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The Mountain Scripture, Divided from the Nine, The Tibetan Scripture, Released from the present to the present.

Yue Fei was curious — What exactly did Zhang Danian encounter?

Looking over at Zhou Tong, Zhou Tong's expression became more serious, the master and disciple exchanged a look, and Yue Fei said to Zhang Danian: "What did you see?"

Zhang Danian laughed bitterly once again: "Cultivator, do you believe what I have said? I still don't believe what I saw that day. "

Yue Fei said in a low voice, "If you say it out loud first, we will make our own judgement."

Zhang Danian sighed and continued, "I opened my eyes and used all my strength to open my eyes. It was only a small crack, and through the crack, I realized that I was inside a milky white cover, what does that cover look like? "It's like a cocoon, surrounded by white mist. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but my hands lacked the strength to do so and could only lie there. I felt like a silkworm trapped in an unknown place …"

Yue Fei frowned and asked: "Where have you been these past few days?"

Zhang Danian nodded his head, "Yes, these few days, I have always been there, I don't know how much time has passed, I was there, sleeping when I woke up, and then I looked around to check out what was inside the cocoon. However, there was only a milky white light inside, and nothing else, and that's all I was in, and what's strange is that inside the cocoon, I actually wasn't hungry, nor thirsty, and after staying inside for a long while, I suddenly felt cold all over my body. Only then did I wake up.

Yue Fei and Zhou Tong looked at each other, and then exchanged another glance. Both of them had the same thought, "This matter is too unimaginable, and it is absolutely impossible.

When Zhang Danian saw the half-believing and half-doubting look of, Zhang Danian felt a little sad in his heart, but he still comforted himself: "The martial arts teacher and this old mister don't believe in me, so it's no wonder. Even I am feeling dreamy about my own experience that day, and I don't feel anything real about it."

All these years, too many strange things had happened to him.

Over the years, there had been far too many people who didn't believe in him.

Zhang Danian was the son of the owner of the Lin'an.

The owner's name was Zhang, and was Zhang Dayu. His skin was dark, but Zhang Danian's skin was snow-white and tender, which was clearly different from Zhang Dayu's.

Zhang Dayu's eyes were small, his nose was flat, and he had a big mouth. Zhang Danian was handsome, with white teeth and red lips.

When Zhang Danian was young, Zhang Dayu liked to let Zhang Danian hold onto one of his fingers, and walk all the way from the eastern street of the Lin'an Palace to the western street, and then stroll all the way back from the western street.

Along the way, they were met with the envious gazes of the neighbors. Occasionally one or two merchants would joke with him: "Boss Zhang, is this your son? It doesn't look like you. Is it for you that sister-in-law is a lover? "

Zhang Dayu laughed out loud. "Yes, this is my son's new year, which is more than a year. I think it's all like me. " They laughed the whole way back.

Naturally, he was not annoyed by those words.

Zhang Danian was small, so he didn't understand anything either. Once he returned home, he found Zhang Dayu and asked in a tearful voice, "Daddy, the second dog brother next door said that I'm not your son?"

Zhang Dayu glared: Why not? You want to look in a mirror? "You don't look like me?"

Zhang Danian thought for a bit and really looked in a copper mirror, looked in the mirror, and then pointed at his own handsome face. He said with a depressed face: "Father, I, I feel that I am still not like you …"

Zhang Dayu was a little embarrassed, seeing that he did not deceive him, he continued to coax him: "My good son, although you are not like me, but you look like your mother, right?"

Only then did Zhang Danian become happy, because he knew that his mother was indeed beautiful.

Behind the scenes, people often said that their mother had planted a fresh flower on the cow dung.

Zhang Danian didn't like others comparing his father to cow dung, because this cow dung father was too kind to him.

If he was a bit older, Zhang Dayu and the others would not be able to fool Zhang Danian. After all, Zhang Danian later found out that his mother only married him after his father became the owner of the silks, and at that time, Zhang Danian was already here.

Before that, his father was a fisherman who caught fish by the side of the Qiantang River.

Some were smart, but they had never studied, and if there were no accidents, they would be fishermen for life.

Seeing that he could no longer hide anything, Zhang Dayu finally told him the full story of Zhang Danian's origins on a summer's night.

It turned out that when Zhang Dayu caught a fish, he felt that the fish net was a little heavy. Who knew that after he put away the fish net, he would find a rectangular black iron box in the middle of the net?

On the other side of the iron box, there were two carved tigers with eight words on each side of the box. How could Zhang Dayu recognize those eight words?

The iron box was heavy and had a simple texture. The two tigers carved on the box were lively and lifelike. In his heart, he felt that this iron box must be worth a lot more than any big fish.

Zhang Dayu liked it. He immediately put away the fish net, covered the iron box under the net and sneaked back home.

He did not want others to know about the iron box. Although he had not studied, but a man's wealth was his own fault.

Along the way, Zhang Dayu felt that the inside of the iron box was heavy, he didn't know what it was.

As he nervously walked home, Zhang Dayu placed the iron box onto a shabby table. After examining it for a while, he realized that there was an exquisite lock on the side of the iron box.

Zhang Dayu muttered in his heart, not sure if he could open this lock. He immediately pressed both hands on the locking mechanism, and with such a forceful press, the locking mechanism was flipped open with a "pa" sound.

Zhang Dayu was overjoyed, and immediately opened up the iron box. When the lid of the box was opened, he saw a baby boy with snow-white skin lying inside with his eyes closed.

The baby was chubby, breathing evenly, wrapped in a thin quilt. The quilt was embroidered with unknown flowers and plants.

Those flowers and plants were actually embroidered with golden threads.

Zhang Dayu was overjoyed. This blanket was probably worth dozens of silver.

No, if the golden threads were to be extracted from the blanket, wouldn't that mean that he would earn a small sum?

Zhang Dayu immediately liked this boy.

Carefully lifting the male infant up, Zhang Dayu discovered that there was a layer of golden bricks underneath the iron box.

This time, Zhang Dayu was even more overjoyed.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, "This baby boy is a gift from heaven. Please don't let him go."

So just like this, Zhang Dayu left the baby boy behind, and then begged the village teacher to give him a name.

The teacher, Mr. Yu, lied to Zhang Dayu and said, "This child is full of talent, he will not be able to establish a kingdom as a marquis in the future, but he will definitely not be able to spend all of his money. He will just have to choose a lucky name with more than one year of work to go by, how about this, let's choose the first two words, Da Nian, Zhang Danian!"

Zhang Dayu frowned and laughed, then bowed to Master Yu and thanked him for the name.

Just like this, Zhang Danian became Zhang Dayu's son. Starting from a small iron box, he began to live a different life.