If this happened in the ancient mythological period, in that era when supernatural substances were abundant, throwing out any scripture would cause bloodshed and lead to supernatural beings fighting to the death.
No one cared much about it in this era, so Zhao Mingzheng just put it on the bookshelf and let Wang Xuan browse it at will.
Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh, thinking of the ferryman's words. In this special era, there are rare treasures everywhere, which makes the ancients jealous!
Wonderful objects from different historical periods and eras all fell from the void together, gathered in one era and piled together. How could they not be dazzling?
Unfortunately, in this day and age, few people can practice this kind of thing.
Regardless of whether Wang Xuan could practice it or not, he would first scan it with his powerful spiritual field, remember it in his mind, and study it slowly later.
He showed a strange look. Old man Zhao was really generous today.
"These ancient books are just collections and cultural relics left here. You can take away any of them you like." Zhao Qinghan's father, Zhao Zejun, was also present and told him to pick whatever he wanted.
Wang Xuan thanked them and finally came to the Taoist temple that the Zhao family had moved from their old home. After looking carefully, he found a piece of bone in the bronze plaque in the main hall.
He felt that Xinxing's chaebols had been deeply infiltrated. More than a hundred years ago, those who proposed to rebuild Taoist temples and monasteries definitely did it on purpose and had arranged it long ago.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence that there would be real bones left in all Taoist temples and monasteries.
Wang Xuan was lost in thought for a moment. More than a hundred years ago, some powerful immortals were dividing their spheres of influence?
Is this a conspiracy by some powerful people within the curtain, or is it the work of a certain super power?
He knew that once these real bones, flesh and blood were reshaped and if the three-year period had not yet passed, these places would immediately become holy places for cultivation and become major religious sects!
The problem here at the Zhao family is also quite serious. The real bone is covered in blood and has grown some flesh and blood. It is unknown how long it will take for the real body to appear.
Wang Xuan really wanted to wave the God-Slaying Flag to attack the creature sleeping in the true bone to see if he could kill it.
He was somewhat worried that the real bones "residing" in the major chaebols might be powerful bigwigs who would be difficult to deal with.
In the end, Wang Xuan attracted the mysterious factor, which covered both Zhao Mingzheng and Zhao Zejun. He generously took out the super matter of the real bones and made them the second Zhao Yanshou.
Zhao Zejun was happy and excited. He truly felt the changes in himself. Although he was not old yet, after being nourished by the mysterious factor, he could still feel that his body functions were getting stronger.
After leaving the Taoist temple, Zhao Zejun privately told Wang Xuan that a mysterious creature had appeared in his father's dream a while ago. Zhao Mingzheng did not elaborate on what the creature talked about.
"I'm a little worried." Zhao Zejun sighed.
Wang Xuan turned around and glanced in the direction of the Taoist temple. Did the bone revive on its own? Or did a creature penetrate the curtain, locate the coordinates through the bone, and send a dream?
"Uncle Zhao, it should be fine for now. That creature shouldn't go too far. After all, he's an old pervert. If it's a reasonable request, try to satisfy it. If anything happens in the future, I'll come and take a look, don't worry." Wang Xuan comforted.
He believed that as long as the person who sent the dream was not too conceited, he would definitely not act recklessly. They were all people who survived the brutal struggle behind the scenes. They had not restored their true identities at this stage and would definitely be gentle, and would even give the Zhao family enough benefits.
Zhao Zejun was stunned. How strong is this young man? Is he too confident?
Wang Xuan did have some confidence that as long as he was given some more time, everything would be possible.
Even now that he was holding the God-Slaying Flag, he wanted to give it a try to see what would happen if he hit that piece of bone.
Zhao Zejun hesitated slightly and said, "Come with me. My father has been looking into the secret vault a lot recently. I suspect that some living being is asking him to find something."
Compared to that creature, he naturally trusted Wang Xuan more. He had already learned that his daughter and Wang Xuan were very close in secret.
Wang Xuan followed and came to a treasure house, then stopped suddenly. He frowned. The feeling here was similar to that when he was at the Sun family. The secret treasure house had been decorated by someone!
Could it be that every chaebol's secret vault has been occupied by someone?
He explored with his extraordinary perception and with his special clairvoyance, he knew that there were indeed good things here, some very powerful treasures, but none of them could compare to the God-Slaying Flag or the Soul-Locking Bell.
Wang Xuan thought about it and decided not to start a conflict for the time being, and even more so, he didn't want to alert the enemy.
He signaled Zhao Zejun and left the place together.
"Uncle Zhao, there are indeed some problems there. They are mainly aimed at extraordinary people and have little impact on ordinary people. Just pretend that you know nothing for now. If any strange incidents occur in the future, please contact me."
Zhao Zejun nodded, personally saw him off, and watched him go away.
Next, at Qin Hongyuan's repeated invitation, Wang Xuan went to the Qin family and successfully read the last few pages of the gold foil scriptures. At this point, he obtained the entire Sakyamuni Sutra!
Qin Cheng contacted Wang Xuan and told him something.
"Wang Xuan, we are now at the Huang family, who pride themselves on being the orthodox of traditional arts. We held traditional arts exchange meetings for several days. Unexpectedly, the people from Yuntai University brought us to visit the Huang family. We couldn't refuse. Here, Professor Lin saw the guy who pierced his chest that year!"
Wang Xuan's heart sank suddenly. Could it be that the Huang family deliberately took Professor Lin and Qin Cheng over?
He thought of how a few days ago, the Huang family and the Yun family, two old martial arts families, seemed to have invited him, but he declined.
Qin Cheng said: "The Huang family was very polite, nothing unexpected happened, and Professor Lin was also very calm, not caring about what happened back then, but the Huang family wanted to invite you to come over for a discussion."
"Okay, I understand." Wang Xuan nodded. It would be best if there were no surprises.
In the Huang family's ancestral hall, there are wisps of white mist and an old man is sleeping. He has been shown in a dream and is communicating with a mysterious creature!
In the dream, he said, "Yes, every time he extended someone's life, he would go into a Taoist temple, a Buddhist temple, or a shrine."
"Please invite him here!" A voice sounded in the old man's dream amidst wisps of white mist.
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