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

Duan Xinglian asked in disbelief, "Ancestor Haoguang?"

How could this be related to the long-lost Master Haoguang?

Hai Shan nodded, put a piece of crab meat into his mouth, chewed slowly, and then slowly opened his mouth:

The last time we met was more than 20 years ago.

At that time, Haoguang took away the Ten Thousand Paths Weaving Loom.

"Because he has to fight another person in time."

The two of them: "Huh?"

To fight another person in time?

Seeing the bewildered expressions on their faces, Hai Shan wiped his hands:

"This is related to his innate supernatural power."

"His goal is to capture some existence in the future."

Under their frozen gazes, Hai Shan broke open another crab:

"Whether it succeeds or fails, the Wandao Weaving Machine will arrive in northern Shaanxi on December 9, 2020."

"That is, three months from now."

"We agreed that his last batch of talismans would not be printed completely, to prevent any accidents."

As he spoke, Hai Shan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his voice:

"I just don't know how others found out about this."

This news should only be known to him, Gao Haoguang, and his senior brother.

Why is it that now most of the supernatural world is talking about it?

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing suddenly realized.

No wonder there was no news of Master Haoguang; it turns out he didn't even exist in this time period.

Hai Shan sighed, a hint of worry flashing in his heterochromatic eyes:

"But to be honest, although I can't interfere in their confrontation."

"But I could tell that Haoguang was having a hard time."

Zhou Liuqing's brows were furrowed tightly, her voice filled with disbelief:

"How...how could this be?"

"Didn't Patriarch Haoguang possess the most powerful causal supernatural ability in history?"

Hai Shan nodded:

"Yes, that's right. He even has a 10,000-thread weaving machine."

His voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes narrowed:

"Even so, he fought against his opponent for more than 20 years, and his fate remains unknown."

Rather, it's more accurate to say...

He paused, his tone carrying a heavy respect:

"Fortunately, he was able to fight against his opponent for more than 20 years."

Everyone looked at each other.

The man, once known as the ultimate magic talisman, fought his opponent for so long, wielding his most favored magical weapon.

They didn't even know if he was alive or dead?

Duan Xinglian frowned: "That Dharma Corpse is actually this outrageous?"

Hai Shan nodded and tossed the crab shell aside.

"That's normal."

"Because a part of that corpse is the ancestor of my Three Truths."

The two were struck dumb, and Zhou Liuqing's voice even changed tone:

"My Three True Ancestors?"

Hai Shan nodded, then put a finger to his lips:

"I can't say more."

The two of them gasped.

The disappearance of Patriarch Haoguang is actually related to the Patriarch who turned into a Dharma corpse among the Three True Ones?

This is truly a shocking secret.

The two felt as if they were on the sea.

What appears to be a calm and peaceful future is actually fraught with countless hidden undercurrents.

After finishing his crab meal, Hai Shan patted his belly contentedly.

He looked up at the two nervous-looking juniors opposite him and smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, don't worry, things are quite simple."

"You just need to seize the Ten Thousand Threads Weaving Machine."

Hai Shan narrowed his eyes, a confident smile curving his lips:

"As long as I seize it, I can use the supernatural power of our Three True Ancestors [Chang Shimingzi] to trace back to the past."

We found out about Haoguang's situation.

"Or even help him out."

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing suddenly felt immense pressure.

Hai Shan smiled slightly as he looked at their expressions:

"It's okay if you can't get it."

He proudly patted his chest:

"I'm pretty awesome in this industry."

"I'll just take it from them."

That calm, confident demeanor, as if unafraid of anything, infected those around him.

The three put aside their worries and began to enjoy their meal.

"Mmm, this fish is delicious!"

"Aunt Bai, save some for me!"

"Don't fight, don't fight, half for each of us!"

"Senior sister, am I not eating anymore?"

Chopsticks flew, bowls and plates clattered, laughter mingled with the sound of waves, filling the entire room.

Hai Shan leaned back on the sofa, watching everyone laughing and joking, and was momentarily lost in thought.

The last time I felt this relaxed was more than 20 years ago.

Back then, Bai Xiaoxiao didn't have so much white hair, Haoguang was still around, and the eldest brother hadn't...

He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his mind.

Thinking of his dear friend whom he hadn't seen in a long time, Hai Shan's gaze drifted into the distance, looking out the window.

His gaze fell on the vast sea outside the window. Where the sea and sky met, a hazy line of light made it impossible to tell whether it was sunrise or sunset.

"Haoguang, you have to win."

He took out a small, pure black book from his sleeve.

The edges of the pages are slightly yellowed, indicating that it has been around for quite some time.

Hai Shan opened the book to the title page, looked at the handwriting, and sighed:

"My senior brother and I have both finished. Now it's up to you to win."

"We've succeeded."

On the black Book of Life and Death, the first blood-red character is slowly taking shape.

Ten thousand……

Hai Shan stared at that word for a moment, then gently closed the book.

at the same time.

1906 AD.

Two figures trekked through mountains and rivers, walking on a muddy mountain path.

"Sister Miao, why is the Third Dharma Palace of the Three Truths so remote?"

The girl in green wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at her master, and spoke with a hint of complaint in her voice.

"And are there really people here who can help us?"

Jin Miao sighed, but didn't stop walking:

"How would I know?"

“Our great Master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion specifically called us over, and even insisted that we come today.”

She paused, her tone carrying an ambiguous meaning:

"The owner of the museum never does anything meaningless."

(Jin Miao and Hu Dasheng)

Hu Dasheng squinted as he looked at the arched mountain peak in the distance: