The blindfold was taken off Zhan Zhitong's face. This was a small, dark wooden room with wooden tables and chairs on the opposite side, a wall behind it, and a flap above the wooden case.
"Master Zhan, please sit down here for now. My husband will be here shortly." The person next to him who brought him in said in a deep voice.
Zhan Zhitong didn't ask any questions. He took two steps forward and sat down on the chair.
It's just that after more than two months, his image is completely different from before. His eye sockets are sunken, there is stubble on his chin that has not been trimmed for a long time, and his originally handsome face is full of vicissitudes of life.
Although Duke Zhan took most of the blame this time, due to Qiu Xueling's exposure, his secret study of Zhang Yu's knowledge was exposed. Although the capital did not take the father and son into custody in the end, they were fined a large amount.
Huge property.
He sold his house and antiques to barely scrape together the money.
Now he can only go around helping people to communicate with the indigenous people and do business. This was something he would have dismissed in the past, but now he has to do it in order to make a living.
But even so, when some Tianxia people learned that he was the mediator of communication, they expressed their rejection clearly, saying that they did not believe in his character and were afraid that he would tamper with it.
He couldn't refute and left silently every time.
However, because of these experiences, he came into contact with many low-level people in Ruiguang City and saw many things that he could not see before.
Just as he was sitting there silently, a muffled voice suddenly came from the opposite side, saying: "Master Zhan."
Zhan Zhitong looked up and saw that there was still the wall in front of him. The person on the other side was probably hiding behind and talking to him. He asked, "What do you need to translate?"
The cover on the wall was opened, and a bark book was brought out. The person inside said: "Please translate the text on this."
Zhan Zhitong leaned forward, took the bark book, and turned it over carefully. But after a while, his hand paused slightly, and then he turned over it as if nothing had happened.
He remembered very clearly that there were some sentences and words in it that he had translated before, but the person last time specially extracted them, and there were only a dozen sentences, and he was not allowed to see this book.
The man behind the wall had been waiting. Seeing that he remained silent, he asked: "How is it? Can you translate it?"
Comrade Zhan Zhi said: "Okay, I need pen and paper."
The man ordered: "Quickly, give it to him."
Someone immediately handed over the paper and pen that had been prepared in advance.
After Zhan Zhitong took it, he translated it word for word. Sometimes he would stop and think for a moment, then continue.
It took him nearly a summer before he stopped, pushed the bark book and the written paper forward, and said, "That's it."
After covering the board, he stretched out a hand and took back the books and papers. After a while, the man said: "Master Zhan, is this accurate?"
Zhan Zhitong replied: "I can guarantee that it is closest to the original intention."
The man said: "Very good, as long as your translation is accurate, we will come back to you next time. Chi... cough, give him the money."
The man from before came over and dropped a small bag of gold coins on the case.
Zhan Zhitong glanced at it, took the gold yuan, and then was blindfolded like Tathagata and pushed into a carriage.
The carriage was moving steadily. After an unknown amount of time, it finally stopped. There was a voice in his ear: "Master Zhan, get off the carriage."
However, he was taken down. Someone stood behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. He waited until the carriage was far away before letting go of his hand.
After a while, Zhan Zhitong reached out and pulled off his blindfold. This was a remote street corner in the west of the city, not far from where he lives now. The other party obviously knew that he lived there. This might be a warning.
After he returned home, he first fed the bedridden Mr. Zhan some rice porridge, poured a basin of water, turned him over and wiped him, and then came out and walked into a small room full of books.
These books are the only things in Zhan's house that have not been sold.
He sat down here, took a pen and paper and wrote carefully. Not long after, he had written down all the contents of the bark technique intact.
In fact, the book looked thick, with only more than 3,000 words. For someone with an excellent memory like him, he had memorized it all after reading it twice.
It records in detail how to communicate with a strange god named the God of Balance, including how to sacrifice and how to find a clone for him to rely on. And on the last page, there is also how to use the power of sacrifice to grow.
Oneself, and then obtain extraordinary power.
However, he estimated that the original owner of the book could not understand the last page, because it was entirely written in a very rare "Gairu script". In the Duhu Mansion, only Qiu Xueling and he could translate it.
No... maybe there's another one.
He looked at this piece of paper. How could the other party show such an important thing to him with such confidence?
He looked at the small bag of gold coins on the table again, and suddenly laughed to himself, because he thought that the reason why the other party believed in him was precisely because he had a bad reputation and was a person who valued interests more than his moral character.
Now he only needs to go through certain sacrificial rituals, and maybe he can gain extraordinary power and get rid of the embarrassment and misery he has been experiencing these days.
He looked at the paper for a long time, finally picked it up and put it in his pocket, then opened the door and went out.
After Zhang Yu came back from Xuan Mansion, because there was basically nothing going on in the official office, and the traitors were all identified together last time, he had been accumulating divine energy in his residence for the past few days to use it to observe and read the truth.
The mark of the fetus.
This seal requires continuous investment of divine energy in order to gradually grow the small seals attached to the other main seals.
The Xuanfu taught him two more seals this time, and they were still the seals on the "mind and body" seals used for fighting. As for the secret seals that Fan Lan said, there is no news yet.
He was not in a hurry to watch and read. One or two seals would not be of much help to him now, so he might as well focus all his energy on the Seal of the True Embryo.
On this day, when he came out from meditating, Li Qinghe came up to him, presented a letter with both hands, and said: "Sir, this is a letter sent from outside the palace."
Zhang Yu took it and opened it, took out the letter paper and took a look, only to find that it was written in an indigenous language, with several obvious ritual expressions attached to it. His heart moved, he thought about it, and said: "
I'll go out for a while."
He took the Xia Sword, put on his cloak, walked out of the academy, got on the carriage, and headed straight to the southwest of Ruiguang City.
The southwest of the city is close to the port, and there are many night markets and underground gambling houses here. However, it is still around noon, and it seems to be relatively quiet. Following the instructions in the letter, he stopped the carriage at a street intersection and walked into an alley.
and stopped in front of a rather dilapidated-looking courtyard gate.
He lifted back his hood, reached out and knocked on the door.
After a while, footsteps came and the door creaked open. Zhan Zhitong appeared behind the door. He looked at Zhang Yu, stepped aside and said, "If you don't mind, please come in."
Zhang Yu walked in. This was a front yard overgrown with weeds. There was a chicken coop in the corner, and mosquitoes and flies flew by from time to time.
Zhan Zhitong looked outside, closed the door, and said, "Please come this way." He led Zhang Yu to a small room next to him, and handed him a stack of paper he had prepared in advance, "I think this thing is useful to you."
The government is useful."
Zhang Yu took it over, turned it over, and said: "God of Balance..." He originally thought that this matter had come to an end, but he didn't expect to be involved with this supernatural god again so soon. He raised his head and said: "Zhan Shaolang
, have you read the original book of sacrifice?”
Comrade Zhan Zhi said: "Yes."
Zhang Yu suddenly thought, this is an important clue.
Every original book used for sacrifice is very important to the gods. If it can be found, it is even possible to directly summon the God of Scales to a pre-arranged place and then destroy it.
He said: "Zhan Shaolang, where did these things come from?"
Zhan Zhitong recounted what he had encountered before, and added: "Although this man has never met me, he changed his clothes before he came out with his entourage, but he looks like a merchant."
"By the way, that follower should be a close confidant. There is a word 'wisdom' in his name. I don't know if it's a surname or a given name."
He turned around again, took out a small bag of gold coins from the cabinet, and handed it to Zhang Yu, "They gave this to me. I know that Xuanfu has many incredible methods. You may be able to find clues through this.
"
Zhang Yu reached out and took it. For Xuan Xiu, such clues were actually enough. He said: "This matter is very important, Zhan Shaolang, do you want me to report your name?"
Zhan Zhitong shook his head and said, "I just want to live quietly now."
Zhang Yu nodded, put away his things, stood up, and said: "You have no intention of holding a ceremony to obtain extraordinary power. This choice is correct."
Zhan Zhitong looked up and said, "Is it a lie?"
Zhang Yu said calmly: "This is the sacrifice method of the God of the Scales. When something is placed on one end of the scale, an equal amount must be placed on the other end. You will gain strength, but the price you have to pay will make you lose your ability again."
There is no turning back.”
Zhan Zhitong looked at him and said seriously: "I may have done many wrong things in the past, but as a Tianxia person, I will never gain strength by praying to supernatural gods."
Zhang Yu glanced at him and nodded. He stretched out his hands, put on his hat, and walked out with Xia Jian in hand.
He left the small courtyard and walked out of the alley. It was almost evening, and the sky was filled with clouds that were burning like fire. He could see that the market in front of him was gradually becoming more lively, and there were bursts of scorching heat.
The fragrance wafts in the wind.
When he was about to get on the carriage, he suddenly tightened the Xia Jian in his hand and glanced in a certain direction as if he was aware of it.