There were not many cameras in the park.
There were only a few surveillance cameras on the main roads.
Therefore, Song Shihui realized that he had lost track of the target.
Fortunately, there were drones on standby.
With an order, a few small drones flew over the park.
These drones were all active reconnaissance equipment brought back from the military.
They could carry out missions in the harshest environment.
The military-grade night vision camera on board quickly found traces of the target.
Dozens of people gathered on a secluded path in the park.
The ancient god was mixed in the crowd.
Opposite them, a bare-chested man with a red cloth had his eyes closed.
Behind him stood a little girl.
Song Shihui immediately became serious.
That was because the LCD screen in front of him had automatically matched the files and information of the father and daughter.
First was the father.
Qin Sheng, male, 32 years old, Yuelu University\'s Jingchu Cultural Research Institute, Professor, Deputy Director of Qu Zi Cultural Research Institute..
But these were not the key.
The key was the Blackguard file at the back.
Registration Number: Chu Jiasan, Transcendent being Qin Sheng.
Strength Assessment: Lieutenant Colonel!
Potential Estimation: Major General!
Cultivation Techniques reported: Taiyin Spirit Concentration Technique, Yun Mengyi Arithmetic, Cloud Supporting Spirit Technique.
Criminal Record: None.
Illegal Record: None.
Note: The Qin family of Jingchu, passed down from Taizong, has cooperated with the Blackguard with the Supporting Spirit Technique for generations. They have assisted the Blackguard many times to complete missions and have repeatedly received the\ 'First-Class Gentleman Medal\'.
Song Shihui\'s expression suddenly froze.
Lord Yun Zhongjun?
He remembered the records of the ancient god in the Blackguard\'s files.
The Ling family was originally the Ling family of Jingchu... Their ancestor, Ling An, was Gao Zongchen...
Their family had worshiped and sacrificed to the Young Arbiter of Fate for generations and were on good terms with the imperial concubines...
But one day, the entire family disappeared.
When they appeared in front of the world again, the Ling family only had this ancient god left.
The Blackguard had suspected that he had a close relationship with the Young Arbiter of Fate.
However, all the subsequent signs showed that he was not related to any of the gods in the Jiuge Divine System.
According to the Blackguard\'s own investigation, none of the families in Jingchu who had a close relationship with the Jiuge Divine System had any relationship with the former Ling family or the current Ling family.
At most, they found records in the files of some families that their ancestors had been friends with the Ling family.
They had also searched for Ling An and the Ling family when they disappeared.
However, as time passed and the old man passed away, most people forgot about the Ling Family.
This included Qin Sheng, who had also been questioned before.
Of course, the signboard was: Special matters will be investigated later.
This was the traditional policy of the Blackguard. It was used to monitor and investigate the transcendent families and the awakened consciousness of the gods within the territory.
Therefore …
Song Shihui thought of a possibility.
"The families of Jingchu have all forgotten about the Ling Family …"
This was the truth!
The Blackguard's examination system was very detailed.
It was impossible to miss out on something like this.
Because the one in charge of the investigation was a general!
Moreover, it was Lu Anming, known as a humanoid lie detector in the Blackguard.
What he cultivated was the Secret Technique of the Perfected Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao that the Federal Empire had found in the ruins of the Guanjiang River.
In his early years, he had a fortuitous encounter and obtained the recognition of the Holy Emperor Guan, the guardian spirit of the empire.
Because of this, very few people could hide from him.
But …
Others might have forgotten, but that didn't mean the Ling Clan would.
Especially this Ancient God …
An almost omniscient and omnipotent Ancient God.
An Ancient God whose status was suspected to be the same as Buddha and Daofather.
He must know the past of his' ancestor '.
Therefore, when he discovered that there were descendants of his old friends who had come to his territory, it was reasonable for him to come out to take a look!
With this thought in mind, Song Shihui stared at the screen.
Soon, the scene on the screen seemed to confirm his guess.
The Ancient God only looked at it and did not go forward to speak.
However …
This revealed a possible fact to Song Shihui and the entire Blackguard.
He recalled the inexplicable smile when he went out.
Song Shihui knew that he might be hinting at something to the Blackguard.
Something that might be related to his origin.
He …
It was very likely that he had a close relationship with the Jiuge God System.
Even if it wasn't the supreme god of the Jiuge God System, Taiyi.
Thinking about it, he was also very close to Taiyi.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui picked up a phone. After the call was connected, he ordered, "I order that the Jiuge God System Research Institute be immediately formed..."
"Invite all the families of Jingchu to send members to participate..."
"I want to know everything about the Jiuge Gods!"
In the past, the Blackguard did not pay much attention to this matter.
The reason was that after investigation, the Blackguard did not find that this Ancient God was related to the Jiuge God System.
But now …
Things had changed.
Clues to his origin could perhaps be found from the Jiuge God System.
…..
Ling Ping'an squeezed into the crowd and watched the father and daughter's performance.
At this time, they had already carried out the Fuji three times.
"It's quite interesting..."
He smiled and nodded.
Unfortunately …
As far as he was concerned, that was probably the case.
The Fuji was similar to a fortune-teller.
The difference was that the fortune-teller relied on measuring the eight characters of the birth, while the Fuji mixed some cultural cultivation into it.
Especially that man, his academic cultivation was very high.
He wrote in the dustpan with a pen.
Every time he wrote a comment, it was a poem.
Of course, just like the fortune-teller, the so-called Fuji relied on vague words and speculation of people's psychology to achieve its goal.
As a web novel author, Ling Ping'an's heart was as clear as a mirror.
"It's a different story!" As he thought, he carried his cat and quietly walked out of the crowd.
This kind of thing was enough to watch the show.
But what he didn't expect was that a moment after he left.
The man who had been sitting on the ground with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a pair of pure black eyes that were like black jade.
At the same time, the pen in his hand seemed to have lost control and began to write on the fine sand of the dustpan.
They were all ancient small dictionaries.
As he wrote, he also began to recite.
"If you can't see it, it's called Yi. If you can't hear it, it's called Hope. If you can't fight it, it's called Wei!"
The man was inexplicably shocked.
He looked at the bronze statue in front of him.
On the statue that had been worshiped for several years, there was a little white obscure object slowly circulating in his psionic sense.
He reached over and gently stroked it.
The statue had already been blessed.
The power of the moon from Lord Yunzhong was gathering.
"I've succeeded!" He muttered to himself in disbelief.
There were extremely strict requirements for the Qin family's Fuji technique to be successful.
Not only did it require cultivators to cultivate hard, stay away from glory and wealth, and walk barefoot.
During this journey, he still needed to cultivate and practice continuously.
To eliminate the difficulties of the common people and work for the world.
Only in this way could one succeed and obtain the recognition of Lord Yunzhong. After obtaining his recognition, one would truly have the qualifications to worship Lord Yunzhong.
In the past two hundred years, only a few people in the Qin family had achieved this achievement.
Because it was too difficult!
His father had always been one step away from success in his entire life.
In the past few years, he had traveled the world barefoot, but his progress had always been slow.
However, he didn't expect that today, he would inexplicably obtain the recognition of Lord Yunzhong!
"What's going on?" He muttered to himself.
He lowered his head and looked at the dustpan. On the fine sand in the dustpan, there were small characters listed on it.
"These three cannot be questioned..."
"If the top is not handed over, the bottom is not hidden..."
"The rope cannot be named, and it returns to nothing..."
"It is called the formless state, the image of nothing! It is called a trance! "
"When you meet, you don't see the head, and when you follow, you don't see the back!"
"The Tao Te Ching!" He muttered to himself.
As a high-level intellectual, he naturally dabbled in the Tao Te Ching.
Therefore, he knew the meaning of this article and had read countless research papers.
In the academic field, in the transcendent being field.
Therefore, he knew that no matter which field the researcher was in, they would not hesitate to point out what this Tao Te Ching was talking about?
Saint!
In the academic field, it referred to the moral level of the ancient sages.
Three kings and five emperors...
And in the transcendent being field...
The Tao Te Ching was the work of the Dao Ancestor.
The Saint described was an existence above immortals and gods!
An existence that even the Dao Ancestor was pursuing.
So...
Just now, there was a 'Saint' in front of me?
He helped me casually?
The man stood up and looked around.
He only saw a thin figure walking lightly on the steps.
Step by step, the figure finally walked into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.
Vaguely, he heard a cat meow.
Meow!
The soft meow of the cat swayed his soul.
"Dad..." his daughter behind him pulled his arm and handed him a phone. "Phone!"
He lowered his head and saw the number.
404001.
The exclusive communication number of the Blackguard.
He took it and answered the phone.
"Yes..."
"I'm Qin Sheng..."
The voice on the phone was gentle and powerful.
He nodded, "I'll be right there!"
Then, he looked at the people who were still looking at him, bowed deeply, and bowed, "Thank you for your support..."
"I have something to do today, so I'll pack up now!"
… …
Ling Ping'an hugged his cat and slowly walked along a path up the mountain in the park towards the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, neon lights could be vaguely seen.
It was a wine shop that young people often went to.
Ling Ping'an had also been there when he was young.
He had a little impression of it...
He remembered that at that time, many young people around him would call their friends and come to the top of the mountain in the park.
Other than a wine shop, there seemed to be an ice-skating rink and a karaoke hall.
However, the road up the mountain was a little long.
He needed to walk up step by step.
In the past, there was a direct road on the mountain, but it was later sealed by the main residence.
The reason was that young people often got drunk on the mountain and then rode motorcycles or cars to cause trouble in the park.
Then, a few vicious incidents happened and complaints were filed.
The municipal authorities decisively sealed the road!
As for why they didn't seal the facilities on the mountain as well?
Ling Ping'an heard that it seemed to be because of the wine shop on the mountain or something. There was someone behind it.
They had helped and lobbied the municipal authorities.
In addition, the municipal authorities were reluctant to pay taxes, so they didn't seal it.
Of course, other than that, there were also some voices circulating among the people.
Some people said that the owner of the wine shop on the mountain was a monster.
And he was a monster from the government.
The kind with a solid background and background.
Therefore, all the monsters in Jiangcheng City would come to the wine shop on the mountain to play.
This was purely a lie.
Because Ling Ping'an remembered that he often came here to play when he was young.
He had never seen anything like a monster.
Thinking of this, he laughed, "I remember when I was young, I wanted to bring a few friends here for an adventure..."
"But they didn't dare to come!"
"Cowards!"
Thinking of this, he laughed and at the same time, he mocked himself, "No wonder when I was young, no friends were willing to play with me..."
In the past, he and his friends happily climbed the wall in the industrial park and fished frogs by the river.
But later, when he slowly grew up, he was about eight years old.
Because his parents were not at home, he lived with his aunt and the bookstore was handed over to the old man in the countryside to take care of.
He herded sheep and became bolder and bolder.
Therefore, he always liked to argue with his friends.
His favorite thing to do was to go to the 'haunted house' that others talked about.
It was said that the fiercer it was, the more he liked to go.
Because at that time, he already had the idea of materialism.
He didn't believe in ghosts or monsters.
Therefore, slowly, no friends were willing to play with him.
Who was willing to go to the haunted house with him?
Who had the guts to dance in the legendary haunted house in the middle of the night?
Not to mention the so-called 'Monster Wine Shop' on the mountain.
That was a place that many adults didn't let children come to!
Walking slowly, Ling Ping'an walked to the top of the mountain.
This was a small hill. It wasn't big, at most three to five acres.
But there were several buildings in this small place.
The most eye-catching one was a wine shop.
Countless light ribbons decorated the outer wall of the wine shop.
Ling Ping'an walked to the door and looked at the plaque: Soul Wine Shop.
"Oh..." he was surprised, "It's still the same sign!"
Unfortunately, there was no one outside the wine shop.
He walked to the door and listened to the sound inside.
Just like in the past, there were popular songs from decades ago playing inside.
"Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road..."
"It's still the same aesthetic!" Ling Ping'an recalled his memory. It seemed that it was the same when he played here when he was young.
But at that time, he was too young and no one was allowed to enter.
The Empire's law stipulated that people under the age of 20 were prohibited from entering any places of entertainment.
In addition, these places were prohibited from appearing within two kilometers of the school.
"I'm qualified to enter now!" He thought, "Hmm, then let's go in and take a look!"
"Let's see if there are monsters inside!"
This was the thing that he was most curious about when he was young.
Were there monsters in the Soul Wine Shop?
Unfortunately, he was too young at that time.
Moreover, he had always had the idea of obeying the law.
Therefore, as a law-abiding citizen, he could only enjoy the wind at the top of the mountain and listen to songs at the door.
As he grew up, he gradually forgot about these things.
If he hadn't had a sudden idea today, he wouldn't have remembered these things.
Therefore, he carried his pet and gently pushed open the glass door of the wine shop.
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