Dozo America

About the secret of Tao? Will the third uncle leave a riddle for him to guess? Zhen Fan walked over, took the yellow form paper in Mia's hand, and then looked at her doubtfully: "Tell me, what did you find?"

"Do you know where this paper holder is?" Mia smiled a little coquettishly, but also a little proudly. This was the first time that she got ahead of Zhen Fan, so this is something to be very proud of.

"Isn't it the book "Tao Zang"? This is a treasure book of Chinese Taoism, but it is not a secret book. It is sold in many places now." After saying this, Zhen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, "You mean it?

Hidden in this book?" Then he sighed to himself and shook his head.

"You guessed part of it right." Mia smiled proudly, "I looked carefully at the page it was sandwiched in the book. There are a few numbers on this page. You will be interested, eight zero one one.

Two five four seven, do you know what this means?"

"Come on, you can't fool me. There are no such numbers in "Tao Zang"!" Zhen Fan is quite familiar with "Tao Zang". After thinking about it for a while, he knew that there is no way there are these numbers.

of numbers.

"I know, but what if it was written by hand?" Mia took out the book "Tao Zang" from the study room with a smile, and then raised it in her hand, "You must have overlooked something!"

Yes, Zhen Fan did overlook something. He read "Tao Zang" relatively early. When he was a teenager, he basically read it by heart. But for the "Tao Zang" left by his third uncle, he just casually read it.

I looked through it and did not participate in the research carefully. If I overlooked some details, this is also excusable.

"Show it to me!" Zhen Fan stretched out his hand towards Mia, took the book handed over by Mia, and then Mia turned to the page. Pointing to a line of extremely small numbers, she said to Zhen Fan,

"Look, there they are!"

It was a number written in a series of Chinese characters. Zhen Fan was stunned. The words were written very small, and there were some Chinese characters between the words, because Mia expressed them. If they were not marked, it would not be possible at all.

I don’t know if this is still a series of numbers.

"This is not accurate, there are numbers on it. Why don't you connect them in series!" Zhen Fan quickly discovered the problem. There are several numbers here, why were they filtered out?

"I knew you would ask that, because of this!" Mia suddenly took out the yellow paper and placed it on the page. It could just cover the entire text part of the book, and the text part happened to be in the form of a square.

Just like this book, it is square.

Moreover, this yellow paper is not a thicker one. Instead, it is as thin as a low-quality product, and it is so thin in several places that light can shine through.

"Have you seen it?" Mia said to Zhen Fan with a smile, "The transparent part!"

Yes, it looks like a low-quality transparent part, but a few Chinese characters appear, and they are numbers written in Chinese characters. These are the numbers that Mia said were marked just now.

"This may be a coincidence!" Mr. Zhen Da didn't want to admit defeat just like that. He continued to raise his questions. "And what do these numbers represent? Birthday? Password? Or an anniversary?"

Zhen Fan's question really stumped Mia, so she simply spread her hands in a rogue manner, smiled at Zhen Fan and said: "I have solved the first half of the secret, then the rest is up to you!

"

Zhen Fan was speechless. He looked at Mia and felt that this woman was no longer as submissive as before. After getting more and more familiar with him, she became more like a partner, or even a close friend who could make people feel reassured. When he thought of this, he shook his head.

Sigh, but Mia knows a lot about how to advance and retreat. She knows when to be a little less tempered in front of Zhen Fan and when to behave like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Okay, let's take a look at these sets of numbers. I hope it is a set of super lottery numbers, and then I will make tens of millions of dollars or hundreds of millions of dollars." Zhen Fan laughed, and then faced Mia

Said, "Go back to sleep, don't waste your time on this."

Zhen Fan said and walked into the bathroom: "I've been tired all night today. It's almost dawn. You have to take the exam tomorrow. Although... you are very energetic, it's better to get some sleep.

, I’ll call you when the time is up!”

Opening the bathroom door, Zhen Fan nestled in the bathtub, soaking in the hot water very comfortably, but his mind couldn't help but think about the numbers Mia said. Maybe they were really some kind of secret? Just why?

Third uncle, why don't you tell me? You have to play this kind of mental game with yourself.

After thinking about it, he took a nap in the bathtub. When he woke up and put on his pajamas and came out, Mia was no longer in the living room. Outside the window, a hint of bluish-white color was revealed, and it was almost dawn.

Zhen Fan went back to the room and took a deep sleep. When he got up, he felt much better, but a feeling of weakness gradually emerged in his heart. Although he had exercised his body, he had reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

degree, but after all, I am a mortal body.

Sometimes you can use magic and your own strong consciousness to resist some harm, and even do things that go against the laws of nature. It is not against the laws of nature, but using the laws of nature to do something. But once you lose the magic and

With the protection of super strong consciousness, I am just a physically strong person.

Such a body cannot resist bullets and explosions, nor can it withstand the power of nature. In the final analysis, I am not in the realm of physical ascension mentioned in Taoism, so I cannot escape the life, old age, illness and death of this world. Even if I can survive

A very long time, there will always be a day of aging.

The third uncle died of old age, Zhen Fan knew. Even after he and his master lived for a long time, they still couldn't escape the shadow of death. This was caused by the gradual aging of their body functions, and it was not caused by some ghost or god.

Death when the soul or disease takes away life is when the cells of the body age one by one and eventually lose their vitality.

Thinking of this, Zhen Fan even felt that his physical body was not as good as an entity like Mia's condensed soul. But once Mia became a real human body, she would fall into the same dilemma as a real human being -

The laws of nature, the cycle of birth, old age, illness and death.

However, if the entity condensed by the soul is not refined into a human being, it will be easily disturbed by the power of nature, and even a powerful thunder will cause her body to dissipate.

"Alas, if you practice Taoism, you still can't escape the way of nature." Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly felt that he still had such restless inner demons hidden in him. He quickly controlled his mind to prevent such thoughts from spreading. This way of practicing Taoism

People's biggest taboos and inner demons are difficult to overcome, so they will become possessed and fall into the devil's path.

Mia got up earlier than Zhen Fan as always. When Zhen Fan left the room, she had already laid out breakfast and was waiting for Zhen Fan. When she saw Zhen Fan coming over, she just smiled slightly, which reminded Zhen Fan of yesterday.

He forgot about what he had said to wake her up, and smiled a little awkwardly.

Mia didn't say anything. She had breakfast with Zhen Fan and then went out. Zhen Fan decided to drive his Escalade and the two of them headed to Los Angeles together.

The tense atmosphere can be seen along the way. There are police cars patrolling with sirens constantly along the way. There are also more police officers on the streets. On the road leading to Los Angeles, police cars often roar past. At the entrance to Los Angeles, Zhen

Fan's car was still stopped.

"Driver's license!" the policeman motioned towards Zhen Fan expressionlessly.

"Didn't you already catch those who caused the explosion?" Zhen Fan handed over his driver's license while chatting with the police, "We watched the news last night. There was such a big commotion, but thank God. It was finally exempted.

There will be no future trouble."

"Of course, but in order to prevent similar incidents from happening, we must conduct strict interrogations. Okay, buddy, you can go!" The policeman waved his hand towards Zhen Fan and motioned for him to move forward.

"You did something big yesterday?" Mia looked at him with a smile, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No, I just asked the Middle Eastern man where his accomplices were. Now it seems..." Zhen Fan paused, and then looked at the police cars outside seriously, "The Middle Eastern man told me

Yeah, so yesterday there was a shootout in a villa in Los Angeles, and four terrorists were shot and killed, that’s it!”

"You are such a good person!" Mia said, and she didn't know if it was a compliment or a disparagement, maybe it was a neutral word. Anyway, Zhen Fan didn't care about the label of this good person.

The car stopped in the parking lot of the Merriette Hotel on Rodeo Avenue. Mia got out of the car and looked at Zhen Fan: "I can take a taxi back!" This meant telling Zhen Fan that there was no need to wait here.

By myself.

"It's okay, I'll walk around and go back together when we're done!" Zhen Fan rejected Mia's thoughtful suggestion.

Mia smiled, turned around and entered the hotel. It was estimated that after the exam, it would be around four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhen Fan looked at his watch. It was only around nine o'clock in the morning. There was nothing to do. He couldn't wander around.

Well, there are a lot of police officers on the street now, and they are walking around showing a tense atmosphere, which is not interesting.

After thinking about it, I decided to walk around casually. This time I couldn't help but go to the place where the explosion occurred yesterday. The explosion place had been cleaned up, but there were some more flowers on the ground and some lit candles. There were

Several people were squatting on the ground, muttering something in a low voice. Then someone made the sign of the cross on their chest.

"God bless you, my baby!" A woman kissed the ground with tears on her face. She also held a photo of a five or six-year-old girl in her hand. From the photo, it can be seen that the little girl is quite cute.

There were two other people hugging each other silently, kneeling on the ground, playing with the flowers in their hands. In this way, they mourned the relatives, friends, children and even strangers who died in the explosion but were lost here. man of life.

Suddenly, a low but melodious saxophone sound came over. A wandering street artist was playing this sad tune. The long and trembling sound made Zhen Fan feel a little complacent after helping the policeman solve the case. It became depressed.

"What is Tao?" Such a thought suddenly came to him from the bottom of his heart.

"What is life and death?"

Zhen Fan suddenly felt that he was neglecting something. Is personal cultivation the Tao? Or is it just a minor Tao? So what is the Tao?

The saxophone was still playing, which made Zhen Fan feel a little depressed. Looking from a distance, the candles swaying in the wind, the people kissing the photos, and the people hugging each other and praying, turned out to be like a group of people. This frozen picture stayed in front of Zhen Fan for a long time... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!