I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 82 - Two Cards

Chapter 82: Two Cards

Ling Pingan raised his head as he yawned and looked at the clock.

It was already seven o’clock in the evening.

“The Hero of Canyon is just so-so!” He looked at the enemy crystal that had exploded on the screen of his phone and smiled smugly.

His account had been unblocked last night.

However, he had been busy typing yesterday and had forgotten about this.

Today, he was naturally engrossed in the battle of the canyon.

Not to mention, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Gaming was just the same theory.

The battle of the canyon had once again become fun for Ling Pingan.

After playing for the whole day, he had won at least twenty games but only lost three games.

This account had forcefully ranked first in the national server.

Putting down his phone, the bookshop owner, who paid a lot of attention to his health, began to get up and stretch his muscles.

Then, he sat down, ordered takeout, and turned on the television.

The evening news was reported on the television.

“Today, the navy fleet of our country in the Kingdom of Malin and the navy of the Kingdom of Malin have held their annual military exercises…

“The armies of the two countries have jointly conducted several subjects, including naval artillery bombardment, maritime rescue, personnel transportation, and missile drills…”

“The King of Marlin and the First Minister of the Marlin Cabinet have watched this exercise together… and they have highly appraised the quality of the officers and soldiers partic.i.p.ating in the exercise!”

On the television screen, the joint operations of the navy destroyers and frigates appeared, as well as the joint drills of the marines and armored forces.

Ling Pingan watched the news in a daze. Because fourteen years ago, his parents had stepped onto the land of Kunlun Province from the Marlin naval base.

He turned around and looked at the family photo in the cupboard.

The photo in the photo frame was a little blurry due to improper maintenance.

Ling Pingan looked at it and sighed.

He walked over, took down the photo frame, and held it in his hand.

The photo was blurry that he could no longer see the appearance of the family of three.

He gently stroked the last image of his parents in the world.

His hand touched something behind the photo frame.

He curiously took it out and found that it was a small card.

There were words written on the card.

He took the card and walked to the counter.

After looking at it, he frowned. “Strange!”

“Why would someone write a historical story on this card?”

On the card, there was a story written with a pen.

That was a story that many people had read when they were in school.

During the Warring States period, the state of Qin was powerful. South Korea was afraid that the state of Qin would attack them. Therefore, the water conservancy expert, the state of Zheng, went to the state of Qin to carry out the plan of tiring the state of Qin in the name of building a water conservancy channel.

He used the Water Conservancy project to delay the state of Qin’s attack on South Korea.

Later, when the matter was exposed, the state of Zheng said to the king of Qin, “At first, I was acting in order to cause dissension, but when the ca.n.a.l is completed it will surely be a benefit to Qin. I have been working for the South Korean for years, and it was for Qin’s contribution to the world.”

The King of Qin was incredibly pleased, so he ordered the state of Zheng to continue to build the ca.n.a.l.

After the ca.n.a.l was completed, the King of Qin conquered the six states.

He looked at the card, which was copied almost everything from historical materials.

Ling Pingan scratched his head and turned the card over. He found that there was a paragraph on the back, “How would a person who drinks dove poison to quench his thirst, not knowing the strength of the dove poison? Without it, one would die if they didn’t drink it, and one could linger for a moment if they drank it!

“So…” Ling Pingan thought, “my parents once copied this?!”

Thinking of this, he put the card back.

When he put the photo frame back, Ling Pingan realized that there seemed to be a thin book of a family tree behind where the photo frame was placed.

He immediately took it down out of curiosity.

After all, a family tree was the thing that most affected the hearts of the people in the country.

That was because a family tree was something that could tell every single person in the federal who they were and where they came from?

Ling Pingan took down the thin book of a family tree and realized that it was covered in dust.

He blew on the dust and saw the name of the family tree.

“The family tree of the Ling Clan of Jingchu”.

“So…” Ling Pingan scratched his head. “My ancestor’s surname is Ling?”

“This is a rare surname!”

He flipped open the family tree and looked at the words on it. He finally knew that his ancestral home was in Jingchu.

Two hundred years ago, they moved to Guangnan.

When his ancestors were in Jingchu, they were the famous local family, who worshiped G.o.d and ghosts. They worshipped the Youth G.o.d for generations.

Ling Pingan knew some about the Youth G.o.d.

The infant protector G.o.d described in the poet “Nine Songs” of the famous poet Qu Yuan, was a G.o.d that Jingchu was worshipped during the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States Periods.

Looking at the words on the family tree, Ling Pingan knew that his family had been pa.s.sing the tradition down from generation to generation.

Every male of every generation of the Ling family existed as a G.o.d devotee who served the Youth G.o.d.

It was not until two hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, that the entire family moved away from their hometown of Jingchu and came to Guangnan to live and work in peace.

Since then, the Ling Clan had changed to the Ling family.

After reading the family tree, Ling Pingan smiled.

“I didn’t expect my ancestor to be a G.o.d believer!” As a firm materialist, Ling Pingan was not interested in those feudal superst.i.tions. He would use them as material only when writing novels.

Just as he was about to put the family tree back, a small card suddenly fell out from the pages of the family tree.

Ling Pingan picked it up and looked at it. It was a pa.s.sage from the Tao-Te Ching (Tao’s Teaching).

“The skillful masters of the Tao in old times….” he read the words on it. “with a subtle and exquisite penetration, comprehended its mysteries, and were deep, so as to elude men’s knowledge…”

“It’s the 15th chapter of the Tao-Te Ching!” He laughed.

As a web writer, how could he not read the Tao-Te Ching?

Therefore, he knew that the 15th chapter of the Tao-Te Ching was about the saints’ situation that Lao Tzu described.

In Lao Tzu’s description, the so-called saints were a kind of existence that others could not understand or recognize.

They were nameless and shapeless, indescribable.

They were distant and profound, with infinite wisdom.

Outsiders cannot perceive the existence of the saint, but they can perceive a great way of the Saint subtly.

Outsiders would not understand the movements of the saint.

Outsiders would not understand the actions of the saint.

In short, it is a very pretentious, elegant, and refined high-dimensional existence.

It is above all things, representing the ultimate truth and rules of the universe.

Human beings needed to learn and follow their path and wisdom.

In the end, it was new and hidden.

That was also the theme of this article.

Ling Pingan chuckled. “I didn’t expect one of my ancestors to like reading the Tao-te Ching!”

“This must be the Tao-te Ching he copied!”

As he said this, he carefully put the card into the family tree book and put it back where it was, and then closed the window.

But he did not know, nor could he see.

From the moment he saw the first card, the kitten, Bastet had already stood up.

And around him, there were pairs of evil eyes that surrounded him.

One by one, indescribable monsters looked at him nervously.

It was obvious that these things were afraid, nervous, and uneasy.

Finally, when Ling Pingan put the family tree book back, they scattered away in all directions as if they were relieved.

On the gla.s.s door of the bookstore, a huge eye-opening.

It mercilessly glanced at those monsters.

Then, punishment came.

In the eye, strange-shaped whips were released. These whips rolled up those terrifying and indescribable monsters and threw them around.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Mournful howls lingered in the bookstore.

The entire world shook upon their wails.

The kitten, Bastet, trembled and curled her body. She leaned against the computer and carefully laid down.