"And what then?" Zhang Yicheng kept asking.

"Guess what are the words on that pillar?" Zhang Guozhong said.

"Wouldn't that be a waste of literature? Do you think I am as stupid as an ancient person?"

"Hehe, I deserve to be my son. Let me tell you that the reason why there is a record of that thing in Maoshan Technique is because the Taoist priest Song Guangyang was one of the inventors of the vanishing text! During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the capable people from Sutu and Zhongge finally restored this formation, but there was no record of using it anywhere."

"One of the inventors? So, someone else has mixed a piece of it to invent that thing?" Zhang Yicheng asked.

"Well, according to legend, the ancestors of the Pavilion invented the sacrificial text, but only pronunciation but no text. They had to be taught orally, which was very troublesome. So later, people came to invent the sacrificial text, and Song Guangyang was just the earliest one."

"Oh, then this formation is called the Jingquan Formation. Is it to commemorate the great Martyr Chen Ke?" Zhang Yicheng is quite awesome.

"Not all, do you know what the assassin fainted?" Zhang Guozhong said.

"I said, Dad, don't always be like a nursery aunt? I want to know the principle. I will be the head of Maoshan. You have to go to school to memorize political issues. Tell me quickly!"

"Hey! I'll kill you, a big or small..." Zhang Guozhong was so excited that his precious son was almost annoyed... "Let me tell you, in fact, the assassin fainted and went crazy. It was not that he really invited the god, but that he invited the ghost! This ghost is not someone else's, but Taoist Master Song Guangyang himself! When the formation took effect, the person who casted the spell was actually dead. The caster must use his soul to defend the things in the formation, so it is called the loyal formation! And this formation recognizes people and things. For whom it is deployed, it can only protect whoever it wants, and no one else wants to benefit from it!"

"Ah? Dead?" Zhang Yicheng looked surprised, "Why? What are you trying to do with him?"

"If you read more books, you won't read them. Don't you know that there is an old Chinese saying, "Swear to die for those who are close friends"?" Zhang Guozhong said.

"You will become a confidant after kneeling for a while? Why are these ancient people so easy to deal with?" Zhang Yicheng looked fresh.

"The word "Yi" is the first of all dynasties in China. The three brothers Liu, Guan and Zhang kowtowed and joined the rank of each other within a few minutes of acquaintance in the market. They were all so moved that they cried. You, if you have time to go out with me in the future, you will read more books! Don't make a fuss about anything!" Zhang Guozhong wanted to take this opportunity to give an example to educate his son to read books and understand history, but he didn't expect that his words would cause trouble again.

"Cry? Why are they crying? By the way, Dad, tell me about the Three Kingdoms..."

The vermilion Santana galloped on the national highway, and inside it was a broken father and a son who was increasingly interested...

After driving for two days, I finally drove to Wuhan. After seeing Shen Guantang, I shook hands and before I could speak, I was pulled to the restaurant by the "Secretary Shen" on the table. Zhang Guozhong quickly knew why Shen Guantang's belly was bigger than that of pregnant women. There were less than ten guests at the big table. However, I ordered more than 30 dishes. I had never enjoyed this treatment when I was recuperating from Uncle Qi's house... I used to hear that Hubei cuisine was delicious, and I had never attended a big banquet. This time I realized that the Wuchang fish mentioned in Chairman Mao's poems was not ordinary delicious, and there was the local Xingyinge beer. According to Zhang Guozhong's words, it was just one word "satisfactory"!

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"Have you seen a ghost?" Zhang Guozhong suddenly asked.

"I have never seen it before... I don't want to see it..." Luo Jinming kept shook his head.

"If I could make you believe that there are indeed some things in this world that cannot be explained by science, would you believe me?" Zhang Guozhong smiled slightly.

"Oh?" Speaking of ghosts, Luo Jinming was not catching a cold, but when it came to something that science could not explain, Luo Jinming was in spirit. What did he do? Reporter! Do you still not learn such things every day?
Chapter completed!