The ferryman was dumbfounded. How could this happen? The boy came to him to confirm whether it was normal for him to miss fishing, just for this moment? He had already planned it!
What shocked the ferryman the most was how could that dagger be so sharp?
He had already determined that the fishing line was extremely unusual. Although it was very thin, it was engraved with countless symbols and was stronger and indestructible than the fishing line on his boat.
But now, it has been cut off!
He thought that Wang Xuan was picky and unpopular because he wanted the best "fishing bait", so he took a risk and pulled the scriptures on the fishing line. In the end, this guy cut off the thread and drained the bottom of the pot.
Wang Xuan did not pick up the stone slab and let it fall on the bamboo boat. He jumped on the boat awning, holding a short sword, and gestured at the floating fishing line.
This fishing line is harder to cut than sun gold. It is extremely strong and has a Taoist aura. It must be a rare treasure!
The ferryman's eyes widened. This guy... After taking away the bait, he still wanted to cut the fishing line?!
He really wanted to ask, do you want to pull off the fishing rod too?
Seeing his posture, the ferryman even thought that he wanted to pull all the fishermen down!
After losing the stone slab, the fishing line became light and fluttering, swaying with the night wind, crystal clear, densely covered with runes, and exuding the aura of Tao.
Wang Xuan made several gestures and finally held back. Although he speculated that the fishing creature on the moon could not interfere with the dead land, he felt that to be on the safe side, it was better not to provoke that creature.
He was very happy. Not long ago, he was deliberately frivolous, and finally he struck hard and chopped off the slate scripture!
"You are not the only one who knows how to fish. I am using my body as bait, fishing without rods, without wires, and without hooks!" Wang Xuan said with a smile on his face.
He landed on the bamboo boat and saw the ferryman staring at him. He suddenly looked solemn and said: "Senior, please!"
"What do you mean?" The ferryman looked at him.
Wang Xuan said: "Senior, please read this most powerful scripture first. If you didn't explain it to me, I might not be able to get this stone tablet."
"It has nothing to do with me, it's you..." The ferryman found that he had no words to praise him, and he didn't want to say good things about him without conscience.
However, he is really tempted. This stone slab has a huge background. How many people can remain indifferent when it is placed in front of them?
"You really want to show me?" The ferryman's fingers were trembling slightly and he tried hard to restrain himself, but he still couldn't help but want to touch the stone slabs on the ship.
"Senior, there is no need to be polite between us. We will deal with each other often in the future." Wang Xuan said seriously.
"Back then, two of the top ten masters among the Immortals died because of the slate scriptures. My ancestor was not ranked that high. He accidentally obtained the scriptures. After others found out about it, he was hunted and died."
The ferryman was sad, that was his master's father, he was extremely powerful and a good person, but he did not die a good death.
Wang Xuan was moved. A seemingly ordinary stone slab was actually stained with the blood of immortals. No wonder it was full of cracks, covered with fog, and had too many stories.
He pays more and more attention to this stone tablet. This may be his major scripture in the future!
The ferryman said: "Are you willing to show me a scripture with such an astonishing origin? It is very likely to be one of the strongest scriptures."
He added: "According to the Old Testament, I have no right to ask you to show it to me."
Wang Xuan nodded and said: "Senior, I admire your character and conduct. You are so frank when facing such a scripture. Don't worry, I sincerely want to invite you to read it."
Then he added, "There is a fog on the stone slab. I am afraid that the earthquake will not clear it, so I have to ask my seniors to take action. In addition, if my seniors can understand something, please help me clear up my confusion."
"I underestimated you. You are willing to share this truly supreme skill with others. You are so bold and powerful. You are stronger than some immortals. If they could have looked away a little, they wouldn't have killed the immortals.
The sky is dyed red."
The ferryman sighed with emotion, and in the end he was extremely serious and warned Wang Xuan, saying: "Then I will tell you some truths. It doesn't matter if you don't practice this scripture, because people who practice it will get into trouble. Even among the most ancient immortals,
Two people who became Buddhas and ancestors died because of practicing it.”
"You didn't die because of fighting or fighting, but because you died practicing this scripture?" Wang Xuan was shocked.
"One of them was seriously injured, and he practiced the Slate Sutra, and died soon after. The other person was not injured, but he practiced this sutra, and finally died."
The ferryman's coir raincoat was filled with darkness. His physical body was no longer there, but only the remnants of his extraordinary power. He was solemnly warning Wang Xuan that this scripture was terrible.
"Since there are problems with the scriptures, why do we still need to practice them? Isn't it worthy of being called the supreme scriptures?" Wang Xuan had doubts in his heart.
"There is no problem with the scripture. The powerful immortals competing for it have repeatedly deduced it. The theory is feasible. Once it is completed, its power is unparalleled. However, it is too difficult to practice it in practice."
The ferryman picked up the stone slab shrouded in mist. It was more than three feet long and two feet wide. It was full of cracks and black blood stains. It was most likely the blood of the immortals that had not been wiped clean.
"I was just moved by the scene and missed the past. I am still in awe of this scripture. I dare not read it or practice it for fear of something happening." The ferryman picked up the stone slab, wiped it with his hand, and the fog dispersed, and then
Quickly untied the fishing line.
He turned his head and did not look at it, fearing that he could not bear to practice this sutra and torment himself.
Wang Xuan stood beside him and studied carefully. There were nine figures in total on the small stone slab, and there were dense ghost symbols underneath each figure.
Wang Xuan didn't recognize it, but a spiritual imprint was transmitted to him, allowing him to understand the true meaning of the scriptures and also recognize those ghostly characters.
Regardless of whether you practice or not, keep it in mind before talking!
Soon, the ferryman realized something was wrong. There was an inexplicable flash of light on the stone slab, which entered the coir raincoat and entangled with him, as if marking him.
His blurred face appeared in the dark hole in the coir raincoat. His expression changed again and again, and he realized it silently, then suddenly raised his head to look at the passing moon.
"There are traps and deep pits on this stone slab. It's really not that easy to get!" the ferryman said in a deep voice.
Then, he felt something was even more wrong. This slate had nothing to do with him, it belonged to that kid!
At the same time, the fishing line moved away and disappeared into the night sky.
"Senior, what's the condition of this stone slab?" Wang Xuan asked, very concerned.
The ferryman looked unkind and said, "You kid, did you have a premonition that something went wrong and you made me take the blame?!"
He thought just now that this kid was brave, but now he looks so displeased. Maybe it was intentional. This guy was alert in advance and had doubts and guesses. Was this a way for him to stand in the way?!
"Senior, I really didn't know that the angler on the moon was so insidious. I thought I robbed that monster of a scripture for nothing, but I didn't expect it to be so deceptive and hard to guard against!"
Wang Xuan sighed, looking frightened.
The ferryman carefully sensed the mark on his body, and when he heard his words again, his face became even darker. Didn't you take full precautions? It was me who broke the defense, why are you showing off to me?!
Wang Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky and said: "You are sinister and vicious. This kind of old monster should be killed. He is not a kind person and just wants to deceive future generations!"
The ferryman felt very uncomfortable. He looked at him and said coldly: "Why do I feel that you have tricked me?!"
"Really not!" Wang Xuan couldn't admit it even to death, and said: "How could I have imagined that the fisherman on the moon has all kinds of tricks, he is really an old scumbag!"
Then, he asked in a low voice: "Senior, are there any problems with the scriptures?"
The ferryman was convinced that this boy had definitely been wary for a long time. Asking him to carry the thunder really made him want to violate the old covenant and teach him a lesson.
"You are still thinking about whether the scriptures are true or false?" the ferryman said angrily.
Wang Xuan raised his dagger and was about to split the stone slab, saying: "I'm venting my anger for my senior!"
"Don't destroy the slate!" The ferryman quickly stopped him. He also wanted to use the slate to reason with the fishermen on the moon.
When Wang Xuan heard this, he immediately understood that there was no problem with the slate scriptures!
He stared at the slate and studied it carefully again. The nine figures of human figures and the densely packed ghost symbols were all firmly memorized in his mind without any problems.
Suddenly, the ferryman's hair stood on end and he looked up at the sky. The missing fishing line appeared again. This time there was no scripture landing, but a set of shining golden anchor hooks, coming towards him!
"I...go!" He was shocked, then looked at Wang Xuan with murderous eyes, and even kept blocking the knife for this kid!
The set of anchor hooks are all made of sun gold and are extremely huge. If the anchor is attached to a person, a large bloody hole will appear immediately, as if a spear has been bent.
"Misunderstanding, it's not me!" The ferryman kept dodging, and then holding a fishing rod made of feathered sacred bamboo, he touched the set of anchor hooks and talked with it.
"I am the ferryman of the dead and the keeper of the promise. There was a misunderstanding and I prevented the disaster for others. I can return the stone tablet to you!"
Wang Xuan saw the ferryman turn into a ray of light and hide there. The set of big hooks also left a trail of afterimages, chasing him endlessly.
"Traps come one after another, all are routines." Wang Xuan wiped his cold sweat, and then said: "Senior, I thought you two were my own people, but I didn't expect that the monster on the moon doesn't recognize any relatives, and even wants to fish you away!"
"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you!" The ferryman was extremely angry.
Although he was a remnant of extraordinary power, he knew very well that when his physical body was still there, he was a person from the age of immortals. As for the angler on the moon, he couldn't tell clearly.
The dead land is too old, predating the existence of immortals!
Finally, the ferryman used the Feathered Divine Bamboo to hold against the set of fishhooks made of sun gold again, and kept whispering, as if he was explaining something quickly.
However, the anchor hook trembled and seemed to be still exerting force.
Wang Xuan found the opportunity, jumped up, turned his dagger, cut off the fishing line with a clang, and let all the anchor hooks fall down!
The ferryman was stunned. He was still talking, and the boy took the opportunity to strike. His hands were too dark and too deceitful!
Wang Xuan said: "Senior, he can't interfere with the place of death. He should take action when it's time to do it, and he must be soft but hard!"
The bamboo boat bumped and almost capsized. The anchor hooks were too heavy and shone brightly.
Wang Xuan walked over, still not daring to touch it, but his eyes were very bright, this was a pile of sun gold!
"Don't even think about it, you have to return it!" the ferryman said.
"Why, he wants to fish, and I am counter-fishing!" Wang Xuan was dissatisfied.
The ferryman advised: "I really don't know much about the creatures on the moon, but I'm afraid something might happen if I push it too hard."
"Then leave a fishhook!" Wang Xuan said firmly, choosing one from a group of fishhook.
"What do you want it to do, also want to fish?" The ferryman was puzzled.
"Such a big fishhook, when smashed straight, isn't it just like a spear? A spear made of sun gold is said to be good at destroying evil spirits and ghosts. Who wouldn't be tempted?!" Wang Xuan was determined to keep one.
The ferryman looked at him and was really speechless. After a long time, he sighed: "Okay, you can leave a fishing hook as a spear and return the stone slab."
Wang Xuan was reluctant and studied the slate again before giving up.
In the end, there was only a golden fishing hook left in the boat. If it was straightened, it would be two meters long.
The ferryman brought the stone slab and the anchor hook close to the fishing line. As soon as they touched it, with a whoosh, those things were pulled up into the night sky and disappeared, returning to the moon.
Finally calming down, the ferryman stared at Wang Xuan with an unkind expression.
Suddenly, his expression changed again, and the mark entering his body from the stone began to glow, vibrating slightly, and conveying a very clear meaning.
"The cross-region war in the dead land will start at any time. Please prepare the seed players actively. It may take ten years, maybe today, and always be ready for the expedition!"
The ferryman was petrified. He couldn't believe his ears. It was not the worst, only the worse!
After he took the blame for that kid, the adverse reactions continued to ferment, and there were pitfalls one after another. It was just to protect the kid from disaster, but he also had to compete and go on an expedition for him? He was not going to let anyone live!
After Wang Xuan learned about it, he really felt that the creatures on the moon were difficult to deal with. This was simply a series of tricks.
If he hadn't been cautious enough and let the ferryman test the water first, he would have been in complete tragedy. He thought he had not been fished to the moon and got the slate scriptures. He thought that the anti-fishing was successful and he was full of gains and accomplishments. In fact,
The trap has just begun!
"I'm still too young, serial traps, anglers are too insidious, and the boat will capsize if not careful!" Wang Xuan said with emotion.
There was darkness in the ferryman's coir raincoat, and he felt like he was going to explode, especially when he heard Wang Xuan say this, his whole body felt bad.
He said coldly: "I capsized the boat, okay? I have to bear everything for you!"
Naturally, he couldn't give up so easily. There was absolutely no way he would go to war for this kid. He had to find a way to correct it.
When Wang Xuan saw that something was wrong, he immediately said: "Senior, I will practice the strongest scripture on the stone tablet now. When I become stronger, I will avenge you and vent your anger!"
"Don't practice, it will kill you. Let me correct today's mistake first, and then you can practice again!" The ferryman quickly stopped him.
Wang Xuan was in a dilemma and insisted on practicing, saying: "I can't do it without practicing. I feel like I'm about to transform again. The activity of my body's cells has surged. I want to take this rare opportunity to change my skills and lay the foundation for my future!"
"You will train yourself to death!" The ferryman was anxious. He also wanted to find a way to transfer the mark to Wang Xuan.
"Then please give me some advice, senior, and protect me. I'm going to get started!" Wang Xuan sat cross-legged on the bamboo boat.
The ferryman just wanted to slap him to death. He caused so many troubles and asked him to protect his way. He was really tired of it! But he did feel a little unable to do anything, because Wang Xuan really couldn't die now!
After reading the news, the floods are really terrible. I wish all book friends in Henan safe and safe travels.