The ferryman was dumbfounded. How could this happen? This guy came to him to confirm whether it was normal to fail in fishing. Was it just for this moment? It was premeditated!
What shocked the ferryman the most was how the dagger could be so sharp?
He had already determined that the fishing line was extremely unusual. Although it was very thin, it was engraved with countless symbols. It was tougher and indestructible than the fishing line on his boat.
But now, it has been cut off!
He thought Wang Xuan was picky and spoke unpleasantly because he wanted the best "bait", so he took a risk to pull the scriptures on the fishing line. As a result, this guy simply cut the line and removed the firewood from the bottom of the pot.
Wang Xuan did not catch the stone slab, but let it fall onto the bamboo boat. He then jumped onto the boat's awning, holding a dagger and gestured at the floating fishing line.
This fishing line is harder to cut than sun gold. It is extremely strong and has a Taoist aura. It must be a rare treasure!
The ferryman's eyes widened. This guy... after taking away the bait, he still wants to cut the fishing line? !
He really wanted to ask, do you want to pull down the fishing rod as well?
The ferryman looked at his posture and even felt that he wanted to pull all the fishermen down!
After the fishing line lost the stone slab, it floated lightly, swaying in the night wind. It was crystal clear, covered with runes, and exuded the breath of Tao.
Wang Xuan gestured several times and finally held back. Although he speculated that the fishing creature on the moon could not interfere with the dead land, he felt that it would be safer not to stimulate the creature.
He was very happy. Not long ago, he was deliberately frivolous, and finally he was ruthless and chopped off the stone slab with scriptures!
"Not only can you fish, I also use my body as bait, without a rod, wire or hook!" Wang Xuan's face was full of smiles.
When he landed on the bamboo boat, he saw the ferryman staring at him. He immediately looked serious and said, "Senior, please!"
"What do you mean?" The ferryman looked at him.
Wang Xuan said, "Please take a look at this most powerful scripture first. If you don't help me solve my doubts, I'm afraid I won't be able to get this stone tablet."
"It has nothing to do with me, it's your own fault..." The ferryman found that there were no words that could praise him, and he didn't want to say anything good about him against his conscience.
However, he was really tempted. This stone slab had a profound origin. How many people could remain indifferent when it was placed before him?
"Are you really going to show it to me?" The ferryman's fingers trembled slightly. He tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't help but want to touch the stone slab on the boat.
"Senior, there's no need to be polite between us. We will deal with each other often in the future." Wang Xuan said seriously.
"Back then, two of the top ten masters among the immortals died because of the stone tablet scriptures. My great-grandmaster was not ranked that high, and he accidentally obtained the scriptures. After others knew about it, he was hunted down and died."
The ferryman felt sad, because that was his master's father. He was extremely powerful and a good person, but he did not have a good end.
Wang Xuan was moved. A seemingly ordinary slab of stone was actually stained with the blood of immortals. No wonder it was covered with cracks and mist. It must have so many stories.
He attached more and more importance to this stone tablet, which might become his main scripture in the future!
The ferryman said, "You are willing to show me such a scripture with such a surprising origin? It is very likely to be one of the most powerful scriptures."
He added: “According to the Old Testament, I have no right to ask you to show me.”
Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Senior, I admire your character and personality. You are so frank in the face of such a scripture. Don't worry, I sincerely want to invite you to come and see it."
Then he added, "There is fog on the stone slab. I am afraid that I cannot disperse it with the shock. I have to ask the senior for help. In addition, if the senior can understand something, please help me solve the problem."
"I underestimated you. You are willing to share this truly supreme skill with others. You have great courage. You are stronger than some immortals. If they had been more open-minded, they wouldn't have killed so many immortals and dyed the sky red with their blood."
The ferryman sighed, and finally warned Wang Xuan in a very serious tone, "Then I will tell you some truths. It is better not to practice this scripture, because those who practiced it have all gotten into trouble. Even among the ancient immortals, two people who became Buddhas and ancestors died because of practicing it."
"He didn't die from fighting or struggling, but died from practicing this scripture?" Wang Xuan was shocked.
"One of them was seriously injured and practiced the stone tablet scripture, but died soon after. Another person was not injured and practiced this scripture, but eventually died."
It was pitch black inside the ferryman's straw raincoat, his physical body was long gone, only the remnants of his supernatural power remained. He solemnly warned Wang Xuan that this scripture was very terrifying.
“Since there is a problem with the scripture, why should we still practice it? It doesn’t deserve to be called the supreme scripture, right?” Wang Xuan was confused.
"There is no problem with the scripture. The powerful immortals who fought for it have repeatedly deduced it. The theory is feasible. Once it is cultivated, the power will be unparalleled. However, it is too difficult to actually practice it."
The ferryman picked up the stone slab shrouded in mist. It was more than three feet long and two feet wide, full of cracks and black blood stains. It was most likely the blood of the immortals that had not been wiped clean.
"I was just moved by the scene and missed the past. I am still in awe of this scripture. I dare not read it or practice it for fear of something bad happening." The ferryman picked up the slate, wiped it with his hand, and the fog dissipated, then he quickly untied the fishing line.
He turned his head away and didn't look at it, fearing that he would be unable to resist practicing the scripture and end up exhausting himself.
Wang Xuan stood beside him and studied it carefully. There were nine figures on the small stone slab, and there were densely packed scribbles under each figure.
Wang Xuan didn't recognize it, but a spiritual imprint was transmitted to him, allowing him to understand the true meaning of the scriptures, and at the same time, he also recognized those scribbles-like characters.
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