The American Scripture

The secret of Tao? Will Sanshu leave a mystery to let himself guess? Zhen Fan walked over, took the yellow sheet of paper in Mia's hand, and looked at her questioningly: "Speak, what did you find?"

"Do you know where this paper shelf is?" Mia smiled a little, and was also a little proud. This was the first time she was ahead of Zhen Fan, so this was something to be proud of.

"Isn't the book "Tao Zang"? This is the treasure of Taoism in China, but it is not a secret book. It is sold in many places now." Said this, Zhen Fan suddenly brightened his eyes, "You just said Hidden in this book?" Then he sighed and shook his head.

"You guessed part of it." Mia smiled triumphantly, "I have carefully read the page of paper that was clamped in the book. There are also a few numbers on the paper. You will be interested, eighty-one. Two, five, four, seven, do you know what this means?"

"Come on, you can't lie to me. There are no such numbers in "Tao Zang" at all!" Zhen Fan is relatively familiar with "Dao Zang", and after a little thought, I know that there is no such a few numbers. Number.

"I know, but what if it was written by hand?" Mia smiled and took the book "Dao Zang" out of the study, and then raised it in her hand, "You must have overlooked something!"

Yes, Zhen Fan really overlooked something. He read "Dao Zang" relatively early. When he was a teenager, he basically read it well, but he just turned over the "Dao Zang" left by his third uncle casually and did not participate in the research carefully. If you overlook some details. This is also excusable.

"Show it to me!" Zhen Fan reached out to Mia, took the book Mia handed over, and then Mia turned to that page. Pointing to a line of extremely small numbers, said to Zhen Fan, "Look, it's them!"

It is a number written in a series of Chinese characters. Zhen Fan was not stunned, the characters were written very small, and there were some Chinese characters between them, because Mia had expressed them. If it is not marked, there is no idea that this is still a series of numbers.

"This can't be done accurately, there are still numbers on it. Why don't you connect them in series too!" Zhen Fan quickly discovered the problem. There are still several numbers here, why are they filtered out?

"I knew you would ask that, because of this!" Mia suddenly took out the yellow sheet and put the yellow sheet on the page of the book. Just enough to cover the entire text of the book. The text part happens to be square. Just like this book, square.

And this yellow paper is not a thicker one, on the contrary it looks like a low-quality product, and it is thin enough to show light in several places.

"Did you see it?" Mia said to Zhen Fan with a smile, "The light part!"

Yes, a few Chinese characters appeared on the light-transmitting parts that looked like poor quality, and they were numbers written in Chinese characters. These are the numbers that Mia said just now.

"This may be a coincidence!" Mr. Zhen Da didn't want to just admit defeat, he continued to raise his own questions. "And what do these numbers represent? Birthday? Password? Or some anniversary?"

Zhen Fan’s question really stumped Mia, so she spread her hands out blatantly, and smiled at Zhen Fan: "I solved the first half of the secret, so the rest is up to you! "

Zhen Fan was speechless, looked at Mia, and felt that this woman was no longer the only one she used to be. After becoming more and more familiar with herself, she became more like a partner, and even a close friend who could be reassuring. She shook her head and sighed when she thought of this, but Mia knew a lot about how to advance and retreat, knowing when to have a little temper in front of Zhen Fan, and when to behave like a **** little wife.

"Well, let's take a look at these sets of numbers, I hope it is a set of Super Lotto prize numbers, and then I will receive tens of millions of dollars and hundreds of millions of dollars." Zhen Fan laughed, and then faced Mia Said, "Go back to sleep, don't waste your time on this."

As Zhen Fan said, he walked into the bathroom by himself: “I’m tired all night today. It’s about to dawn. You will have to take an exam tomorrow. Although...you are very energetic, it’s better to get a good night’s sleep. , The time is up, I call you!"

Opening the bathroom door, Zhen Fan nestled in the bathtub, taking a warm bath very comfortably, but in his mind he couldn't help thinking about the numbers Mia said. Maybe it was really a secret? Why did his third uncle tell me not knowingly? Have to play this kind of brain game with yourself.

After thinking about it, he slept in the bathtub. When he woke up and put on his pajamas, Mia was no longer in the living room. Outside the window, there was a hint of blue and white, and it was about to dawn.

Zhen Fan returned to the room and slept for a while. When he got up, he felt much better, but a feeling of weakness gradually surged in his heart. Although he has exercised his physique to a level that ordinary people can hardly reach, he is a mortal body after all.

Sometimes you can use magic techniques and your own strong consciousness to resist some damage, and even do things that violate the laws of nature. It is not against the laws of nature, but uses the laws of nature to do something. But once he loses the protection of his magic skills and super consciousness ability, he is just a physically strong person.

Such a body can neither resist bullets and explosions, nor the power of nature. After all, I am not in the realm of the ascending physical body mentioned in Taoism, so I can't escape the birth, aging, sickness and death of this world. Even if I live a long, long time, there will always be a day of aging.

The third uncle is old and dead, Zhen Fan knows. After he and his master lived for a long time, they still couldn’t escape the shadow of death. This was caused by the gradual aging of their body functions. It wasn’t the death of a ghost or a disease that took life away. The cells of the body age one by one, and eventually lose their vitality.

Thinking of this, Zhen Fan even felt that his physical body was not as good as Mia's soul-condensed entity. But once Mia becomes a real human body, she will fall into the same dilemma as a real human being—the laws of nature, the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death.

However, if the entity condensed by the soul is not refined into an adult. But it is extremely easy to be disturbed by the forces of nature, and even a powerful thunder will make her body dissipate.

"Hey, cultivating the Tao, I still can't escape the natural way." Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly felt that he was still hiding such a restless demons. Hurry up and stop your mind to prevent this kind of thinking from overflowing, which is a big taboo for this cultivator. The demons are hard to overcome. Then they will go crazy and fall into the magic way.

Mia, as always, got up earlier than Zhen Fan. When Zhen Fan left the room, she had already set up breakfast. Waiting for Zhen Fan. Seeing Zhen Fan coming over, she just smiled slightly, which reminded Zhen Fan of the things she had told her to wake up last night, and smiled embarrassingly.

Mia didn't say anything. So we ate breakfast with Zhen Fan. Then go out. Zhen Fan decided to drive his Escalade, and the two went to Los Angeles together.

A tense atmosphere can be seen along the way. Along the way, police cars are constantly patrolling. There are more police officers on the streets. Police cars often roar past on the highway to Los Angeles. At the entrance to Los Angeles, Zhen Fan's car was still blocked.

"Driver's license!" The policeman gestured towards Zhen Fan expressionlessly.

"Didn't you have caught the people who exploded?" Zhen Fan handed over his driver's license while chatting with the police. "We watched the news last night. There was such a big noise, but thank God. It was finally exempted. Troubles."

"Of course, but in order to prevent similar incidents from happening. We must conduct a strict interrogation. Okay, man, you can go!" The police waved to Zhen Fan and motioned him to move forward.

"You did a big thing yesterday?" Mia looked at him with a smile, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No, I just asked the Middle Easterner where his accomplices are. Now it seems..." Zhen Fan stopped for a while, then looked at the police cars outside very seriously, "The Middle Easterner told me. Yes, so yesterday there was a gun battle in a villa in Los Angeles. Four terrorists were forced to die. That's it!"

"You are such a good person!" Mia said, she didn't know if it was praise or derogation, maybe it was a neutral term. Anyway, Zhen Fan doesn't care about the label of this good person.

The car stopped on the parking lane of the Meriette Hotel on Rodeo Drive. Mia got off the car and looked at Zhen Fan: "I can take a taxi back!" This means to tell Zhen Fan that you don't have to wait here. By myself.

"It's okay, I'll go around and go back together when finished!" Zhen Fan rejected Mia's intimate suggestion.

Mia smiled, turned around and went into the hotel. It is estimated that it will be more than four o'clock in the afternoon after the exam. Zhen Fan looked at his watch. It was only nine o'clock in the morning and there was nothing to do. You can't just wander around. There are a lot of police officers on the street. Turning around shows a tense atmosphere, meaningless.

After thinking about it, I still wander around. This turn involuntarily went to the place where the explosion happened yesterday. The explosion area has been cleaned up. But there were more flowers on the ground, and some lighted candles. Several people squatted on the ground, whispering something in their mouths. Then someone draws a cross on his chest.

"God bless you, my baby!" A woman kissed the ground with tears on her face, and she was holding a photo of a five or six year old girl in her hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You can see from the photo. The little girl is very cute.

Two other people hugged each other silently, kneeling on the ground, fiddling with the flowers in their hands. In this way, they mourned the relatives, friends, children, and even the unknown people who lost their lives here.

Suddenly a low but melodious saxophone came over. A wandering street artist was playing this sad piece of music. The long and trembling voice made Zhen Fan feel somewhat complacent after helping f to solve the case. It becomes low.

"What is Tao?" Such a thought suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"What is life and death?"

Zhen Fan suddenly felt that he was ignoring something, is his personal cultivation Taoist? Or is it just a trail? So what is the avenue?

The saxophone was still playing, which made Zhen Fan's mood a little depressed. Looking from a distance, the candles swaying in the wind, the people kissing the photos, the people hugging and praying, turned out to be like a frozen picture, staying in front of Zhen Fan for a long time... (To be continued,!