The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 42 The Three True Myriad Laws Sword

In 1906 AD.

The closest gathering of seekers of the Dharma to the Third Dharma Palace of the Three Truths is Shuanglou Town, Lounei Street.

Inside a dark room controlled by the Thousand Machines Hall.

Two figures stared in disbelief at the intelligence report before them.

Dressed in Western attire and wearing a white round hat, Jin Miao frowned:

What does it mean that the Three True Disciples are wholesaling magic talismans?

Jin Miao's apprentice, the green-clad girl Hu Dasheng, didn't hesitate to voice her doubts:

"Master, isn't there something wrong with your information?"

(Jin Miao and Hu Dasheng)

They sell talismans, wholesale, and the three true disciples they've been searching for.

How are these words put together?

An owl-shaped puppet in front of the two sighed:

(Master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, Thousand Machines Child)

"No, it's true."

"Although I don't know how they did it."

However, their large-scale sale of magical talismans suggests they intend to buy the most prized possession of this building within the street.

The owl narrowed its eyes: "Baifa Silk Ball Attraction."

Tiger Rope frowned:

"Is that the 'Dream Library' that's known as the 'Dream Library for the Incompetent Seekers'?"

"Why would they buy that stuff?"

The owl did not explain:

"Anyway, let's try to make contact first. The portrait has been sent to you."

The two bowed their heads and said, "Yes!"

On the other side...

In the teahouse of the market, a group of people are gathered together to eat.

"Wang Baxianjun, didn't you create that Hundred-Fine Silk Ball?"

Gao Haoguang looked at Jiang Mingzi on the other side of the same month and swallowed the rice in his mouth:

"Why do you say it's only for useless people?"

Jiang Mingzi laughed heartily:

"You idiot, this thing is useful to you differently than it is to those mediocre people."

"This is a treasure exclusively for the Three True Ones."

Gao Haoguang raised an eyebrow: "An exclusive treasure?"

Jiang Mingzi nodded:

"In that ball of Hundred Fass"

But I've sealed away countless of my great supernatural powers, magical treasures, and soul techniques.

Gao Haoguang's eyes widened:

"The magical soul of a powerful magical artifact?!"

Having cultivated for so long, he now understands what a great supernatural power and magical treasure truly are.

That is something that can suppress the fortune of a sect, something that all sects would love to worship.

And now, the core of that magical artifact—the Soul of Magic—is sealed inside.

He looked at Jiang Mingzi with suspicion and uncertainty.

Did the old guy really drop a lot of gold coins?

Gao Haoguang was quite suspicious:

"Since the soul technique is sealed, how can it be said to be exclusive?"

Jiang Mingzi sighed helplessly: "Stupid little rascal."

"You should know that seekers who practice different techniques cannot comprehend each other's supernatural abilities and spiritual essence at all."

"Only a useless person who can't even understand their own magic."

Only then will they attempt to comprehend the magical essence of other people's magical artifacts.

Gao Haoguang understood.

This behavior is essentially like not being able to learn English.

So I turned to look at the theories of the great astrophysicists.

Then it's like praying that you can get some inspiration from the expert's paper.

That's utter nonsense.

Jiang Mingzi's lips curled up:

"But this is different for the three of us."

"The Three Truths Borrowing Treasure Method allows one to borrow all the methods under heaven!"

Gao Haoguang suddenly realized: No wonder it was called an exclusive treasure.

Jiang Mingzi sized up Gao Haoguang, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny:

"You broke through to a minor supernatural power when you were making talismans not long ago, right?"

Gao Haoguang nodded.

These past few days, he's been frantically printing talismans as soon as he gets up, and then he trains his body when his magical power is exhausted.

With plenty of meat and vegetables, coupled with Zhao Yan's proper training, he was able to successfully break through to the Lesser Divine Power Realm, given his already exceptional talent.

"And that kid from Penglai, I remember he can also use the Three Truths Borrowing Treasures Technique."

Jiang Mingzi stroked his chin thoughtfully:

"Then you can begin forging your Three True Myriad Laws Swords."

Gao Haoguang was taken aback: "The Three Truths and Myriad Laws Sword?"

Jiang Mingzi smiled, her eyes filled with nostalgia:

"That's my signature supernatural power."

He straightened up, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke with a solemn tone, as if passing on his mantle:

"My disciples of the Three Truths, once they reach a certain level of cultivation, will extensively collect all the supernatural powers in the world to forge their own Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword."

"After all, my Three Truths Borrowing Treasures Technique can borrow all the techniques in the world; wouldn't it be a waste not to use it?"

"Depending on the different supernatural powers it incorporates, the Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword will also exhibit different supernatural power characteristics."

Jiang Mingzi continued, waving his hand casually:

"For example, my Mingzi Myriad Laws Sword."

A sharp sword appeared out of thin air and hovered beside him.

The sword was translucent, with countless tiny, flowing points of light swirling around its blade, as if thousands of years had been compressed and churning within it.

"The main supernatural power it incorporates is my innate supernatural power, [Toki no Akiko]."

"Therefore, the Myriad Laws Sword of Mingzi also inherited the power of [Toko Meiko] to travel through time."

"Look, to your left."

Gao Haoguang turned his head in a daze.

But then he discovered that a green sword had appeared beside his left hand at some unknown time.

The true meaning of all laws is revealed, and nothing is beyond its reach.

"This, this, this..."

Gao Haoguang stammered, unable to speak fluently.

"This is how I projected the current Myriad Laws Sword onto you back then."

Jiang Mingzi was very satisfied with Gao Haoguang's shocked expression:

"The blade of Mingzi's Myriad Laws Sword exists within time, which is why I can still do this."

Jiang Mingzi had a thought.

Countless cyan sword blades appeared behind him, like a rain of swords falling from the sky.

Jiang Mingzi laughed heartily: "The sword from the past can come to the present."

"The sword of the future can also come to the present."

"At any specific point in the river of time, as long as the internal magical power has not been exhausted."

A smile played on his lips, and suddenly a massive sword appeared in the clouds behind him.

The sword was larger than a mountain, stretching across the sky, its blade reflecting the light and shadow of countless ages, as if the entire river of time had been frozen into it.

"Mingzi's Myriad Laws Sword is limitless."

Gao Haoguang was speechless.

Jiang Mingzi stood proudly with her hands on her hips:

"Little gray cub, now you know why I'm called the Sword Lord of All Laws of the Eternal World, right?"

He urged:

"So, little gray cub, hurry up and comprehend the great divine power of soul magic."

"Then unleash your Myriad Laws Sword, otherwise this Immortal Lord will be embarrassed to say that you are my grand-disciple."

After saying that, he hung up the Three True Ones Order for the Same Month.

No one noticed the sly smile on Jiang Mingzi's lips as he hung up the Three Truths of the Same Month Order.

We need to reserve some of the magic power for the same month's spirit.

Otherwise, you won't get to see the show later.

Gao Haoguang snapped out of his daze and looked intently at Haishan, who was engrossed in eating, before slapping him on the shoulder:

"Stop eating, you idiot Haishan! We're about to make a fortune!"

Hai Shan was choked by the slap, and when he looked up, his heterochromatic eyes were full of confusion.

Gao Haoguang relayed Jiang Mingzi's words in a few words.

Hai Shan's eyes lit up, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth:

"Doesn't that mean we can seal any supernatural power we want into the sword?"

"That's how it is in theory."

"Then can I appoint Chang Shimingzi as his consort?"

"You're not Jiang Mingzi, how can you bestow a title?"

"But I feel that I have a connection with Jiang Mingzi. Hai Shan can also be the ancestor of Hao Guang's little brother."

"Shut up."

The two began a heated discussion about what supernatural powers they should seal into their Myriad Laws Sword, their words flying as they argued, neither willing to give in.

The puppet Zhao Yan sat to the side, watching the two's heated discussion, a smile appearing on his wooden face.

He turned to look at the other side, only to find that Xia Chuan had not said a word.

The burly young man leaned back in his chair, his gaze passing through the railing and landing on the lobby on the first floor of the teahouse.

Zhao Yan asked curiously:

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?"

Xia Chuan shook his head and pointed to an entertainer performing with a crowd in the center of the teahouse.

"Senior, do you see anything wrong there?"

Zhao Yan looked in the direction Xia Chuan was pointing.

An artist has just stepped onto the stage.

He was holding a sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) in his arms, with a clapper tied to his right trouser leg, a white sheepskin towel wrapped around his head, and wearing a slightly worn blue cloth shirt.

He plucked the strings with his fingers, and the clapper on his leg kept the rhythm, producing a clear and bright sound for the sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument).

The clapper sounds crisp and clear, and the singer's voice is desolate, carrying a ruggedness and remoteness unique to the Loess Plateau.

The performance was superb, and the crowd on the first floor applauded and cheered.

Zhao Yan suddenly realized, "Young man, you've never heard of Shaanxi storytelling before, have you?"

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Shaanxi storytelling?"

Zhao Yan explained with a smile, "This is a folk performance style from northern Shaanxi."

"It's normal that you haven't seen this before, but this voice does sound familiar to me."

Xia Chuan's heart sank.

Didn't Zhao Yan notice?

This guy has no brain at all!

Meanwhile, the performer on stage felt Xia Chuan's gaze and chuckled inwardly.

Is it true?

Looks like I'm in luck; I found Jiang Mingzi's successor as soon as I arrived.

The sound of the sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) remains clear and bright, and the sound of the cla

First, observe their character.

If that doesn't work—

With a light pluck of his fingers on the strings, he produced a deep, menacing vibrato.

They must pay for the lives of over three thousand people in my opera troupe!

【My Innate Supernatural Power: The Chronicles of the Book】!