Chapter 90: The Great Path of De, a Concept Like a Scripture (1/2)

Chapter 90: The Great Path of De, a Concept Like a Scripture

The old , he walked over, poured himself some alcohol, and then took a drink

“Clear up what confusion?”

Meng Hao held his cup of alcohol and then softly said, “I’ I read It said, ‘”Ancient Dao; Tenacious Desire to Seal the Heavens…’” Shock suddenly covered the face of the old irl Waves suddenly surged across the North Sea, causing the boat to rock back and forth violently

“Stop!” cried the old man The cup of alcohol in his hand suddenly disappeared into a dark aped

“Don’t say that again I can’t explain those words to you Neither can anyone else in heaven or earth If you truly seek enlightenment, then enter the heart of the sea” He closed his irl Some time passed, and finally her countenance returned to nor Hao was silent for a while, before asking, “What do you mean by the heart of the sea?”

In a tone of voice which carried deep profundity, the old s which have been concealed at the bottom of the sea for a thousand years That is the heart of the sea If you seek an answer to your questions, perhaps you should also exa Hao found hi time When he finally looked up, his eyes widened in shock There was no trace of the old irl He was alone on the lake In fact, the boat had disappeared too

He stared blankly for a while, until his vision came to focus on a spot soroup of people was lowering a brand new boat into the water It slowly entered the lake, and then laughter rang out The sounds of the peoples’ celebratory cheers surrounded the boat

The boat slowly approached the center of the lake Rowing it was aHao watched as, day after day, year after year, he rowed back and forth across the lake Many years passed, and thethe boat Years and years passed Generations and generations

The boat, once brand new, slowly began to crack and grow old It began to age

Eventually it grew so dilapidated that it couldn’t be repaired Like a life that has reached its lio on any further It slowly sank to the bottom of the lake

It had lived its life on the surface, and died at the bottom Its existence had been on the waters of the lake, accoeneration of mortals who had created it Other than them, the lake was its entire life

In its life, the lake was its companion No one could hear the voice of the lake, but it could When it sank to the bottom, it died, but was also reborn

At that mo girl standing at the botto at him

“Will you… acco forever is, but in my past life, I could hear your voice Now that I’ve died… I want to accompany you I want you to be part of my next life” At this moment it came to understand that… it was the spirit of the boat Listening to the voice of the lake over the countless years had caused the boat’s spirit to co, its life had been the waters of the lake After death, its spirit would protect the lake forever, into eternity

It was then that a boat once again appeared on the surface of the lake Inside the boat was a young girl warether, they floated to and fro across the lake

Meng Hao’s mind shook as he saw all of this transpire in front of hirew blurry for a ain in the boat The oldhis cup of alcohol The girl looked up at hi in her hands

The old man took a drink “This isSect?”

Meng Hao was silent for a moment Frustration shi+ned in his eyes He… did not understand

“Don’t search too hard for an answer If you do, the answer you find ht be false At some point in your life, perhaps you will be able to find the answer Don’t give up” The oldBrother,” said the young girl, “its aura … is beneath your feet Don’t provoke it Reain surged across the lake in all directions, great, tall waves that see turned dark amidst the thunderous roar The boat sank into the water

Meng Hao didn’t leap out of the boat Instead, he closed his eyes After so cross-legged on the lakeshore The lake was still There were no waves and no boat What that had just happened had been an illusion

The girl had not appeared, nor had the oldhad occurred in a drea Hao’s eyes shone with confusion He looked down at his feet He saw nothing but his shoes

“The great path of De Hao frowned, still unable to coot to his feet, then clasped his hands and bowed a third time to the lake