Chapter 170 Fishing on the Golden List



He stood here for a moment, and didn't want to delay any longer, so he walked towards the blue lake. On the way, he felt that the moon in the night sky was particularly large, and that the changes in himself were a little strange.

call!

A pair of white wings appeared behind him, constructed with energy runes. He had an urge to fly to the moon!

Then, a pair of golden wings appeared behind him, which still made him have a strong desire to fly and get closer to the moon.

The situation is quite wrong. Is it because I didn't eat the demon fruit that I became a god this time? That's not right either!

Even a deified being wouldn't think of flying to the moon, so why would he have such an impulse? Wang Xuan was puzzled.

The moon is particularly sacred. It is a little different tonight, and the light that shines down is much richer.

In a trance, he seemed to see a palace on the moon and human figures swaying, but this should be impossible. How could he see it when they were so far away?

The waves were rising and falling, and a golden bamboo boat was coming at high speed on the blue sea.

The ferryman was stunned. He saw the boy again. He had run in three times in a few days and was still alive and well. Did he really think this was his backyard?

"It's okay, take your time. Just take it slow first. After a few more times, you will get used to it."

Wang Xuan jumped onto the bamboo boat and became more and more familiar. After sitting on the boat this time, he directly poured himself a cup of Dixianquan and asked the ferryman if he wanted another cup.

"No!" the ferryman refused.

"Senior, I saw a gold nugget. What's going on?" Wang Xuan went straight to the point and asked directly.

"You can see it? A mortal can leave his name on it?!" The ferryman was a little surprised.

Obviously, he knew about this thing, but had never mentioned it before.

“All those involved there are above the extraordinary level. They all have their own unique qualities, but to leave their names on the Sun’s Golden List, you are not yet extraordinary…” the ferryman sighed.

"It's because I'm not extraordinary but was able to come in three times that I was admitted?" Wang Xuan guessed.

"What's your ranking?" the ferryman asked him.

"The bottom line describes me."

"Last one, that's understandable." The ferryman nodded.

"I would like to ask, who carved it on the golden lump of the sun, and what is its meaning?" Wang Xuan asked.

The ferryman shook his head and said, "I don't know. From ancient times to the present, there have been quite a few people who have entered the Eight Great Death Places, but not many have been included in the Golden List."

"Today's moon is also special. It's exceptionally big and it feels like it's about to fall into the sea." Wang Xuan said. He felt that everything was strange tonight.

The ferryman's heart skipped a beat, he raised his head suddenly, then looked at Wang Xuan, and said to himself: "Are you so special? Has something happened to you recently?"

"No!" Wang Xuan denied it directly, and finally added: "I ate some extraordinary meat and drank some earth fairy spring."

He would never tell anyone about the treasure that all the immortals were fighting for and the fact that it was invested in his inner land. If the news leaked out, all the curtains would close in on him.

Next time he opens the inner scene, he will definitely study the words engraved on the treasure carefully. He is looking forward to whether it is the secret method coveted by the immortals or some other secret.

"Something fell from the moon!" Wang Xuan was surprised. Tonight was indeed full of accidents!

The pure white light sprinkled down like a rain of light from a fairy, pouring down onto the sea. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a treasure had fallen.

"A scroll of scriptures?!" Wang Xuan was stunned. Did this fall from the moon?

"Sure enough, it really came. You have entered the realm of death three times with your mortal body and have been engraved on the Sun's Golden List. This means you are looked at differently." The ferryman sighed.

"Senior, haven't you ever been on this dying moon?" Wang Xuan asked suspiciously.

"I've never been up there, but I've seen some strange things happen there," said the ferryman.

The scripture fell before his eyes, emitting a hazy rain of light, and hung above the bamboo boat.

Wang Xuan felt something was wrong. There was a crystal clear silk thread attached to the scripture. Why did it look like fishing line? !

He went to look at the silk thread on the ferryman's fishing rod, and was surprised to find that the line hanging from the moon was tougher and more unusual than the ferryman's fishing line. It was covered with tiny runes and seemed to have the breath of the Great Dao!

He looked at the cover of the scripture. There were some scrawled characters on it that he didn't recognize at all. But soon a spiritual imprint emerged, allowing him to understand the meaning of the characters: The Six-foot-tall Golden Body Technique.

Wang Xuan was moved. He practiced the Golden Body Technique, but now a book that was suspected to be a Buddhist body-building secret book fell to the ground. It was really shocking.

It is impossible to say that he is not tempted, but when he thinks about the fact that at the end of Buddhist practice, he will be burned to death by fire, he loses interest.

Wang Xuan asked, "Senior, has this happened before? What happened to the person who took the scripture?"

"Following this line, it seems like we have reached the moon," the ferryman said uncertainly.

"Is this the moon landing? Why do I feel like it was caught?" Wang Xuan seriously doubted it. Isn't this just a fishing line? With the bait attached, if there were more golden hooks, it would be worthy of the name.

"I really don't know the situation on the moon." The ferryman shook his head.

"The Land of the Dead is one of the most ancient secret roads, which means that only when the Land of the Dead exists can there be transcendence, and the immortals may not even appear." Wang Xuan spoke and analyzed carefully.

"In other words, the dying moon in the sky may be older than the immortals?" When Wang Xuan said this, his face changed.

Now, there is a monster, or rather someone, on the Dead Moon. Are they fishing?

Wang Xuan had no idea what was going on on the moon, and he would never go up there.

Wang Xuan looked at the Zhangliu Golden Body Technique and said, "What a crappy secret book! It's not even as good as the scriptures collected in Old Zhong's study. Do you really think I've never seen the world? Take it back!"

As he and the ferryman stared in astonishment, the fishing line moved away, taking away the Six-foot-tall Golden Body Technique and disappearing into the night sky.

Not long after, a shower of light like fairies began to fall, and another sutra fell from the sky, landing above the bamboo boat with a fishing line attached to it.

"You are targeting me and think I am a fish, want to hook me?!" Wang Xuan pulled out the dagger and looked at the scripture. If it was good, he would think about it. If not, he would retreat.

He looked carefully at the scribbles on the cover of the scripture, and finally understood its meaning through his spiritual imprint: Taichu Qingshenshu.

He felt that the name was very intimidating and seemed extremely extraordinary, so he turned to look at the ferryman and asked him if he had heard of this scripture.

"The Taoist secret book of training the spirit, which was famous in the early days, is quite complex and can be regarded as a high-end secret skill!" the ferryman said solemnly.

Wang Xuan read it again and again, but he still restrained himself and said, "There are top secret articles in Lao Zhong's study that are more powerful than this one. This one is still not good enough."

Silently, the scripture went away again and disappeared into the night sky.

The ferryman said faintly, "Can I ask who Lao Zhong is, and what secrets and unique skills are in his study?"

At this moment, the fishing line on the moon fell down again, light rain fell, and a colorful scripture bloomed with Taoist rhyme, flowing with various runes, and slowly fell down.

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