Urban God-level Selection System

"Daomen Xuanjing?"

Zhang Wanlin just stared at the ancient scroll, and then read the name of the ancient scroll, which surprised Ma Lao.

"Little friend, do you know the weird pictures and texts on this?"

Old Ma looked at Zhang Wanlin excitedly, "Then can you read it to me carefully?"

Zhang Wanlin looked at Ma Lao weirdly, and asked tentatively: "So father, are you stumped by this text for a lifetime?"

"Yes."

Old Ma nodded, "In order to figure out what's on this, I've been tossing about it, but I haven't found what text it is."

"I have copied the pictures and texts above several times, and then I tried to go to libraries, museums, and even some masters who study ancient characters, in order to solve the mystery of the characters, but no one knew it."

Ma Lao's words made Zhang Wanlin dumbfounded. He looked at Ma awkwardly and said bitterly: "This is one of the ancient characters left by our ancestors, the oracle bone inscription."

"Oracle, this is impossible!"

Old Ma replied, "I went to an Oracle expert to see it. The expert said it was not Oracle at all."

"Uh...you said you copied it, can you show me the copy?"

Zhang Wanlin always feels that the problem lies in what Ma Lao copied.

Old Ma nodded and got up again to search. After a while, he found a pile of Taoist Profound Scriptures from a large box and handed it to Zhang Wanlin.

When Zhang Wanlin saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry. He pointed to the copied text and the text on the ancient scroll and asked Ma Lao: "Master, do you see these words the same?"

"It's the same, but I just wrote a stroke at a glance, how could it be different."

Old Ma said very positively, and then looked at Zhang Wanlin somewhat puzzledly, "Little friend, just say what you want to say."

"I... I want to be quiet."

Zhang Wanlin covered his face awkwardly.

After being silent for a long time, he cruelly told Ma Lao the truth: "Master, the oracle bone inscriptions you copied are no longer oracle bone inscriptions. All you have copied are a bunch of scribbled symbols!"

"This... how is this possible! I copied it carefully, how could it be a bunch of scribbled symbols?"

Old Ma didn't want to believe it, and began to check the ancient scroll piece by piece.

The more he looked, the more serious he was, the more he looked, the more he felt that he was right. He blushed and said to Zhang Wanlin: "I have no problem with the transcription, my friend, don't be kidding, and tell me the real reason. "

"Even if you want this thing, I can give it to you, I just want to know what is written in it."

Ma Lao thought at first that Zhang Wanlin wanted to confuse the audience, and then took away his own ancient scroll.

Ma's words made Zhang Wanlin's complexion not so good. He said dullly, "Since Ma doesn't believe me, then I will leave."

Zhang Wanlin said that he got up to leave, Ma hurriedly got up and stopped: "Little friend, don't be angry, I'll make a mistake for a while, as long as you tell me what the text is, I am willing to give you this ancient scroll."

"Oracle, old Ma, I have said it many times, this is Oracle."

Zhang Wanlin was really frustrated. "If you don't believe me, I will ask Mr. Ma, the head of the village, Mr. He to come over. What do you think?"

"This..." Elder Ma hesitated. This ancient scroll was his most precious thing. He didn't want to show it to anyone. It was already his biggest concession to show Zhang late, so how could he still give in. Three people see?

Seeing Mr. Ma like this, Zhang Wanlin took out his phone after a moment of silence, began to search for the oracle bone inscriptions, and showed him: "Look, is this text the same as on the ancient scroll?"

"Ok?

Is it really the same? "

Old Ma was stunned.

Zhang Wanlin said again: "This is an introduction to Oracle on the encyclopedia, so this is Oracle, are you willing to believe it?"

"This..." Ma Lao sat down with a puff, he suddenly felt that he was a joke, and the one who had trapped him for a lifetime turned out to be his own copy that looked like an Oracle?

How ironic! Seeing that Ma Lao was so depressed, Zhang Wanlin had to comfort him: "Ma Lao, this may be destiny, you should let go."

"Yes, my little friend is right, I should let go."

Old Ma nodded, and then asked in confusion, "But why is the Oracle written on the ancient scroll?"

Zhang Wanlin shook his head and said, "I don't know this. Maybe this is to make the ancient scroll full of secrets! After all, this look is not an ordinary longevity formula."

"Little friend, I have a merciless request..." Ma Lao was about to say something, but Zhang Wanlin waved his hand.

"Father, what do you think, I know! This is naturally okay. Please take out paper and pen, and I will transcribe it for you."

Zhang Wanlin naturally knows this kind of thing that has kept Ma Lao heart for a lifetime, if he can't practice it personally, I am afraid that the old man will not be able to let it go in this life.

If it comes to death in the future, I am afraid I will have to die.

Zhang Wanlin only treats himself as a good person, and it's okay to help Old Ma.

Seeing that Zhang Wanlin knew him so well, Ma Lao was very happy. He immediately got up and went to get Zhang Wanlin's pen and paper. Then Zhang Wanlin began to translate... Time passed, and Zhang Wanlin's translation of this translation cost him. Throughout the day, he finally translated the whole book until more than ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

And he naturally had a deep understanding of this so-called Taoist Profound Scripture, and what shocked him the most was how powerful the power gained from each great ascension indicated in this Profound Scripture! Among these great realms are the escape realm and spiritual movement realm known to Zhang Wanlin.

Zhang Wanlin knew that the subsequent realm had nothing to do with him, and he was just entering the spiritual realm now.

What he cares more about is his own strength. As for which realm he has entered into the longevity, he is not too interested now.

After all, his sense of self told him that even if he entered the Spirit Realm now, he was afraid that his strength would not be as good as the power of the Tenth-Rank Grand Master. As for why he felt this way, Zhang Wanlin couldn't explain it clearly.

Seeing that Zhang Wanlin had finished writing, he stopped the ink, and directly handed the complete translation of the "Daomen Xuanjing" to Ma Lao, and said to him seriously: "Ma Lao, you also understand the truth that everyone is innocent and guilty. ."

"I hope you will keep this precious thing well. Don't let too many people know about it, otherwise it will cause disaster to your family."

Zhang Wanlin reminded seriously.

Old Ma thanked Zhang Wanlin gratefully: "Little friend, thank you, I will definitely keep the "Daomen Xuanjing" you translated for me. As for this ancient scroll, I will give it to you... "