how could this be?"
"Didn't Patriarch Haoguang possess the most powerful causal supernatural ability in history?"
Hai Shan nodded: "Yes, that's right. He even has a ten-thousand-path weaving machine."
His voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes narrowed:
"Even so, he fought his opponent for more than 20 years, and his fate remains unknown."
Rather, it's more accurate to say—
He paused, his tone carrying a heavy respect:
"Fortunately, he was able to fight against his opponent for over twenty years."
Everyone looked at each other.
The man, once known as the ultimate magic talisman, fought his opponent for so long, wielding his most favored magic weapon.
They didn't even know if he was alive or dead?
Duan Xinglian frowned deeply: "That Dharma Corpse is actually this outrageous?"
Hai Shan nodded and tossed the crab shell aside.
"That's normal."
"Because a part of that corpse is the ancestor of my Three Truths."
The two were struck dumb, and Zhou Liuqing's voice even changed tone:
"My Three True Patriarchs?"
Hai Shan nodded, then put a finger to his lips:
"I can't say more."
The two of them gasped.
The disappearance of Patriarch Haoguang is actually related to the Patriarch who turned into a Dharma corpse among the Three True Ones?
This is truly a shocking secret.
The two felt as if they were on the sea – the future, which seemed calm and peaceful, was actually full of hidden turbulent waves.
After finishing his crab, Hai Shan patted his belly contentedly, tapping his long, slender fingers on the table with a crisp sound.
He looked up at the two younger men with solemn expressions, his tone as relaxed as if he were comforting a frightened animal:
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's quite simple."
"All you need to do is seize the Ten Thousand Threads Weaving Machine."
Hai Shan narrowed his eyes, a confident smile curving his lips:
"As long as I seize it, I can use the supernatural power of our Three True Ancestors [Chang Shimingzi] to trace back to the past."
We found out about Haoguang's situation.
"Even—help him out."
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing suddenly felt immense pressure.
Hai Shan smiled slightly as he looked at their expressions:
"don’t worry."
He proudly patted his chest:
"I'm pretty awesome in this industry."
That calm, confident demeanor, as if unafraid of anything, infected those around him.
The three put aside their worries and began to enjoy their meal.
"Mmm, this fish is delicious!"
"Aunt Bai, save some for me!"
"Don't fight, don't fight, half for each of us—"
"Senior sister, am I not eating?"
Chopsticks flew, bowls and plates clattered, laughter mingled with the sound of waves, filling the entire room.
Hai Shan leaned back on the sofa, watching everyone laughing and joking, and was momentarily lost in thought.
The last time I felt this relaxed was more than 20 years ago.
Back then, Bai Xiaoxiao didn't have so much gray hair, Senior Zhao Yan hadn't fully recovered, and Senior Brother hadn't...
He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.
Thinking of his dear friend whom he hadn't seen in a long time, Hai Shan's gaze drifted into the distance, looking out the window.
His gaze fell on the vast sea outside the window. Where the sea met the sky, a hazy line of light made it impossible to tell whether it was sunrise or sunset.
"Haoguang, you have to win!"
He took out a small, pure black book from his sleeve.
The book was about the size of a palm, with no words on the cover, only a deep black that seemed to absorb all light.
The edges of the pages are slightly yellowed, indicating that it has been around for quite some time.
Hai Shan opened the book to the title page, looked at the handwriting, and sighed:
"My senior brother and I have both finished. Now, as long as you win—"
"We've succeeded."
On the black Book of Life and Death, the first blood-red character is slowly taking shape.
Ten thousand……
The characters are not finished yet.
Hai Shan stared at that word for a moment, then gently closed the book.
at the same time.
1906 AD.
Two figures trekked through mountains and rivers, walking on a muddy mountain path.
"Sister Miao, why is the Third Dharma Palace of the Three Truths so remote?"
The girl in green wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at her master, and spoke with a hint of complaint in her voice.
"And are there really people here who can help us?"
Jin Miao sighed, but didn't stop walking:
"How would I know?"
"Our great Master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion specifically called us over, and even insisted that we come today."
She paused, her tone carrying an ambiguous meaning:
"The owner of the museum never does anything meaningless."
(Jin Miao and Hu Dasheng)
Hu Dasheng squinted as he looked at the arched mountain peak in the distance:
"Oh, I see it."
"Is that the Sanzhen stronghold down below the mountain?"
Jin Miao followed her gaze and nodded.
The two quickened their pace.
Nobody noticed.
In the sky, through a gap in the clouds, an eye was secretly watching them.
Those eyes were not made of flesh and blood, but were formed from pure magical power. Two tiny figures were reflected in the pupils, and they did not blink.