Ning Zhuo quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "Brother Zheng."

"Why be so polite!" Zheng Jian grabbed Ning Zhuo's arm and stopped him from continuing to salute. "Let's go to the second floor."

Behind her, Ning Xiaohui slowly walked down, stepping on the servant's back.

Seeing Zheng Jian pulling Ning Zhuo and ignoring her, a layer of frost covered her face.

Ever since the last successful exploration of the Immortal Palace, Ning Zhuo has fully demonstrated his worth among the top leaders of the three families, and his status has risen rapidly.

In order to better win over Ning Zhuo, Ning Xiaoren quickly fabricated evidence and framed Ning Ze.

You know, Ning Ze has been under Ning Xiaoren's command for many years. Even if he has no merits, he has worked hard.

Ning Xiaoren's behavior made Ning Zhuo secretly ashamed and wary.

Ning Zhuo and Zheng Jian walked arm in arm into a garden.

On the gate plaque of the garden are engraved three big characters: Salesian Garden.

There were many people in the Salesian Kindergarten, talking to each other and discussing the name Li Leifeng.

Li Leifeng finally passed away. According to his will, the Charity Garden prepared a legacy meeting for him, at which all of Li Leifeng's belongings would be donated.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Li would pass away after all. When I was a child, I grew up watching Mr. Li's puppet shows." Zheng Jian sighed.

Ning Zhuo also sighed: "Mr. Li is a respectable person. Since he took charge of the Salesian Garden, I don't know how many orphans and street children he has saved."

Zheng Jian patted Ning Zhuo on the back and said, "Mr. Li had a happy death, and died of old age! Just look at how many people came today, and you can see how famous Mr. Li was. His life was definitely worth it!"

Ning Zhuo nodded slightly and said no more.

The vast majority of people gathered in a five-story pavilion.

The legacy meeting was held here.

Ning Zhuo and others also entered the building.

The pavilion is in the shape of a Chinese character “回”.

Climbing the stairs and arriving at the private room on the second floor, Ning Zhuo met the Zhou brothers.

"Come, sit down."

“The food served at the Salesian Garden this time still has the same old taste and brings back memories.”

"Yes, I still remember that when I was a kid, I loved watching puppet shows. The private room opposite was where I often went."

“When I was a kid, I loved to lean over the railings and watch the show.”

Ning Zhuo remained silent, his eyes falling on the corner of the lobby.

When he was a child, he would always sneak in when the ticket inspector wasn't paying attention. He would hide in the corner or behind a pillar, not only to watch the show, but sometimes he would also pick up some cakes or fruits left by the guests when the show was over and the garden had not been cleaned up.

Although Ning Zhuo is smart at an early age, he is also playful.

His uncle and aunt treated him harshly. Many times, they would rather eat snacks in front of him than give him a single piece of sweet fruit.

Ning Zhuo was also greedy when he was a child.

I remember one time when he was caught and was feeling very anxious, Li Leifeng came to him, stroked his head, held his hand, took him backstage, and gave him the clean cakes and fruits that Li Leifeng had not touched.

The people coming in and out around were not surprised at all when they saw this scene, and they also cast friendly glances at Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo can no longer remember the specific circumstances.

In his impression, the whole experience was wrapped in a layer of gentle time, so that every time he recalled it, a gentle warmth would arise in his heart.

That's why, when Li Leifeng passed away, almost everyone in the city came to mourn. The monks who participated in this legacy meeting were basically well-known figures.

"After Li Leifeng's death, I wonder what will happen to the Salesian Garden?"

"It is said that the next director has not yet been finalized."

"I know the reason. Li Leifeng asked Zhu Xuanji to let the detective find a successor."

Zheng Jian and Zhou Zeshen communicated with each other and casually revealed valuable information.

Ning Zhuo kept it in mind secretly.

"By the way, how is your soul recuperating?"

"I'm almost healed."

"I'm pretty much the same."

"When will we explore the Lava Fairy Palace again?"

When asking this question, everyone's eyes subconsciously glanced at Ning Zhuo.

Last time, it was Ning Zhuo's performance that led to a qualitative breakthrough.

Ning Zhuo didn't want to do that. He had already obtained the martial arts method and had been practicing hard all day long recently.

Of course, the Five Elements Qi Law and the Devil Blood-stained Tendon Technique could not be cultivated. When the fourth to sixth levels of the skills were put into practice, the aura was quite different from the first three levels.

But the Mirror Table Spiritual Communication Technique can be practiced.

All the movements would be suppressed and completely contained by the treasure seal. This made Ning Zhuo often dazed, but he was actually practicing the spiritual cultivation method in secret.

Ning Zhuo said: "I can't think of any solution for now. If we continue to explore the Fairy Palace, we will probably repeat the same mistake and fall into that dark trap again."

Zheng Jian and others' hearts trembled.

The last time they fell into the trap, they were unable to live or die. They could not hear, see or touch anything. They endured the hardship until their soul power reached the limit and they were finally sent out of the Fairy Palace.

This nightmarish experience made them never want to go through it again.

"Have you not come up with any good ideas during this period of time?" Zheng Jian said.

Ning Zhuo shook his head.

Zhou Zhu sighed.

Zhou Zeshen boosted morale: "I'm almost at the peak of the third level. When I'm there, we'll set out together and explore the Lava Palace again."

Everyone nodded and reached an agreement.

At this time, the legacy meeting officially began.

Whoever is chosen can take it directly, and that is called donation.

After some lower-level monks received it, they couldn't help but feel happy, feeling that they had gained a lot.

Some families or powerful monks also took some, usually insignificant things, and often gave back a large amount of spiritual stones or supplies to the Charity Garden.

Zhou Zeshen suddenly let out a light exclamation, stretched out his hand and grabbed, forming an invisible force, picked up a piece of mechanical wooden board, and flew to the second floor.

He took it, looked at it, played with it for a while, and laughed, "It is this indeed."

"I remember when I was a child, my father brought me here and I cried non-stop. Mr. Li took out this toy to cheer me up."

"This mechanical toy is very complicated. We need to piece together every variation to get a little bit of information."

"Ultimately, piecing together this information can form a fairy tale."

As he spoke, Zhou Zeshen handed the mechanical toy to Zheng Jian beside him.

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Zheng Jian played with it for a while, lost interest, and passed it to someone else.

Zhou Zhu took it and asked curiously: "Did you finally get the legend?"

"Of course." Zhou Zeshen said, "This took an entire summer. The legends of immortals and gods I obtained are only a part of it. I am so angry."

"But I still copied down this story, wrote it on a jade slip, and carry it with me at all times."

"Because of this experience, I have gained a lot of patience. Whenever I feel impatient, I will take out this jade slip, rub it a few times, and I can quickly adjust my mood."

As he spoke, Zhou Zeshen took out the jade slip again and showed it to everyone in turn.

Ning Zhuo played with the mechanical wooden board and read the story jade slip.

Such a legend of immortals and gods is recorded in the jade slip.

According to legend, a holy immortal master was crossing the void and became tired.

He took out the mixed cloth bag, held the bag mouth, and prepared to shake it fifty times. After shaking it forty-nine times, he was too tired to continue, so he opened the bag mouth and spit out a world of mechanisms.

In the world of machinery, the sky and the earth go up and down, the water and the soil are mixed, and fireworks are everywhere.

The Holy Immortal Master then took out the head of the Five Elements Staff and threw it into the world of mechanisms, allowing the Five Elements to circulate. The sky was above, the earth was below, the oceans were scattered, the rivers were crisscrossed, and everything was in order.

The Supreme Immortal Master entered the world of mechanical devices and began to rest. In order to have someone to serve him, he used three thousand strings and swung them three times.

For the first time, the string was thrown onto the fairy spirit and a fairy doll was created.

The second time, the string was thrown onto the evil spirit, forming a magic puppet.

The third time, the string landed on the spirit and the idol was obtained.

The three couples serve the most holy immortal master with meticulous care.

The Holy Immortal Master had rested enough and continued on his journey. Before leaving the world of mechanisms, he was begged by the three guys.

All three wanted to follow the Holy Immortal Master.

But the Holy Immortal Master told them that it was not that he was unwilling, but that the three of them could not do it.

Taking the three couples away by force will only lead to their demise.

Sanou didn't believe it.

The Holy Immortal Master then instructed them: Look at the lines on your bodies.

The three were in a trance.

The fairy doll saw the strings on her body, which were ideals, wisdom, freedom, betrayal...

The puppet saw the strings on his body, which were power, chaos, love...

The idol saw the strings on his body, which were reason, order, and fairness...

In an instant, Ning Zhuo's heart was touched! He suddenly thought of himself.

He thought of the history books he had read, the various characters in those history books, the countless times he had tried to guess these characters' thoughts, and the choices they made at critical moments.

As he grew older, he gradually discovered that no matter how strong or weak these people were, they all had traces to follow!

He thought of Yuan Dasheng.

Although Yuan Dasheng was powerful, he had a string of loyalty above his head. Wasn't it because he had grasped this string that Ning Zhuo was able to plot against him?

He thought of his uncle Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren, who also had strings attached to them.

He thought of Han Ming. Even the devil cultivators have the string of greed.

"As long as I grasp these lines, I can control them like a mechanism. Isn't that right?"

"So……"

"Are there any strings on my body?"

When he thought of this, Ning Zhuo felt a chill down his spine for no reason! He slowly raised his head.

Slowly raise your head.

In a trance, he saw it.

He saw a huge, almost completely transparent string. That was - a life hanging by a thread! At this moment, the illusion lotus seeds in the sea of ​​​​gods quietly sprouted.

Lava Fairy Palace.

The dragon turtle fire spirit was awakened from its deep sleep. It pressed its chest, feeling puzzled by an inexplicable feeling of fear.

The life hanging by a thread disappeared from Ning Zhuo's sight, never to be seen again.

Ning Zhuo lowered his head, expressionless.

"It's a very interesting little story." Ning Zhuo smiled and returned the jade slip to Zhou Zeshen.

"It's quite charming." Zhou Zeshen took the jade slip and casually agreed.

He would never have expected that his casual action would bring Ning Zhuo such a huge opportunity! (End of this chapter)