socalfunplaces Chapter 190 The Dao Ancestor's True Relic as a Birdcage? The Old Immortal Was So Terrified He S
Chapter 190 The Dao Ancestor's True Relic as a Birdcage? The Old Immortal Was So Terrified He S
Zhang Sanfeng's body froze.
His eyes, which had regained their youthful clarity, were now fixed intently on the yellowed Xuan paper that had rolled out of the garbage heap.
Breathing stopped for a moment.
All sounds and sights around him completely faded from his perception.
In his world, all that remained was a thin, insignificant piece of paper.
And the five ancient and profound seal characters written in vermilion on the paper, seemingly capable of swallowing the heavens and earth.
The Way, the ...
Do not!
Those aren't words!
That is the embodiment of the Great Dao! It is the manifestation of the fundamental laws of the universe!
Every stroke embodies the interplay of yin and yang.
Every turning point subtly corresponds to the generating and restraining relationships of the Five Elements!
This is not a script that humans could write!
This is the "Tao" itself!
Zhang Sanfeng felt his very soul trembling.
As a native Chinese cultivator, he understood the weight of this thin piece of paper better than any other foreign deity in the academy!
He once saw an ancient stone tablet in the oldest secret chamber of Wudang Mountain, on which these six characters were engraved.
According to the ancestral masters, the stone tablet was merely a copy made from memory by a person with great supernatural powers after listening to the Taoist patriarch's sermon.
Even just a replica has allowed Wudang Mountain to stand as a sacred Taoist site for a thousand years!
He himself was able to understand life and death, reverse fate, and live for hundreds of years because he studied the stone tablet for many years!
He had always believed that the stone tablet was the supreme treasure of the Taoist sect.
But today...
He actually found a genuine handwritten manuscript, seemingly written by the Taoist patriarch, in Mr. Lin's "garbage dump"?!
Look at the texture of this paper, the Daoist charm of this cinnabar... it's definitely not a later imitation!
This is the original manuscript fragment of the Tao Te Ching, which contains five thousand words, left behind by Lao Tzu when he left Hangu Pass to the west!
It is the root of the entire Taoist school!
It is the source of Chinese thought!
It is an unparalleled sacred object that would cause any cultivator to wage a world-ending war to seize it!
And now...
This supreme sacred object was weighed down by several old newspapers printed with celebrity gossip.
Next to it lay an oxidized and blackened apple core.
There was even a suspicious oil stain on the corner of the paper, as if... it had been used to wrap leftover fried chicken not long ago?
"puff……"
A metallic sweetness welled up in Zhang Sanfeng's throat.
His newly restored and rock-solid Dao heart endured the most intense spiritual shock since its birth!
Deep within my heart, I heard a soft sound like glass shattering.
His Daoist heart was shattered.
It was completely shattered.
His body could no longer be controlled, and he staggered step by step toward the "garbage dump".
Every step was incredibly difficult; beneath their feet lay not cobblestones, but a collapsing world.
Everyone in the courtyard was drawn to his strange behavior, and even Lin Fan stopped scolding him.
He frowned as he looked at the new, long-time employee.
"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you again?"
"Seriously? You're going to fight them at your age for a bowl of soup?"
"Let me tell you, no way! Don't mess around with me!"
Zhang Sanfeng ignored it.
All he could see was that yellowed sheet of Xuan paper, which contained a grief, heartache, and boundless piety that outsiders could not comprehend.
He walked up to the "garbage dump".
He slowly knelt down in an almost reverent manner.
He stretched out his violently trembling hands and gently brushed aside the old newspapers and apple core, his movements as tender as if he were touching a newborn baby.
Then, he used the cleanest sleeve of his Taoist robe to gently lift up the sacred sheet of Xuan paper.
He held the paper up in front of him.
Gazing at the six ancient characters that contained the secrets of the universe, two lines of tears rolled down his handsome face.
This grandmaster, who had lived for hundreds of years and whose heart was already as still as water, was now crying like a 300-pound child.
"Grandmaster...this disciple is unfilial..."
He burst into tears.
"Your disciple has allowed your masterpiece to be tarnished here... to be associated with these filthy things..."
"This disciple deserves to die! Deserves to die!"
He cried and kowtowed repeatedly to the piece of paper, his grief-stricken appearance leaving everyone in the courtyard dumbfounded.
What... what's going on here?
It's just a piece of torn paper.
As for being even more excited than when I broke through after drinking the divine soup?
Lin Fan was also completely bewildered, looking at the tattered paper in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar.
He scratched his head.
"Oh, I remember now."
"That thing, wasn't it something I found in my grandfather's old trunk?"
"I thought the calligraphy on it was quite beautiful, so I took it out to practice calligraphy."
"But the paper was too brittle and crumbled at the slightest touch, so I decided to reuse it and use it to line the cage of my pet myna."
"Later I found out that the bird kept pooping on it, covering up the words. I thought it was dirty, so I threw it away."
Lin Fan's explanation, full of "life's touch," clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
In particular, there was Zhang Sanfeng, who was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.
When the words "to pad the birdcage", "to poop", and "to throw it away because it's dirty" entered his ears.
The sorrowful cries abruptly ceased.
He was completely frozen in place.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Fan with an incredibly dull and empty gaze.
His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He felt as if his shattered Dao heart had been struck by an invisible hammer from Lin Fan at that moment.
With a loud "bang!"
It was smashed to dust!
Then he was thrown to the ground and crushed underfoot hundreds and thousands of times!
"puff--!"
Zhang Sanfeng could no longer withstand this devastating mental attack.
His vision went black, and a mouthful of pure Taoist blood, accumulated over hundreds of years, gushed out like a fountain!
Immediately, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.
Completely unconscious.
"Hey? Hey! Old Zhang! Old Zhang!"
Old Wang was the first to react and rushed over to help him.
Seeing this living immortal who had just been so ethereal and youthful, now just like the two experts from the Academy of Sciences, coughing up blood and fainting on the spot.
He turned around in horror to look at Lin Fan, who looked completely innocent.
He cried out in a voice trembling with sobs:
"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin!"
"You...you've killed the conversation again!"
"You've scared this living deity to death!"