Netherworld Chapter 117 Secret Scroll (2)
Thinking of this, I felt a little jealous. After all, I am the grandson, but the things were not given to me but given to Grandpa Shi instead.
But then I thought, my dad is an ordinary person, and my mom disappeared that year. If a child like me really took the book, it might be lost at any time. So it is best to let Grandpa Shi keep it.
Then I won’t look for it anymore. I’ll ask Grandpa Shi later.
The old Taoist nodded, glanced around the room again, and then walked out first.
I looked at the curtains that had fallen on the bed and wanted to hang them up again, but after thinking about it, I didn't move.
The person is gone, everything that should change has changed, just let it fall.
After I left the room, I saw the Taoist priest standing outside the door. I went out and asked him: "Why don't you sit in the room?"
The old Taoist didn't respond directly, but was silent for a while before sighing and saying: I didn't expect that the Lord of the Eight Ropes would have such a miserable old age.
There's nothing sad about it. If you think positively, his ending is actually similar to that of most old people.
The old Taoist shook his head but said nothing more.
We didn't stand outside for long because Grandpa Shi had prepared the food and came over to call us.
Did you find anything? he asked as we walked.
I shook my head and said, "There's nothing. My father cleaned it up very cleanly. Uh...well, it was burned very cleanly too."
Grandpa Shi laughed and said: It seems that you, little boy, didn’t find what you wanted.
I looked at him and felt that his words had a special meaning. But Grandpa Shi only had a kind smile on his face, without any other strange expression.
We walked along the way, chatting casually, and met many people on the road. Some of these people were familiar to me, and some were very unfamiliar. Grandpa Shi greeted them one by one. When someone smiled and talked to me, I just smiled and nodded, because I couldn't call out their names.
This made me a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Grandpa Shi’s house was not too far away, and after a few minutes, we were sitting at the table.
There were four dishes on the table.
There was a plate of chicken, a plate of sweet and sour fish, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of shredded pork with green peppers, and an antique silver wine pot.
These are all the dishes you like to eat. I rarely cook them when I am alone. I don't know if my cooking skills have improved in the past ten years. Try them. Grandpa Shi said to me with a smile, holding a wine pot in his hand and filling a glass for himself and the old Taoist priest.
Come on, Teacher Tianyou, let me drink first to show my respect! Grandpa Shi raised his glass.
He drank it all in one gulp before the Taoist priest could speak. The Taoist priest said nothing more and followed suit.
I wonder what the teacher taught Tianyou? Grandpa Shi asked after putting down his wine glass.
Teach life. The old Taoist put the wine glass on the table with a calm face.
I was eating sweet and sour fish, and when I heard this, I almost spit out the food.
What kind of life do you teach me, old man? You taught me how to eat steamed buns in different ways! Oh, and you also taught me how to raise snakes! Female snakes!
This is a science. Grandpa Shi nodded, as if he believed it.
I heard that you and Tianyou’s grandfather were close friends. The old Taoist asked.
That's right, he's like a real brother. So although Tianyou and I have no blood relationship, he is still my grandson.
It can be seen that you love Tianyou very much and gave him such a valuable gift, which is very special , said the old Taoist.
The smile on Grandpa Shi's face continued, but I was shocked. Why did this old man suddenly talk about this?
I don't know why, but I subconsciously resisted revealing Grandpa Shi's true identity. Perhaps it was because I hoped from the bottom of my heart that I would still have a normal relative around me.
The old Taoist went on to say: I felt something very special from that thing... well, very special. Do you think this feeling is good or bad?
Grandpa Shi smiled and refilled the wine bottles for the Taoist priest and himself. After putting down the wine pot, he looked at me and said: Tianyou is my grandson, and the past is the past. But from now on, his affairs are my affairs, because I am his elder, and he is also my only relative in this world.
Grandpa Shi’s words sounded a bit corny, but I still felt a lump in my throat.
The old Taoist nodded and raised his glass: Since the senior said so, I won’t ask any more questions. Let me toast you.
Grandpa Shi raised his glass in response, drank it all in one gulp and then laughed: Actually, when it comes to special, we are all very special, but I believe that this is all good.
Grandpa Shi's words were meaningful, but no one asked in detail. As the old Taoist said, some things are better known than explained.
It was a pity that I could not
My heart skipped a beat, and I was very nervous, because I hadn't thought of how to start yet, but the old Taoist went straight to the point. His reasons were very reasonable, and sometimes I felt that this old man should be a politician instead of studying Taoism.
That depends on which one you want to see, Grandpa Shi said with a smile.
I was suddenly very excited, because Grandpa Shi's words showed that Grandpa did leave something here. And, not just one thing.
The old Taoist took the wine pot, added a glass for Grandpa Shi, and filled his own cup. The moment he put down the wine pot, he said: Eight Secret Scrolls.
As soon as the words came out, the surroundings fell silent. The old Taoist sat firmly on the wooden chair, looking straight ahead, and meeting Grandpa Shi's eyes.
Eight ropes... I haven't heard anyone mention these two words for a long time. Grandpa Shi looked at the old Taoist with an indifferent expression, no longer smiling: It seems that you are indeed extraordinary. Tell me about your origins.
Five Elements Pulse, Zhang Shoudao! The old Taoist priest replied.
It turned out to be the five elements. Grandpa Shi laughed again, and he looked at me: No wonder you came back with Tianyou, it seems that you encountered something unusual.
Grandpa Stone...
I opened my mouth to speak, but Grandpa Shi interrupted me: "No need to say more. I will not participate in what you want to do. This is your path, you should go on. The Eight-thread Secret Scroll was left by your grandfather. Although it was given to me for safekeeping, it belongs to you, the descendant of the Eight-thread Secret Scroll. You are grown up now, you should take it back. But let's eat first, and I will give the things to you after you finish eating."
When Grandpa Shi spoke, his tone was a little emotional, but he didn't look like he was lying. And from his attitude, Grandpa Shi knew a lot about the Five Elements and Eight Ropes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed so readily after asking about the Taoist's origins.
But then again, the old Taoist’s name is Zhang Shoudao?
This name is quite standard and fits his image.
After the meal, Grandpa Shi slowly cleaned up the dishes, asked us to wait at the table, and then went into the house.
Seeing Grandpa Shi enter the house, I quickly moved to the side of the Taoist priest and asked him in a low voice: How dare you ask directly?
Dare? The old Taoist asked in a rather surprised tone: Is he your relative?
yes.
If you ask this, will he kill you?
Uh... No way, it's not that serious.
Then what are you afraid of? The old Taoist looked puzzled.
I tried to burp for a long time but nothing came out. This old man is such a choker.
Fortunately, Grandpa Shi came out of the house not long after he entered, holding a flat wooden box in his hand. He walked over and put the thing on the table, saying: This is the box containing the Eight Ropes Secret Scroll, but you have to do it yourself to open it.
I said "oh" and moved the box closer to me. While looking at it, I asked: How do you open it?
I know the method, but I can't tell you. Grandpa Shi said: If you can't open it, it means you are not qualified to read the Eight Threads Secret Scroll.
I looked at Grandpa Shi in surprise. He looked at me and smiled. The expression on his face told me that he was responsible for every word he had just said.
The wooden box in front of me has a few faint golden patterns on it, and it is hard to tell what the pattern is. Sometimes the pattern makes people feel mysterious, and sometimes it makes people feel ordinary and very strange.
I touched the box with my hand. The surface was cold, but I felt a hint of warmth at my fingertips.
I picked up the box, looked it over and over, and was shocked to find that there was no lock, no gap, it was like a complete wooden board.
I believe Grandpa Shi would not lie to me, this box contains the Eight-String Secret Scroll.
What is a secret scroll? It records important events that cannot be known to too many people. If there are too many involved in such a matter, and if one is not capable enough, it is very likely to be torn apart by the vortex caused by all the involvement.
So there must be a way to open it, I just don't know it.
I subconsciously looked at the old Taoist, but heard him say: The Eight Ropes inheritance, this is your family affair, I can't help you.
Well, I can’t rely on these two old guys, so I’d better do it on my own.
I continued to fumble for a long time, but still couldn't find a way to open it. I originally thought it was a mechanism with a button, but I pressed every inch of the wooden box up and down and left and right and it didn't open.
Should I throw it into water or burn it with fire?
I think I watch too much TV...
Drops of blood?
What a joke, this is not a blood test.
