The Police Called Me For The Filing, Revealing Me, A Master - Chapter 715:

Chapter 715: Kicking Over the Worldly Road with Two Feet, Carrying All the Worries of the Past and Present with One Shoulder (5)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When he wrote this poem, Su Yun could clearly sense that Wang Chongyang’s state of mind had changed greatly. There was helplessness, sadness, and even more pain. Not long after, Wang Chongyang erased these words from the wall himself. Then, he turned around and left resolutely.

When Su Yun returned to his senses, he could still clearly see the obvious scratch on the wall. This was the place where Wang Chongyang had erased the poem.

“The living dead are the living dead. Living like the dead was the cause, the worries in the tomb can’t be seen. I’ve turned my mortal heart into dust.” As Su Yun muttered, he frowned. “What do these words mean? Why did Wang Chongyang personally erase these words back then? Even in the records circulating in the future, there was no mention of a word.”

To Su Yun’s surprise, the old Daoist priest beside him looked at Su Yun in shock. “How did the Dao Ancestor know the entire poem?”

Su Yun opened his mouth and was about to explain when he thought of this matter. He really could not explain. He could not say that he had seen it with his own eyes after absorbing the supernatural aura just now, right?

However, before Su Yun could answer, the old Daoist priest looked at Su Yun excitedly and said, “When Grandmaster left the Tomb of the Living Dead, he still had great regret in his heart. He was vexed that he had clearly entered the Dao but had not comprehended the Dao. And what you said just now is the regret left behind by Grandmaster. The reason for his regret is you!”

Upon hearing that, Su Yun stood rooted to the ground as if he had been struck by lightning. “Daoist priest, what do you mean by this?”

The old Daoist priest sighed softly and slowly walked into the house. A moment later, he took out a small wooden box. When the wooden box was opened, there was a faded scroll inside. “This is a brush and ink passed down from generation to generation in our lineage. It was personally written by Grandmaster. You should take a look yourself.”

Su Yun opened the ancient scroll in puzzlement. The ink treasures inside surged in front of him. He was completely stunned on the spot because the content shocked him. These were the calligraphy treasures that Wang Chongyang had left for his seven disciples. Although the content was obscure, Su Yun could easily understand it.

After he entered the Tomb of the Living Dead, he began to painstakingly comprehend the Dao, wanting to find a completely different lifestyle from before. He didn’t have any achievements in his early years, which made Wang Chongyang extremely depressed.

After locking himself in the Tomb of Living Dead, he began to recite Daoist classics and kept asking himself some questions.

What exactly was the Dao?

Where exactly was the road?

Such days have passed for seven years. Just as Wang Chongyang was in seclusion for the third year, he suddenly became a Transcendent one day. However, in this ancient scroll, Wang Chongyang called this feeling enlightenment.

Wang Chongyang entered a transcendent state which lasted for a full two minutes. In these two minutes, he comprehended a lot. In the next few years, he had always wanted to find this feeling of enlightenment, but the supernatural state never descended from his body again.

In the seventh year, Wang Chongyang decided to come out of seclusion and wrote all his insights in the past seven years on the wall.

Just as Wang Chongyang wrote the last sentence, he suddenly entered the supernatural state again. It was also this time that he suddenly understood why he had not been able to continue advancing in the Dao technique for the past seven years.

In this note that was similar to Wang Chongyang’s will, he mentioned this sentence.

“The Dao Ancestor has yet to return. It’s difficult for anyone in the world to impart their cultivation. How can ordinary people have the Dao of cultivation?

“I hated that I was born at the wrong time and could not be born when the Dao Ancestor returned. I had spent seven years in vain. Although I comprehended the Dao, I could not enter the Dao. Although I peeped at the Dharma, I could not obtain the law.

“I have the intention to establish Quanzhen, just to leave the Dao Fire for the disciples of the sect. One day, the Dao Ancestor will return. There will be Dao in the world and there will be Dharma to cultivate. The descendants will naturally continue. The world will be clear!”

At that moment, Su Yun’s eyes were filled with shock.

Firstly, this was the first person he knew who had entered the supernatural state twice in his life. And when he finally understood it, he knew that the Dao he sought was difficult to survive. It was because the Dao Ancestor had yet to return. There was no way to enter the world, let alone the path of cultivation!

When Su Yun looked up again, he saw the old Daoist priest tearing up again.

From his point of view, Su Yun was the Dao Ancestor that his grandmaster had mentioned. Now that the Dao Ancestor had arrived, it meant that Dao techniques and cultivation would continue. The Dao Ancestor was about to return to his position.

From the old Daoist priest’s next words, Su Yun finally understood why there was such a person here. This old Daoist was the only disciple of Qiu Chuji’s sect to date. He had been in this tomb for generations just to guard his grandmaster’s cultivation place.

Almost every generation waited for the Dao Ancestor to return, but in the end, every generation could only die of depression. The old Daoist priest had already accepted his fate. After knowing that Su Yun’s matter had been made public on the Internet, he saw hope again.

However, because there was no successor in his generation, the old Daoist priest could not leave this place. This was also why the old Daoist priest was so excited after seeing Su Yun.

Through chatting, Su Yun learned that the old Daoist priest was already in his eighties this year. He was worried that no one would guard this place after he left, so he forced himself to hold on every day.