Qinhan Pass, small building. On the first day Jiang Bai left, many people were thinking about him. Cheese was lying next to the threshold, and Shan Hongyi was lying next to Cheese, holding the wolf's hair in his little hand. Lao Hua, who came from Han Dynasty, was sitting on the first floor, with two axes in his hands and a book in front of him. Nangong Xin warned from the side, "Be careful, don't get it wrong." "good." On the second floor, the director did not continue his research, but was entertaining guests, which seemed a little cramped. Opposite the director, sat an old man with white eyebrows and beard. His face was weathered, and the wrinkles were full of vicissitudes of life. He perfectly fit the image of a 'wise man' in people's minds. In fact, he is also the director of the Third Research Institute, one of the most intelligent people in the world. The old man spoke slowly, "Teacher..."
The director corrected him, "I'm not your teacher." "I have read all your works and seen all your experiments. Even the Third Research Institute, when it was passed from your hands to mine, everything remains the same..." The old man spoke slowly, stating one fact after another, "If you have gone through so much and you are not my teacher, then what are you?" The director corrected him again, "I will confiscate you as a student." "Whether you accept it or not is your business, and whether I treat it as a student or not is my business." The old man showed a smile and said with emotion, “At the end of the day, we just have to mind our own business, right?” The director wanted to refute something, but he felt his nose was wet. When he wiped it with his hand, the bright red blood was particularly dazzling. The old man advised with worry, "Teacher, you shouldn't increase your strength. Back then, the No. 1 Ksitigarbha diagnosed you that you were overdrawing too much and the injury affected your origin. Only by suppressing your strength can you avoid the recurrence of your origin injury. You have crossed the line by raising your strength to a high level. According to Ksitigarbha's diagnosis, you can only live for two years at most. Now that I have become a grand master again, I’m afraid my time is running out..." The director wiped away the nosebleed nonchalantly and said coldly, "Why don't you tell me something I don't know so as not to waste your time and mine." "The student is saying that the Ksitigarbha soul forcibly transferred you to be the master of the palace, harboring evil intentions." The kind-hearted Ksitigarbha ghost did not help. Is it unintentional or intentional? Is it good or evil? Who can tell? "Hold evil intentions?"
The director shook his head, "It's not that simple. I always feel that we made this change look simple." The old man humbly asked, "Why?" Emperor Kongtian has found out the origin of the earthquake in the Protectorate. It was the Fourth Research Institute that started laying out the plan decades ago, carefully selected a group of seedlings, and took the initiative to deliver the "Ksitigarbha Notes" to these people. After these people become Ksitigarbha, at the right time, they will use the terror of the forbidden area of death to arouse the fear in Ksitigarbha's heart, and then lure Ksitigarbha to this path of no return. The ins and outs are clear, and the causes and consequences are clear at a glance. If something is so clear, why does the director insist on saying it is simple? "The origin of the Death Forbidden City in the Protectorate is a mirror. The mirror will reflect what you desire most and turn the imaginary into reality. At the same time, it will also bring disaster." The director patiently explained, "The old Beast King has been leading the strange beasts without making any mistakes for two hundred years, but his temperament changed drastically after seeing Ksitigarbha's soul. Looking back now, it was no accident that I met Ksitigarbha's soul, and it was not a whim for him to chant sutras for me. If Jiang Bai hadn't noticed the abnormality and rushed back in time, I would have returned to the transcendent world and only have seven days left to live... ." Jiang Bai, who had mild persecution paranoia, was still discussing matters with Wei Junjie at the time, so he immediately killed him and Ksitigarbha's soul retreated immediately. The director was now reviewing the case, and the two immediately discovered something was wrong with Ksitigarbha's soul. The boundaries between Buddhists and demons, between good and evil, seem not to be that clear. The old man said slowly, "You're saying that after Ksitigarbha's soul merges with the Forbidden City of Death, it will also be contaminated with the aura of the Forbidden City of Death, which will stimulate the other person's inner desires and bring disaster at the same time?" "It's very possible." The director nodded and shook his head again. "But I always feel that there is something deeper hidden, and if we don't find it out, we will suffer a big loss." "Young people, it doesn't matter if you suffer a little loss, as long as you can get up." Regarding the director's worries, the old man seemed more optimistic. "Duhu Mansion, Qinhan Pass, these are the two Ksitigarbhas. The old Beast King and the divine general behind him are involved again. Teacher, the student thought that since you are not in good condition now, you can avoid the sharp edge for a while and return. There may be a way to save your life..." The director said coldly, "Even if you consider yourself my student, it's not your turn to tell me what to do." When he gets along with Jiang Bai and Shan Hongyi on weekdays, he doesn't have much airs and even looks a little dull. But throughout his life, he was in charge of the question of heaven, knew the heaven and earth, became a divine general, guarded the forbidden place of death, made friends with human kings for many years, discussed Taoism with Ksitigarbha, traveled with the emperor of heaven, asked heaven to save the world... Anything the director does, if taken alone, is enough to cause a sensation. How could such a person not be somewhat proud when doing such a thing? If not for this pride and perseverance, how could the director persist until the day Jiang Bai wakes up?
Back then, when the old man was still young, he wanted to become the director's teacher, but he was rejected without any mercy. Today, even though the old man is the most powerful person who has been promoted to the top three times, he is still like a student in front of the director, not daring to refute. The old man had no choice but to change the topic. "You promised me that you would answer three questions for me in this life. I have used my chance once." "It is because you did not ask the first question well that I do not want to accept you as my student." The director frowned and asked in confusion, "You plan to use the second chance now? I want to remind you that my strength is greatly reduced now, and there is also some problem with [Heavenly Questions]... I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, the answer given by Heavenly Questions will probably disappoint you." "Thank you for the reminder, Master. I have my own ideas. I don't need Heavenly Questions for my questions." The old man did not pause and asked his own question directly, "What kind of person is Han Chan?" Ask Han Chan? With the old man's strength, identity, and status, it is not difficult to obtain information about Han Chan. The Emperor of Sky even clearly marked the price and sold it to the outside world. However, the price of Emperor of Sky was too high, and not many people in the world could afford it. The old man's question surprised the director a little, and it was very difficult to answer. If I tell Jiang Bai's information, it will easily expose Jiang Bai's trump card and cause Jiang Bai unnecessary trouble. This is something the director cannot accept. If I don't answer, the director can't go back on his word. After thinking about it, the director finally came up with a perfect answer, "Han Chan is a fake shoe."