The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

“Young man, since you are not a disciple of the Three Truths, you can draw your Penglai magic talisman.”

Hai Shan glanced at the three Zhen people beside him, then slowly shook his head at Zhao Yan: "No."

Zhao Yan smiled slightly.

I assumed it was just a boy throwing a tantrum and was about to offer some words of advice.

But all that could be seen was Hai Shan's body surging with magical power.

Zhao Yan's expression changed drastically, "A natal divine ability?!"

Hai Shan's body surged with magical power, and the wind he generated made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

In the eye of the wind, the boy with heterochromia frowned:

"I think Haishan is right."

"I am destined to be with the Three Truths."

[His innate divine power was based on the ancient Chinese map of mountains and seas!]

A thought slowly arose in the young master of Penglai:

Is it possible that I am actually Sanzhen Haishan?

As soon as the thought arose, the magical aura emanating from Hai Shan's body suddenly changed, entering a mysterious and profound state.

Looking at the talisman in Zhao Yan's hand, Hai Shan muttered to himself,

"I see."

Zhao Yan was dumbfounded; he had sensed it.

Within that boy's body, a kind of ancient acupoint structure, not belonging to Penglai, was taking shape.

It wasn't a forced transformation, but rather it grew out naturally.

Moreover, his level of mastery in this practice was perhaps the highest in the entire venue?

"Three True Treasures?!!!"

Zhao Yan looked on in disbelief, and Jiang Mingzi exclaimed that it was outrageous.

Hai Shan picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

It was written in one stroke.

The brushstrokes are sharp and decisive, as if drawing a picture that has been drawn a thousand times before.

Hai Shan looked down at the talisman in his hand, his heterochromatic eyes curving slightly, and a smug smile playing on his lips:

"Let's call it the Three Truths Rejuvenating Talisman."

As he spoke, he handed the talisman in his hand to Zhao Yan:

"Teacher, please tell me how my drawing is?"

Zhao Yan took the talisman in disbelief, his wooden hands trembling slightly.

He looked at it over and over again several times, and then closed his eyes to carefully sense the fluctuations of magical power.

Then he opened his eyes, his voice trembling:

"This...this...although it only has about 80% of the original efficacy..."

"But it actually works?"

His gaze was fixed on Haishan, as if he wanted to see right through the boy.

This is not imitation.

This is true "manufacturing".

A disciple of Penglai used the Three Truths Borrowing Treasures Method to draw the magic talisman of Wangchuan Academy.

After finishing drawing the talisman, Hai Shan also exited that mysterious state.

Zhao Yan looked at the boy and sighed with some regret:

"Is it just an incomplete supernatural power after all?"

He raised his head and looked at Hai Shan: "Brother Penglai, can you still turn back into what you were just now?"

Hai Shan shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"No. It seems... we'll have to wait a few hours."

Zhao Yan sighed, and the puppet's shoulders slumped slightly:

"That's true, after all, it's still an incomplete innate divine power."

He thought for a moment and suggested:

"If you were to use the Three Truths Borrowing Treasures Technique to carefully study the divine power pattern, you might be able to..."

"Perhaps it doesn't need to be that complicated."

Hai Shan shook his head, interrupting him.

Before the words were even finished, everyone felt the air around them tremble once more.

The magical energy fluctuations that had just subsided surged again, more intensely and violently than before.

Hai Shan raised his head and looked at Zhao Yan:

"Haishan felt..."

He tilted his head slightly, carefully examining the Supreme Being of the Thousand-Year-Old River of Oblivion, lost in thought:

"I have a connection with the River of Oblivion."

Zhao Yan: "???"

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I've been writing a lot lately. I was only eleven days behind others in my recommendation, but now my word count is almost catching up with theirs. (crying) (crying)

If you don't read it, it will be removed from the new book list early because it has too many words.

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I really like this book.

The story of "The Sun and the Moon Are Wrong Together" is the most enjoyable fanfiction I've ever written.

Well, as you can all see, the upcoming plot is going to take a turn towards northern Shaanxi.

The struggle for the 10,000-line loom in northern Shaanxi is a major chapter I created.

After all, the only regret in the original work is that it only described two trials.

In 1906 year

In Jiang Mingzi's third trial, Hui Zai, who had mastered the magic talisman, and Hai Shan, who had begun to awaken supernatural powers, displayed their initial might.

The protagonist captures new Pokémon, and the phantom of the Loom of Magic also appears in the past.

The Jintai Pear Garden, whose entire family was wiped out by Jiang Mingzi a thousand years ago, has been revived.

The group will have their first direct conflict with the Nine Realms Gate.

Hordes of corpses, yellow sand, and the past.

In 2020, the supernaturally powerful Hai Shan, who had claimed ancestry, spun the top that dominated the entire supernatural world.

Then the Wanye Team officially made their debut.

Hai Shan single-handedly took on a whole group of enemies, and I'll also explain why the protagonist Gao Haoguang wasn't there, among other plot holes.

The new force "Jintai Liyuan" has arrived, and I plan to create a school that blends Taoism, Qinqiang opera, and Shaanxi storytelling.

There's just one small problem: I'm not from Shaanxi, and I've never been to the Loess Plateau.

I'm a little unsure if I can write this well; I've only ever heard the phrase "Yellow Wind Ridge, eight hundred li" when I was playing with black monkeys.

Are there any people from Shaanxi, old Qin people, who know Shaanbei storytelling or something similar, who can discuss the plot with me?

Chapter 39: Does the World of Supernatural Powers No Longer Exist?

Zhao Yan stared at the orthodox Wangchuan Rejuvenation Talisman in his hand, his head buzzing.

As the supreme ruler of the River of Oblivion, what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

But I've never seen anything like this before.

Zhao Yan's gaze swept back and forth between Hai Shan and the Rejuvenation Talisman.

What do you mean by using supernatural powers to reverse-engineer the talisman?

"Teacher, what's wrong? Is it not allowed?"

Hai Shan looked bewildered, his heterochromatic eyes full of innocence: "I don't think it said I couldn't use it like this, right?"

Zhao Yan rubbed his temples, his wooden fingers tapping softly on his forehead.

"It's not that it's impossible."

He glanced at Bai Xiaoxiao in the crowd, then looked at Haishan in front of him.

That little girl was supposed to be my successor from the River of Oblivion.

Zhao Yan looked at the boy with heterochromatic eyes in front of him, but now it seemed that this little guy was more suitable?

But why can't I have both?