plumnovel Chapter 176 Tang Sanzang completes the last sentence
Chapter 176 Tang Sanzang completes the last sentence
The footsteps were very light.
It was as if someone wearing old wooden clogs was walking up the steps from the bottom of the main table.
Chen Fan did not turn around.
He stared at the half-print that was visible at the back of the last page, his fingers already gripping the red pen.
next interest.
A withered hand first rested on the edge of the stage.
The back of his hand was covered in old ink stains, and there were bits of gray paper stuck between his fingers.
Immediately afterward, an old man who was so thin he looked like he was about to fall apart climbed up.
He wore a tattered Taoist robe and had seven bronze plaques hanging from his waist. Each plaque was engraved with the character "塔" (pagoda).
The white-bearded old deacon turned pale upon seeing him and knelt down with a thud.
"The tower keeper!"
An uproar erupted all around.
Even the projection of the main hall took a half step back, and the crack in the main hall on the forehead widened a little more.
The old man raised his eyes, his whites cloudy, and his throat like sandpaper grinding iron.
Who moved the last page?
"Who cut off the warehousing bus?"
When he said something, the deacons in the audience would tremble.
Chen Fan smiled.
"I."
"What, you don't accept it?"
The tower keeper stared at him, his lips twitching.
"An outsider dares to mess with the main gate of the clean zone."
"You think you can get in just by turning to the last page?"
"Without the final sentence, the Seven Towers will never open."
Upon hearing this, Xuanzang's eyes narrowed.
Chen Fan understood.
After all that commotion—tearing pages, altering accounts, disconnecting from the internet, and even a realistic administrator projection appearing—it's really just a matter of cracking the lock.
To truly open the door, one last key is needed.
The tower keeper raised his withered hand and pointed it at Tang Sanzang.
"The Buddhist community has stolen someone."
"The Taoist sect missed a point."
"This sentence has been lost for three thousand years."
"Who among you can fix it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all seven bronze medals lit up simultaneously.
hum.
Seven thin beams of light rose from the four corners of the main table.
As soon as the beam of light appeared, the ground throughout the port area shook.
In the distance, the old, sealed doors were peeking out one by one.
But it just won't turn on.
It felt like it was just one breath away.
The white-bearded old deacon suddenly looked up, his deathly expression instantly coming to life, and he screamed shrilly.
"They can't get in!"
"The tower guard is here; no one can get in!"
"Chen Fan, aren't you good at changing accounts? Go ahead and do it!"
"Show me how you open the door!"
The deacons who had been sprawled on the ground around them had also recovered.
They grasped at straws like they were trying to save a life.
"Yes, the last sentence is missing!"
"Even the host didn't finish that sentence!"
"Monks certainly wouldn't understand!"
"He's never even heard of the Pure Land Buddhist verses!"
A barrage of insults erupted.
The more they insulted him, the uglier it got.
Someone pointed directly at Xuanzang's nose.
"A bald monk is a bald monk."
"Just because you can recite a few Buddhist scriptures, you think you can defile this sacred place?"
"You dare to challenge me?"
Sun Wukong, who was standing to the side of the stage, had a flash of golden light in his eyes when he heard this.
"court death."
He raised his hand to strike.
Chen Fan, however, held him down first.
"Don't fight yet."
"Let him read it."
Sun Wukong was taken aback and turned to look at Xuanzang.
Xuanzang did not move.
He kept staring at page nine.
That page was still blank.
However, at some point, four very faint lines of small text appeared on the blank page.
The first three columns are clear.
The last column is empty.
It's like it's specifically reserved for someone to fill in the gaps.
Xuanzang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the paper with his fingertips.
The words immediately lit up.
The tower keeper's expression finally changed when he saw this.
"impossible!"
"Page nine is a forbidden blank page; no one can write anything on it!"
Chen Fan grinned.
"That's why you guys are stupid."
"This isn't something to be written about."
"This is for reading aloud."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the tower guard lunged forward.
He is not Chong Chenfan.
It was the ninth page in Oki Genzo's possession.
The old man's movements were frighteningly fast, like a string that had been stretched for thousands of years, snapping as soon as it was released and hitting someone's face.
But he had only reached mid-air.
A stick has already come crashing down horizontally.
boom!
The tower guard was like a broken plank of wood; he flew sideways, crashing into three tent pillars before finally landing on the corner of the platform.
He spat out a mouthful of black ink, and two of the seven bronze plaques on his waist shattered.
Sun Wukong, holding his golden cudgel, grinned.
"I, Old Sun, was just letting you have your way."
"You really think I'm here to watch a show?"
The white-bearded old deacon's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"The...the tower guardian, his tower plaque was shattered with a single blow?"
"That's an old Seven Towers deck!"
The people in the audience were completely dumbfounded.
Someone was making a gurgling sound in their throat, trying to crawl backward.
But my legs were so weak that I fell back down after climbing a couple of times.
The tower keeper clutched his chest, staring intently at Xuanzang, his voice hoarse.
"You can't read it!"
"You are not a member of the Taoist sect!"
"If you read it aloud, you'll break the rules!"
Xuanzang then looked up.
He looked at the tower keeper, his voice flat.
"rule?"
"You exploit people with false accounts and imprison them with empty titles; do you even have the right to mention rules?"
He lifted up the ninth page.
Those four columns of pale characters clearly floated in mid-air.
The first sentence.
"The name of the pagoda has been removed."
second sentence.
"The two towers are broken."
The third sentence.
"The Three Pagodas are closed."
As this was read, half of the entire port area suddenly went dark.
The blue lamps atop the three tall towers in the distance suddenly went out.
The old doors on the ground began to shake.
Layer upon layer of dust fell down.
The tower guard's eyes turned red, and he shook his head desperately.
"wrong!"
"You only got the first three sentences!"
"The last sentence is missing!"
"Nobody knows!"
The deacons below the stage shouted along like madmen.
"It's gone!"
"There's no last sentence!"
"You can't finish reading!"
"If the clean zone isn't opened, you'll all die here!"
The sounds came in waves.
Chen Fan, however, was not in a hurry at all.
He looked at Xuanzang.
He knew that the first three sentences were the key.
The last sentence is about the knife.
Xuanzang's finger stopped on that blank space, and he closed his eyes.
next moment.
A faint gold mark appeared on the ninth page.
It's as if someone, after many years, has pushed the last sentence out of the paper.
Xuanzang opened his eyes, a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"So it wasn't lost after all."
"It's because you're afraid to read it."
The tower guard's face contorted in shock.
"shut up!"
Xuanzang ignored him and read out the last sentence directly.
"Seven pagodas open simultaneously, with Jingyin as the guide."
Eight words fell.
Like a heavy hammer, it struck the heart of the entire port area.
boom!
The first door opened.
boom!
The second door also opened.
Following closely behind was the third, the fourth, the fifth...
The sound of door hinges cracking could be heard from all directions.
The old doors that had previously only cracked open were now all wide open.
There is no wall behind the door.
It was a long, blindingly white corridor.
One by one, the paths connect to each other, leading straight to the deepest part of the port area.
The clean zone is now truly open.
Everyone was stunned.
The white-bearded old deacon stared with his mouth agape, his entire face looking as if it had been hollowed out.
"It's...it's open?"
"Is it really open?"
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
The tower guards are in an even worse situation.
He lay on the ground, trying to prop himself up on his elbows twice but failing, muttering to himself.
"Pure seal as practice..."
"Why is it this sentence...?"
"Once this sentence is uttered, coordinates cease to be coordinates..."
He looked up abruptly as he said this.
It's like seeing a ghost.
Chen Fan looked down and saw that the "Pure" mark on his wrist was slowly emerging from his skin.
It is no longer a two-dimensional symbol.
It first bulged up.
Lengthen it again.
Finally, with a "click," it transformed into a short white chain that wrapped around his wrist.
Not just him.
Xuanzang, Sun Wukong, and even the few people who had touched Jingye earlier in the audience all had thin chains appear on their bodies.
The only difference is the color.
Chen Fan's is Platinum.
The hidden part is a pale gold.
Sun Wukong's was the thickest, like a chain locking the Heavenly Gate, still rattling as it wrapped around his wrist bone.
Chen Fan raised his hand, and the short chain pointed directly at the nearest white corridor.
Like leading the way.
"Passage Chain".
Xuanzang said in a low voice.
"Not a mark."
"It's a real key."
The moment those words were uttered, the surrounding area erupted in chaos.
"Passage chain?"
"Has he really become a clean-off pedestrian?"
"Isn't that something only the port owner can have?"
"They can get in; we can't stop them!"
As soon as someone finished shouting, they tried to sneak back.
Sun Wukong didn't even look at it, and swung his staff backhand.
boom!
The man was thrown back into the crowd, spitting out half a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth.
"If anyone moves again, I'll shove them into the tent."
Suddenly, the entire room fell silent.
Chen Fan didn't have time to look at them.
He has already taken back control of the general ledger.
The half of the seal on the last page was fully revealed after the inscription "Clean Seal for Action" was added.
Not half a piece.
It is a complete seal of the Hong Kong government.
A thin, gray page was pressed down on it.
The gray pages were originally empty.
A new line of characters slowly emerges at this moment.
— Passage to the clean zone has been confirmed.
Below that, a second line appears.
—The first coordinate segment is now enabled.
—The second coordinate system has been completed.
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
really.
The first two coordinates they pieced together were only enough to open the door, not enough to find the destination.
next moment.
At the very bottom of the gray page, a third line of text suddenly appeared.
The handwriting was even darker than before, as if it had just been pulled out of a deep well.
— Third section net coordinates: Lingshan Lower Warehouse, Old Golden Cicada Bone Storehouse, Gate 7.
Xuanzang's expression changed for the first time.
Sun Wukong stopped laughing and gripped his golden cudgel tightly.
The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the sky fall, he collapsed backward.
"The bone bank..."
"Did the Hong Kong owner hide the third part in the bone vault?"
The tower keeper coughed up a mouthful of black ink, his voice trembling.
"I can't go..."
"That place can't be opened..."
Chen Fan looked up, about to ask him a question.
At the very bottom of the gray page, a line of even smaller blood-red text slowly emerged.
—There is currently one living body inside Gate 7.
—Identity verification in progress…
—Possibly: The real Tang Monk.
Chapter 596 Yang Jian Reopens and Deletes the Flight Path
"The real Tang Monk?"
Sun Wukong spoke first, his voice lower than usual.
The tower keeper sat on the ground, his lips trembling.
"Gate No. 7, the innermost layer of the ossuary. That place is sealed with dead files, stamped by the port master himself. Anyone who enters is overstepping their authority."
The white-bearded old deacon had just sat up when he heard this, and his face turned pale.
"Overstepping authority? You dare mention overstepping authority?" Chen Fan kicked him away, looked down at the gray page, and said, "The third coordinate is in the bone bank, and the living person is in Gate B7. Then there's nothing else to say, open the door."
"It can't be opened." The tower guard shook his head desperately. "The bone vault isn't a door lock, it's a navigation lock. It's attached to an old, deleted road. Even if the clean zone coordinates have three segments, someone has to use the old permissions to piece them together."
Xuanzang stared at him: "Who has the old privileges?"
The tower keeper swallowed a mouthful of blood stained with ink, his gaze slowly shifting until it finally landed on Yang Jian.
The entire room fell silent.
The white-bearded old deacon, as if grasping at a straw, scrambled forward shouting, "Impossible! The old title of Inspector was long ago abolished! It was one of the first titles to be abolished by the General Office; anyone who touched it is dead!"
Yang Jian remained silent.
He stood by the main desk, still holding the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand. The old patterns on the blade, which had been illuminated by the blood, were still gleaming.
Chen Fan looked at him: "You knew all along?"
Yang Jian did not deny it, but looked up at the half seal on the last page of the general ledger.
"I know a little."
"I used to be in charge of data deletion."
The old deacon with the white beard was completely dumbfounded by those words.
The tower keeper was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"You...you're not an inspector from the Suppression Division?"
Yang Jian scoffed.
"That was the later shell."
"My name used to be listed in the General Office's register. I was in charge of scrapped cases, old ports, blocked roads, and deleted shipping lanes."
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
No wonder this guy didn't seem to be seeing anything for the first time.
No wonder Yang Jian's reaction was colder than anyone else's when the real administrator's projection appeared.
The white-bearded old deacon's face twitched twice, then he suddenly shrieked, "You dare to open it? If you tamper with the old authority, headquarters can arrest you directly from the list! You're not just courting death, you're pushing the entire port into a fire pit!"
Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, grinned.
"From what you're saying, that means it can be opened."
"Then what's the point of talking nonsense?"
He stepped onto the main table and slammed the end of his staff on the ground.
boom.
The entire platform shook.
"Open up. Anyone who tries to stop me, I, Old Sun, will knock their teeth out first."
Yang Jian glanced at him, then looked at Chen Fan.
"Once it opens, the road won't just go as far as the bone bank."
"What do you mean?"
"Once the deleted channel is connected, the coordinates of the three segments of the clean zone will be automatically completed. The real bottom road of the Ninth Experimental Field will also be revealed."
Chen Fan's breath hitched.
The true origin.
They've gone through all this trouble, smashed the main ledger, turned the last page, and pieced together three sets of coordinates, all for this.
The white-bearded old deacon was now truly anxious, almost roaring.
"Madmen! A bunch of madmen! That place is sealed off! The port owner came out from there, and later he personally deleted the road! Do you know why he deleted it? Because that road leads to—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Yang Jian raised his hand and smashed the hilt of his knife directly into Yang Jian's mouth.
Click.
Two teeth flew out, mixed with blood.
The white-bearded old deacon fell backward, covered his mouth, and rolled on the ground, in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single coherent word.
"Noisy."
After Yang Jian finished speaking, he stepped to the deepest part of the main tent.
There is a ring of old troughs there.
It had been hiding in the shadows all along.
Now, as the general ledger is turned to the last page, the edge of the old groove slowly lights up, as if someone had left this thing here long ago, just waiting for today.
Yang Jian placed the three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally on top.
Not too big, not too small, just barely stuck.
The next moment, he reached out and pressed his five fingers against the blade. His voice was not loud, but every word was firm.
"Old Archives of the Censorate, Seventh Batch of Road Officials."
"His name is Yang Jian."
"Request to reopen and delete the shipping lane."
The entire room fell silent.
Half a breath later.
hum-
The entire main desk suddenly lit up.
It was neither golden light nor Buddha's light.
It is a grayish-white, cold light.
It was like a warehouse door that had been sealed for too long being forcibly pushed open, and years of accumulated dust inside were swept out.
The tent pillars below the stage trembled one after another.
Simultaneously, a series of faint cracking sounds rang out from all directions of the port area.
The seals pasted on the wall rolled up by themselves, burned black, and then fell to the ground.
The white-bearded old deacon was practically mesmerized.
"It's really open..."
"He really dares to use his old name..."
The tower guard shrank back as if he had seen a ghost.
"Headquarters will hear...they definitely will..."
Chen Fan completely ignored them.
He only focused on the general ledger.
The first coordinate on the gray page starts to float upwards.
Next, they found the second section in the clean area.
Finally, below the annotation "Hong Kong owners never leave complete address plates," a red line slowly cracked open, and the third coordinate segment gradually emerged.
The three sections will no longer separate.
They looked like three broken bones, snapped together with a crack.
The next moment, a new image appeared directly in mid-air.
This is not a port area map.
It is a 3D routing diagram.
Countless broken wires began to connect themselves.
The middle line was originally blank. But now it's as if an invisible hand has drawn a road in the blank space.
The gray road was initially unseen.
Then it becomes solid.
They passed through the bone warehouse, through Gate B7, through the lowest level of the Ninth Experimental Field, and finally plunged into a dark area that no one had ever seen before.
Two words popped up on the image.
—Source point.
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"it is good."
"We've finally found our home."
Xuanzang stared at the gray road, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"It wasn't just a fleeting moment."
"It has stabilized."
Yes.
They had seen the false road several times before, but it collapsed as soon as it appeared.
This time is different.
The entire deleted airway hung steadily in mid-air, with even passage markers beginning to appear at its edges.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Still.
Chen Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, almost wanting to laugh.
The deletion path leading to the true source point in the ninth experimental field has stabilized for the first time.
This is equivalent to exposing the secrets that the real administrator has kept hidden for hundreds of years.
Just then.
boom!
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky above the port area.
It's not a door.
It's like the entire ceiling was ripped open from the outside.
A chilling voice descended.
"Detected an invalid name accessing old permissions."
"Reconnection to deleted channel detected."
"An increased risk of data breaches detected on the last page."
"The maximum recall order is now being executed."
As soon as the voice fell, the routing diagram in mid-air shook for a moment.
The tower guard's face turned deathly pale: "They're here..."
Chen Fan looked up.
There is no projection inside the crack.
There was no one in sight.
Only a huge seal of the main hall slowly pressed down.
This imprint was more than ten times larger than the previous projection on the forehead, with black chains trailing along its edges, the other ends of which were embedded deep within the port area.
The chain ends in the direction of the bone bank.
The white-bearded old deacon was in so much pain that his mouth was full of blood. When he saw the seal, he forced himself to get up and kowtowed like a madman.
"Received personally by the real administrator!"
"The Hong Kong government has been taken back!"
Xuanzang suddenly looked at the gray page.
The blood-written words above have changed.
—Confirmation of mandatory recovery targets.
—First in line: Port owner.
—Second priority: those who contact the end page.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold.
"We are second in line."
"It wasn't us." Yang Jian stared at the giant seal, his voice growing deeper. "It was everyone who had read the last page."
Sun Wukong hoisted the staff onto his shoulder and smiled rather fiercely.
"That would be even easier."
"Smash it."
"You can't break it," Yang Jian replied directly. "This is a recycling seal, not a projection. If you crack one layer, another will fall off. If you really want to stop it, the only way is to go into the bone vault first and drag the Port Master out."
"Then let's go." Chen Fan turned and rushed off.
He had just taken two steps when the detour channel in mid-air suddenly dropped a section, landing right in front of the general office, like a gray-white stone bridge leading directly into the depths of the port area.
The first road sign at the bridgehead was flipped over at that moment.
The above is not a bone bank.
It is three characters for "blood".
—In the process of being recycled.
Followed by.
A very soft knock came from the direction of Gate 7.
thump.
It sounded like someone tapped on the door with their knuckles.
The second sound came quickly.
thump.
As the third sound faded, a hoarse human voice clearly reached everyone's ears across the entire deletion channel.
"Wukong".
The smile on Sun Wukong's face vanished instantly.
Chapter 597 Si Mo changed "deleted" to "awaiting retrial"
"Wukong".
After that sound, the entire deletion channel fell silent.
Sun Wukong did not turn around.
He stared at Yi Qimen, slowly raising the golden cudgel in his hand.
Xuanzang took half a step forward, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"This isn't the way your master usually addresses you."
The white-bearded old deacon sat on the ground, his lips trembling.
"It's over, Yiqimen has really spoken up, what the Port Master has been hiding is about to come out."
Chen Fan didn't guard the door.
He stared at the general ledger.
The footsteps that came from under the stage haven't stopped yet.
a bit.
Two times.
It's like someone slowly climbing up a staircase.
The tower keeper looked up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot.
"Not the Seventh Gate."
"It's the general ledger's bottom warehouse."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
The next instant, a hand reached out from the shadows behind the main desk.
The hand was very white, with slender knuckles, and a broken ink rope was tied to the wrist.
Immediately afterwards, a person flipped up from under the stage.
It is Si Mo.
His old official robe was mostly torn, with a string of broken marks hanging from his waist. He lost his balance when he landed, his knees hitting the stone platform, but he didn't utter a sound, first protecting the two things in his arms tightly.
A list of names to be deleted.
A temporary general ledger.
When the white-bearded old deacon saw those two things clearly, he felt as if he had been hit by a hammer.
"How could you possibly have gotten your hands on the deletion list!"
"Isn't the temporary general ledger locked behind the warehouse line?"
Si Mo raised his head, his mouth covered in blood.
"Lock the door."
"I'll tear down the wall."
He spoke calmly.
It's like talking about a small thing.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up immediately.
This is the person he's been waiting for.
The previous chapters caused such a commotion, disrupting the warehouse's main feed, forcing out the final page, and reopening the deletion channel—all in an effort to force out the accounts and records hidden deep within.
Whoever has the deleting register can change the names of the dead.
Whoever controls the temporary master ledger can change the classification of living people.
Changing the name can only save one person.
Reclassifying the products could save a lot of lives.
Chen Fan stepped forward and pulled Si Mo up from the ground.
"Can you still write?"
Si Mo spat out a mouthful of black ink and looked down at his hand.
My right hand's web of thumb is split open.
My index finger is still trembling.
He slammed the roll of temporary general ledger onto the table, his voice hoarse.
"My hand, which I use for writing, isn't useless."
Give me a pen.
Without saying a word, Chen Fan threw the red pen from the last page over.
With the red pen in hand, Si Mo suddenly yanked his hand away.
It felt like I'd been bitten by something.
Above the main desk, a ring of bloody characters immediately exploded.
--warn.
— Transferring permissions for the last page.
Junior staff members have no right to circumvent the rules regarding name deletion.
Upon seeing this line of text, the white-bearded old deacon felt as if he had grasped a lifeline and burst into laughter.
"See that!"
"He's just a registrar, not even a steward."
"He'll be the first to die if I delete him from the register!"
The old sample numbers that hadn't yet dissipated were also frozen in place.
They just managed to snag a lifeline from the gray pages.
Now, this lifeline seems to be about to be cut off again.
From the side of Gate 7, the third knock sounded.
thump.
The hoarse voice came from behind the door again.
"Wukong, come here first."
The staff in Sun Wukong's hand suddenly felt heavy.
The stone beneath his feet cracked open with a snap.
Chen Fan didn't even look at Yi Qimen, and raised his hand to press down.
Don't go over there.
"Whoever is behind the door, make him wait."
Xuanzang turned to look at him.
Are you sure?
Chen Fan stared at Si Mo, only uttering one sentence.
"Let's go over the accounts first today."
These words stunned many people in the audience.
The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale.
"Revisit the accounts?"
"Are you crazy? Do you know how many years it's been since accounts were deleted, from Zone 7 to the clean zone?"
"That's not just one or two pages, that's the entire city's worth of obsolete files!"
Si Mo has already laid out the list of names to be deleted.
He didn't flip over the front.
Flip directly to the middle.
With a whoosh.
A whole page of blacklists popped up.
It was densely packed with words written in blood.
[Deleted]
[Deleted]
[Deleted]
Starting from Zone 7, the order goes all the way to the clean zone.
Each entry is followed by a series of numbers.
Like cargo.
Like waste.
They just don't look like humans.
Those old sample units standing at a distance were initially hesitant to approach.
Upon seeing this page, several of the older people's legs went weak, and they immediately knelt down.
Someone stretched out their hand, only repeating one sentence.
"I'm here."
"I'm here."
"I'm up here."
Xuanzang's eyelids twitched as he read it.
Even he frowned.
"They treat living people as recyclables."
The tower keeper kept his head down, his voice hoarse.
"The port area has always been like this."
"Delete it, throw it in storage. Break it, return it to ashes."
"No one is overturning the verdict."
Chen Fan tapped on the stone platform.
"It's here today."
Si Mo raised his pen, the tip pausing in mid-air for a moment.
A second line of blood-red characters immediately appeared above the main ledger.
—Request to change the category.
—Original category: Deleted.
——Target category: To be overturned.
—Warning: This operation involves multiple entities and exceeds authorized permissions.
—Please have the real administrator confirm this verbally.
The white-bearded old deacon suddenly stood up, as if he had come back to life.
"Did you hear that!"
"We still need the real administrator to speak."
"Without that person's approval, you can't change a single thing!"
After he finished speaking, he bowed repeatedly to the projected face in the sky.
"Please give the order, sir!"
"They embezzled the funds; they should be recovered immediately!"
The projected face in the sky remained silent.
This time, it finally moved.
The face was lowered, the eyelids drooping, revealing no emotion.
"turn down."
Two words were uttered.
The whole of Hong Kong was shocked.
The blood-red words on the general ledger desk surged wildly.
Just as the white-bearded old deacon smiled, the red pen in Si Mo's hand suddenly lit up.
It was blindingly bright.
The blood-written words haven't faded.
Instead, it got stuck.
Like a door that should have been closed, but was halfway shut when something forcefully blocked it.
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
coming.
Permission fluctuations.
The real administrator couldn't smooth things over with just a few words the first time.
The projected face also paused for a moment.
The old deacon's smile froze on his face, his mouth still open, as if he had swallowed a hot stone.
"How...how could this be?"
Si Mo himself was also taken aback.
He looked down at his pen.
Then I looked at the general ledger.
Suddenly he laughed.
"So even the real administrator doesn't have complete authority."
"Once the last page is opened, the provisional general ledger will recognize the second lock."
Chen Fan continued his sentence.
"The first lock is the mouth."
"The second lock is evidence."
Xuanzang immediately understood.
"Gray pages, black pages, blood-stained pages, last pages, all open."
"Now the general ledger is not a one-way deletion process; it needs to be reviewed."
Si Mo looked up, his eyes suddenly hardening.
"Then it's not about asking him for approval."
"It's to force them to file a case."
As soon as he finished speaking, his pen slammed down.
It's not about changing a name.
It's not about changing one line.
He swept across the top four characters of the entire page in one stroke.
[Deleted]
With a flick of the pen.
The blood-red characters exploded.
The entire list of names to be deleted was as if it had been split in half, with the next few hundred pages flipping through at the same time.
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
The entire airspace was filled with flying old pages.
Originally, three words were written in the most prominent position on each page.
Deleted.
Si Mo gritted his teeth, his arms trembling.
The red pen tip traces across the main ledger column, like sharpening a knife on a stone.
He didn't revise them one by one.
He revised the general rules of classification.
"From Zone 7 to the Clean Zone".
"General category for deleted accounts, general category for obsolete files, general category for archived files."
"The original verdict is overturned in its entirety."
"Unified reclassification."
"This case needs to be overturned!"
The last three words fell.
boom!
The entire port area felt like it had been hit with a hammer.
The celestial canopy turned over layer by layer.
The black text turned red.
The red text then turns gray.
Finally, the category columns for all the old files jumped up simultaneously.
[Deleted] Disappeared.
It has been changed to four new characters.
[To be overturned]
One page changes.
Ten pages changed.
A hundred pages change.
A thousand pages change.
The main office was expanded to seven districts.
Expand to the eighth district.
It extends all the way to the deepest part of the clean zone.
Those old sample units that were originally huddled against walls, inside pipes, and at the entrances of abandoned warehouses now have small characters floating up on them.
Recyclable materials
It's been wiped away.
The new character was pressed down.
[Subject to review]
The field was initially deathly silent.
The next moment, everything exploded.
"I'm not trash anymore!"
"I'm still wearing the main body!"
"Pending trial! I am pending trial!"
"It's not like they've completely deleted everything; I still have cases!"
An old man with half a broken shoulder had previously been too afraid to even lift his head.
He collapsed under the tent in mid-air, his hands trembling violently as he touched his newly written words, tears streaming down his face along with the black ink.
"main body……"
"I still have a physical body..."
The white-bearded old deacon's face was as white as paper.
He staggered back two steps.
"That's insane."
"The whole of Hong Kong is about to turn upside down."
"Once so many old accounts are transferred to pending review, the recycling warehouse can't be emptied, the clean areas can't be sealed off, and even the old cases of the Hong Kong owner might be exposed!"
Chen Fan looked at him and smiled.
"You've finally said something sensible."
The tower keeper also looked up.
He watched the layers of curtains turning, his chest heaving violently.
In recent years, for those who have entered Hong Kong, surviving to the point of being considered lucky is considered a success.
Once you're added to the deletion list, you're just waiting to be removed.
No one ever imagined that the categorization could be changed one day.
This change is more than just a matter of saving lives.
It's like draining the entire port's bottom line.
Xuanzang looked at the sky full of new characters and said softly, "This time, it's not just a few hundred or a few thousand people in the port shouting."
"There are tens of thousands."
"They weren't entitled to speak before."
"Now we have it."
It was as if she was responding to his words.
At the end of District 7, the first sound was banging on the door.
boom!
Next is District 8.
Bang bang bang!
Further on, the abandoned wells in the clean area, the ash silos, the old towers, and the sealed trenches all started making noise.
Those who have been treated as samples, consumables, and recyclables are starting to break free.
Start shouting.
Start by stating your own number.
The entire port was like a lid that had been pressed down for many years, and finally someone lifted it.
The projected face in the sky finally sank down.
This time, it didn't say it was rejected.
It simply raised its hand.
A black mark that had never appeared before slowly emerged above the entire port area.
The edges of the print are cracked with fine lines.
It seems like there's a real problem with the permissions.
When the white-bearded old deacon saw the seal, his voice cracked.
"The real administrator is going to personally stamp it!"
Si Mo was about to continue flipping through the accounts.
The red pen in his hand suddenly jumped by itself.
The pen tip plunged directly into the last page of the provisional general ledger.
With a hissing sound.
A new crack appeared on the paper.
A thin line of black ink first seeped out from the crack.
Then, a line of words I'd never seen before appeared at the top of the screen.
—A large number of cases have been overturned.
—Freezing-level parent privileges in progress…
Access Identity: Main Administrator.
The smile on Chen Fan's face slowly faded.
next second.
A "click" sound came from the direction of Gate Yiqi.
The bolt came off by itself.
Chapter 598 The Port Master is Returned to His Storage Room
The door bolt hit the ground with a very soft sound.
The entire deleted shipping lane seemed to explode.
The seventh gate slid inward by itself half a foot.
A hand reached out from the crack in the door.
The back of his hand was covered in fine black lines, like ink that had dried and cracked. His five fingers were steady as he first pressed them against the door frame, and then a tall, thin figure slowly walked out.
The moment the white-bearded old deacon saw that face, his legs went weak.
"Port...Port Master."
The tower guard's throat tightened, and he shrank back as if he had seen a living Yama.
The newcomer wore an old gray robe with dark red marks pressed into the hem. His face was not old, but his eyelids were thin and his pupils were gray. The most striking thing was not him, but the token at his waist.
Order to return to the granary.
Mother's command.
It was a size larger than the token in the steward's hand, and black bone was embedded in the corners.
The host glanced around the room, first looking at the general ledger, then at Chen Fan, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"You flipped through it pretty quickly."
"I only slept for a short while, and Hong Kong is already in such a mess."
He spoke softly. That very softness sent a chill down one's spine.
Si Mo's red pen was still stuck in the ledger pages, but the pen was trembling.
The words were still hanging on the paper.
—Freezing-level parent privileges in progress…
The port owner raised his hand and pressed it down on the general ledger.
That's enough.
"This temporary reversal ends here."
The black ink surrounding the general ledger desk suddenly receded, as if a hand was trying to push everything that had just been opened back down.
Sun Wukong grinned and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
Boom!
The entire gray-white stone bridge trembled.
"You want to put it back on when it comes to your grandfather?"
The port owner didn't even blink, just staring at him.
Five hundred years ago, you broke through the mountain once.
"Trying to break through the harbor today?"
"Give it a try."
As soon as these words were spoken, the stewards and storekeepers around them seemed to regain their senses, and their faces immediately brightened.
"The port owner has been appointed!"
"The general ledger still recognizes him!"
"Those who want to overturn the verdict are finished!"
The white-bearded old deacon scrambled over and knelt down below the stage, his voice trembling with sobs.
"Lord of the port, it was Chen Fan who instigated everyone to alter accounts, destroy wires, cut off the bus, and even trespass into Gate B7!"
"Even the tower guards have rebelled!"
"And that fake Tang Sanzang—"
"Shut up."
The host only said two words.
The white-bearded old deacon choked on the spot, not daring to lift his head.
Chen Fan didn't rush to make a move.
He stared at the return order on the port lord's waist, then glanced at the crack at the end of the general ledger.
That half of the seal from before.
Now, he sees it clearly.
That's not the main administrator's access seal.
That's the end-bet seal.
They specialize in sealing up fake accounts.
Chen Fan smiled.
"I thought you'd keep up the act for longer."
The port owner's gaze fell on his face.
"You are very smart."
"Unfortunately, intelligent people die young."
"According to Hong Kong regulations, anyone who alters the general ledger without authorization, opens an ossuary without authorization, or arbitrarily revokes a shipping channel shall be confiscated."
He raised his hand, and a dark red ring of light appeared around his mother's hand.
"Chen Fan, you go first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black railings on both sides of the channel flipped up at the same time, and dozens of spikes popped out and aimed at Chen Fan's limbs.
fast.
That's fast.
Yang Jian stepped forward and with a flick of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, sent a group of people flying.
Xuanzang raised his hand and placed it on the temporary general account. The half-sentence he had added hadn't even dissipated when it immediately turned into a layer of gray light, blocking the remaining few strands.
Sun Wukong was even more decisive, sweeping his staff across the area.
The nails that had been stored away shattered into pieces on the ground with a crackling sound.
The port master finally frowned.
"You guys really dared to team up."
Chen Fan still didn't back down.
He reached directly into the crack at the end of the general ledger page and yanked it open.
With a ripping sound.
He actually tore the entire back cover apart while he was still alive.
What's underneath isn't just one page.
It is a stack of endnotes.
Gray pages, black pages, blood-stained pages—all folded together, with three small bone nails fastened to the side. When the nails broke, the words inside slid out with a whoosh.
Si Mo's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This isn't a supplementary page...this is a hidden ledger!"
The port master's expression changed for the first time, and he took a step forward.
"lay down!"
He had barely moved when Sun Wukong arrived.
The golden cudgel was held horizontally, blocking him three steps away from the main desk.
"What's your hurry?"
"The accounts are hidden so well, are you afraid others will see them?"
Chen Fan grabbed the top gray page and began to read it aloud.
"Batch A, numbering 32, contains 174 live specimens, of which 109 are currently stored."
"Sixty-five missing."
"Endnote: Transferred to private account, awaiting verification by the Hong Kong owner."
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically.
"impossible!"
Chen Fan ignored him and drew out a second card.
"The reason for the failure of the B7 gate test was originally recorded as a backlash from a crack in the mother box."
"End-of-day betting rescheduling failed due to premature awakening of the live animal, which was out of control."
"Signature of the owner of the port."
Xuanzang narrowed his eyes.
"He changed the problem of the mother box to the living body."
The tower guard looked as if someone had stabbed him in an old wound, his entire back hunched over.
"No wonder..."
"No wonder it's always the people who break, but the boxes are always the problem."
Chen Fan continued flipping through the pages, faster and faster.
"Sample C9 is to be destroyed, and the endnote will state that it will be transferred to the Hong Kong main private line."
"Ding Twenty-One batch failed due to bus contamination; it has been changed to sample autophagy."
"And this one—"
He pulled out the bottom page with blood on it and slammed it onto the stage.
"The remaining shell of the mother box was not scrapped and was kept privately for use in the next round of re-signing."
"The holder of the order, the Hong Kong lord."
The last three words came crashing down like a hammer.
The group of deacons around them were completely dumbfounded.
Someone's mouth was open, and they couldn't close it for a long time.
Some people instinctively stepped back, as if they had stepped on fire.
The white-bearded old deacon's face alternated between pale and flushed, his lips trembling.
"This...this isn't right...the port master wouldn't..."
Si Mo sneered and touched the blood-stained page with his red pen.
The blood-red characters immediately revealed an old imprint.
"Real signature."
Even the tail ink is still there.
"He hid it very well, but unfortunately the truth has been revealed today."
The port owner stared at those pages, the gray in his eyes gradually deepening.
He stopped pretending.
"So what if I see it?"
"I built the port. I set up the accounts. I decided on the storage."
"If I take several batches of samples and revise a few lines that fail, will you still handle the piping?"
These words caused even those who were still hesitant to explode.
The tower keeper suddenly looked up, his mouth full of black ink, but his voice suddenly became louder.
"My son is in the ninth batch of the Bing class!"
"You call it autophagy!"
"You're saying he's gone mad!"
Another old warehouse clerk's eyes also reddened.
"My sister was in Ding Twenty-One's batch!"
She was perfectly fine before she was put into the box!
The white-bearded old deacon looked as if the sky had fallen.
He had followed the port owner for so long, and only today did he realize that all those stacks of warehouse receipts in his hands were actually just for someone else's funeral.
The port owner, however, merely watched them coldly.
"Are you done arguing?"
"After the argument, we'll go back to storage."
He suddenly raised the mother's command and pressed it down on the main tent.
"All those involved in the case who are seeking to overturn their convictions, immediately—"
"It's not your turn."
Chen Fan interrupted him directly.
He turned the blood-stained page to the back, where there was an even smaller endnote, previously covered by a seal.
"If the holder of the return-to-warehouse order is involved in altering the general ledger, misappropriating samples, or falsifying failure records, the order can be reversed and returned to warehouse with the signatures of three or more witnesses."
"Execution vehicle, priority given to mother box shell."
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
The next second, it was like a pot boiling over.
Si Mo laughed out loud.
"So you left yourself a backdoor."
Xuanzang clasped his hands together, his eyes devoid of any compassion.
"Perfect."
Sun Wukong simply twirled the golden cudgel, hoisted it back onto his shoulder, and grinned at the port master.
"Did you hear me?"
"Your rules are your own."
The port master's expression finally changed, and for the first time, he actually took a step back.
"impossible."
"This won't be left in the end bet."
Chen Fan raised his hand and threw the blood-stained page at his feet.
You wrote it yourself.
"You added this clause to protect yourself because you were afraid someone would seize the order someday. You're very shrewd. You didn't expect that I would be the one to turn the tables today."
Yang Jian had already turned around.
He followed the broken busbar shards and kicked away the cover plate behind the console.
Inside, half of a huge black box was clearly visible.
The remaining shell of the mother box was returned to the warehouse.
The box opening was cracked, and the edges were covered with old ink and bone nails.
The tower keeper gritted his teeth when he saw that thing.
"That's it."
"This is the stuff; we've been eating it batch after batch."
The port owner turned to leave.
He was fast, but Sun Wukong was even faster.
The stick flashed and smashed directly in his path.
boom!
A deep trench has split open in the ground.
The porter twisted his body, trying to pass through from the side.
Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword has already blocked the left side.
Xuanzang flipped through the temporary general ledger, and the gray light, like a chain, directly wrapped around the port master's leg.
Si Mo then plunged the red pen fiercely into the last column of the blood-stained page.
"Witness number one, Si Mo."
Xuanzang raised his hand and placed the seal.
"Witness number two, Xuanzang."
The tower guard rushed forward, his hand pressed against the blood-stained page, his entire hand trembling.
"The third witness, the tower guard."
not enough.
The white-bearded old deacon stared at the port master, his face twitching. Suddenly, as if he had made a tough decision, he rushed over and pressed his seal on.
"Witness Four... White Cliff."
The port master's pupils contracted, and he turned to stare intently at him.
"You dare to carry me on your back?"
The white-bearded old deacon roared until his voice cracked.
"You've treated me like a dog for thirty years!"
"I only found out today how many of the people I sent in actually died!"
The general ledger shook violently.
The entire line of the endnote on the blood-stained page lit up.
— The reverse signature takes effect.
—Execution vehicle: Mother box shell fragment.
The mother box shell opened up on its own.
The cracked opening in the box was filled with churning black ink.
Like a mouth that has been starving for ages.
The host panicked and slapped his mother several times, trying to back out.
Useless.
The blood page has already recognized four witness seals.
Chen Fan stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it forcefully.
Click.
The mother ordered him to drop his hand.
Sun Wukong laughed heartily, snatched the token, and slapped it back at the port master's chest.
"Keep your own orders to yourself."
Yang Jian swept his foot behind the host's knee.
The port owner knelt down with a thud.
Xuanzang withdrew his gray light and wrapped it around his arms.
The tower keeper and the white-bearded old deacon pounced on him at the same time, one pressing down on his shoulder and the other on his head, stuffing him into the remains of the mother box like a dead pig.
The owner of the port is still struggling.
For the first time, he uttered a hurried sound.
"stop!"
"I can open the port! I can stabilize the bus!"
"If you blockade me, the whole port will collapse!"
Si Mo whispered in his ear, his laughter chilling.
"Then it will collapse."
"Anyway, it's you who's rotten to the core."
The warehouse clerks and former stewards all gathered around. At first, some dared not move, but when they saw the port lord being held down, their eyes turned red.
"Shove it in!"
"Sign him with his order!"
"Let him try returning to the granary too!"
More than a dozen hands pressed down on it at the same time.
No matter how ruthless the Hong Kong government is, it can't withstand so many people.
Half of his body was stuffed into the opening of the box first, and Hei Mo immediately climbed onto his neck.
The gray on his face cracked little by little, revealing the pale skin underneath.
"Chen Fan!"
"You really think you've won just because you've set up my records?"
Chen Fan walked to the box and looked down at it.
"At least for today, you lost."
He took the Mother's Command from Sun Wukong and, without pausing for a moment, pressed it directly onto the Gang Master's forehead.
"According to Hong Kong regulations."
"Unauthorized alteration of the general ledger, misappropriation of samples, and falsification of failure records."
"Below the chief administrator, the holder of the command is the Hong Kong administrator."
"Reverse signing and storage."
The mother ordered a light.
A dark red seal immediately appeared on the forehead of the port master.
With a sudden swift movement, the black ink dragged him entirely into the box.
Only half of his face was visible.
There was a moment of silence.
Everyone was staring at him.
Staring at this person who had oppressed the entire city of Hong Kong for so many years was like watching a piece of iron finally crack.
The port owner's lips twitched, then he suddenly smiled.
That laugh was strange.
It's not admitting defeat.
It's like watching them make a fool of themselves.
"You... are still too late."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
"What do you mean?"
The port master's throat was half-buried in black ink, his voice was hoarse, but his words were clear.
"The real Ninth Experimental Field..."
"Not in the harbor."
Chen Fan's expression changed, and he was about to ask further questions.
The remaining shell of the mother box suddenly closed.
With a click.
The seams of the box were completely sealed.
At the very end of the ledger, below the blood-red text that had just lit up, a new line of black text slowly seeped out.
— Coordinate verification for the ninth test is complete.
—External access point is now open.
Chapter 599 The True Source of Flower Fruit Mountain Shines
The black text appeared.
A series of crisp sounds rang out around the head office desk.
Click. Click. Click.
It was like some kind of old lock, one after another breaking open.
Chen Fan glanced down at it.
The broken gray wires at the edge of the stage, which had been twitching wildly, now all straightened on their own and pulled in the same direction.
The direction is precisely that deleted route.
"Is the external entrance open?"
Zhu Bajie took half a step forward, his nostrils twitching. "No, this smells wrong. This isn't the gate to the harbor."
Yang Jian had already raised his hand.
The three-pointed double-edged sword was slammed to the ground.
hum.
A layer of cold light spread out from the bottom of the blade, pressing down along the deletion channel.
At the end of the waterway, there was originally only a gloomy gray.
With this pressure, the clump of ash suddenly scattered.
It was as if someone had lifted a veil from everyone's eyes.
A huge picture was suddenly revealed.
It's not a door.
It's not a bridge either.
It is a whole landscape of mountains and sea.
The mountain is in the middle.
The sea is all around.
The waterfall plunges straight down from the mountaintop, its force terrifying. Halfway up the mountain, there are caves, stone platforms, old trees, and a group of monkeys running, leaping, laughing, and calling out.
The laughter even seemed to penetrate the image and reach people's ears directly.
Sun Wukong froze for a moment.
The next instant, he rushed to the front, his eyes fixed on the picture.
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
His voice was very low.
But everyone present could hear it clearly.
Liu Er stopped laughing and took a closer look; his fur stood on end.
"This is not like the mountain we have now."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He saw things in greater detail.
The mountain range in the picture is much more imposing than the current Huaguo Mountain. Behind the main peak are eight ring-shaped stone bands, one after another, as if locking the entire mountain inside.
Even more deadly is...
At the very bottom of the image, there is a line of small, constantly floating text.
—Authentic sample verification in progress.
—Projection shell comparison completed.
— Shell name: Flower and Fruit Mountain.
—Source body sealing level: Ninth original field.
The white dragon horse's scalp tingled, and it immediately took a step back.
"case?"
"Is the Flower and Fruit Mountain we're guarding now just an empty shell?"
"fart!"
The Bull Demon King was the first to explode, "How many years has this old bull been drinking and fighting on that mountain? You're telling me it's just a shell?"
He cursed, but his eyes never left the words.
Because the words are still jumping down.
— Function of the shell: to expose to the outside world and to shield from the inside.
—Source status: Sealed.
—Permission trigger condition: Complete net coordinates.
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
"Complete net coordinates".
"The port owner was stalling for time; he wasn't waiting for help."
"He's waiting for this thing to finish verifying."
Si Mo, clutching the red pen, turned pale. "That's not all. Look below."
Everyone lowered their heads.
Nine hidden compartments appeared in the lower right corner of the image.
The first eight are all black.
The ninth one is gradually lighting up.
It's like someone lighting a lamp in a pitch-black well.
Xuanzang stared at the point of light, his lips moving slightly.
"The Ninth Original Field".
"This is not an experimental field."
"The port owner deliberately misspoke one word before he died."
Pigsy immediately cursed, "That old bastard buried nails even in his deathbed."
"It's not a nail."
Chen Fan slowly spoke, "It's a trap. The experimental site was used to trick us into digging in the harbor. The original site is the real thing."
At this point, he pointed directly at the picture.
"This is the true root of Flower Fruit Mountain."
"What we took back before was at most the outer shell. Like a shadow."
"The real secrets lie on a deeper level."
Sun Wukong did not turn around.
He stared at the mountain, the waterfall, and the cave, his hand tightening its grip on the golden cudgel.
"The stone from which I, Old Sun, was born."
"Could he be in there too?"
No one could answer it.
The image itself provided a response.
A bright crack suddenly appeared in the rock wall behind the waterfall.
Immediately afterwards, a pebble-shaped mark slowly emerged.
The mark appeared.
Sun Wukong's breathing became heavy.
He knew that thing all too well.
That was the outline that remained deep in his memory when he was born.
The immortal stone in the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain was actually just a projection of its external form.
The real stone is not in this world.
Liu Er was completely dumbfounded.
"Who the hell did this?"
"They've covered the entire ancestral mountain with a fake shell and are just displaying it outside?"
Yang Jian said coldly, "The one capable of doing this kind of thing isn't just the Port Lord."
"There are at least higher-level administrators."
"Even the people who set up the accounts got involved."
As soon as he said that...
The atmosphere around them became even more oppressive.
Even the white-bearded old deacon didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
He stared at the picture, his teeth chattering.
"I've been guarding the port for so many years, and all I know is how to recycle, store, and delete pages."
"I've never seen the words 'original venue' before."
"This layer of things is not something that we deacons can touch."
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
The smile wasn't strong, but it was sharp.
"It's not that we should be able to touch it."
"If anyone could touch it, Flower Fruit Mountain would have been completely demolished long ago."
"They lay the mountain out in the open, let you see it, let you live there, let you fight. You think that's all. The true core has always been hidden underneath, and nobody can touch it."
"That's ruthless."
The Bull Demon King's forehead throbbed with excitement, and he slammed his fist into a nearby pillar.
Stone chips kept falling.
"So all our previous arguments were just about fighting over shadows?"
"right."
Chen Fan nodded.
"But even shadows aren't fought for nothing."
"The shadow is the key. Without this shell, the True Source Diagram won't light up."
He had barely finished speaking.
As the end of the shipping route was removed, the map of mountains and seas suddenly began to zoom in.
The mountain peaks are magnified.
The waterfall is magnified.
The crack behind the Water Curtain Cave also appeared larger.
Everyone watched in disbelief; behind the crack was not a stone wall.
It's a door.
A very old door.
Nine chains were wrapped around the door.
Each chain is engraved with a different curtain pattern.
The first line is the "returning to the granary" pattern.
The second line is the recycling line.
The third mark is the deletion mark.
Starting with the fourth course, even Si Mo couldn't recognize them.
"Oh shit."
Pigsy's throat went dry. "How do I open this?"
Si Mo has not yet answered.
The temporary general ledger suddenly lunged forward on its own.
Snapped.
The entire ledger was slammed onto the middle of the table.
The last page first bulged up, then turned on its own.
It's not the crack from before.
It is fully opened.
At the bottom of the page, where there should have been no text, a horizontal line suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, the horizontal line was pulled to both sides to create new columns.
It's like adding a page to a chronology at the last minute.
The first column reads: Shell Era.
The second column is empty.
In the third column, four blood-red characters slowly appeared at the top.
—The True Origin Chronicle.
The white-bearded old deacon's legs went weak on the spot, and he sat down on the ground.
"The Chronology column... a new Chronology column has been opened."
"Old scores need to be settled."
Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's eyes lit up.
"Good job!"
"Old Niu has long disliked this tattered tent."
Chen Fan, however, did not relax.
Because below the new year column, there is an even finer line of text that is gradually seeping upwards.
It looks like someone is holding a needle and stabbing it outwards from the back of the paper.
Sun Wukong saw it too.
"read."
Chen Fan squinted and read it aloud, word by word.
"Conditions for Activating the True Origin Era..."
"Before the Ninth Origin Field opens, we need to retrieve one... Origin Mountain Lord?"
The last four words were uttered.
Everyone was stunned.
"The original mountain lord?"
Six-Eared Macaque was the first to get angry, "Besides Monkey King, who else on Flower Fruit Mountain can be called the Mountain Lord?"
"wrong."
Xuanzang stared at the marking on the stone egg in the picture, his voice strained, "It says 'original.' Not 'current.' Nor 'inherited.'"
"It means that before Wukong, there was another one on Flower Fruit Mountain."
The air suddenly turned cold.
Sun Wukong's face also darkened.
He stared at the door, as if trying to see right through it.
"When I, Old Sun, sprang out of the stone, the mountain was already hollow."
"Who dares to say there's another master ahead?"
The words had barely left his lips.
A very light tap suddenly came from behind the waterfall in the picture.
thump.
The knocking sound was almost exactly the same as the one from Gate Yiqi.
The second sound followed immediately.
thump.
The ninth chain on the door trembled violently.
On the last page of the general ledger, a new line of black text suddenly appeared below the new chronology column.
—The original mountain main signal has been connected.
—Location confirmed: Ninth venue, behind the water curtain door.
next moment.
In that painting of the true source of Huaguo Mountain, a shadow slowly emerges from behind the waterfall.
The shadow was in the shape of a monkey and was carrying a stick.
Chapter 600: The Tenth Operation Begins
As soon as the shadow emerged from behind the waterfall, the entire deleted waterway fell silent.
That was also a monkey.
It was also golden armor.
It is also a long stick.
Even their posture is similar.
The Bull Demon King cursed first, "Damn it, another fake one?"
Pigsy, carrying a rake, had his eyelids twitching.
"If this is still a clone, I'll eat the rake today."
Sun Wukong did not respond.
He stared at the shadow in the painting, slowly raising the golden cudgel in his hand.
The monkey opposite also raised its stick.
The movements are exactly the same.
Even the degree of shoulder sway was exactly the same.
Xuanzang took half a step forward, then suddenly stopped.
"wrong."
"It's not imitation."
"It's a matter of alignment."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
He noticed it too.
That thing wasn't imitating Sun Wukong; it seemed to be waiting. Waiting for the real mountain lord to take his place, waiting for both sides to completely bite each other.
The red pen in Si Mo's hand was still stuck in the crack of the general ledger, the pen handle trembling incessantly.
"Mr. Chen, the ledger pages turned by themselves."
"The new column is growing."
Chen Fan glanced down at it.
The last page of the provisional ledger, where the words "New Year to be recorded" were originally written, has been torn in two.
On the left side, there's still an old account of the port district's overturned verdict.
However, an extra column of black text appeared on the right.
—The original mountain lord has arrived.
—The ninth original field threshold is being lifted.
—Please submit the Ninth Coverage Right.
The white-bearded old deacon's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground again.
"You can't pay!"
"This isn't overturning the verdict; this is restoring order!"
"After returning to their original positions, all the living and dead accounts in the harbor must be returned to their original locations!"
He spoke so urgently and shrilly that his voice was hoarse.
The accountants who had been hiding in the back panicked as well.
"If we go back to where we started, then what are we?"
"It's fine if the case is overturned, but if it's reinstated, it's truly gone."
"Chen Fan, didn't you say you could flip it over? Don't flip us into our graves!"
Upon hearing this, Pigsy flew into a rage and turned around to kick him.
"You were hiding like a turtle just now, and now you dare to yell at my older brother?"
The man rolled more than ten steps away, still trembling.
The faces of everyone around turned pale.
They were afraid of Chen Fan.
I'm even more afraid of the account books.
Chen Fan ignored the noise.
He stared at the line "Submit Ninth Coverage Right" in the general ledger, his mind racing.
The port owner said this before he died.
The real Ninth Experimental Field is not in the port.
Now that the true source of Huaguo Mountain has been revealed, it has emerged on its own.
This shows that their previous ruthless elimination of the port master was at most just dismantling the outer shell.
The real big head is only now showing its teeth.
Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him.
"To pay or not to pay?"
Chen Fan smiled.
"pay."
The white-bearded old deacon's face turned pale.
"Are you crazy?"
"You've already won against the host, you've already won."
"If you stop now, you can still salvage the chance to overturn the verdict. Once you hand it over, the Ninth Original Case will come back to life!"
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
"Old man, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"I've come this far not to protect a bunch of cases that need to be overturned."
"I'm here to settle all the accounts."
With a single sentence, both sides of the waterway fell silent.
Even Xuanzang glanced at him.
Chen Fan took a step forward and placed his hand on the last page of the general ledger.
The moment his palm touched it, the entire ledger shuddered violently.
The black ink crawled up the paper and wrapped around his wrist.
Si Mo was so frightened that he tried to pull out his pen.
Chen Fan shouted.
"Don't move!"
next moment.
The Ninth Overlay Authority within his body pressed down directly.
boom.
The entire deleted route lit up together.
The recycling signs on both sides of the gray bridge were blown apart one by one.
The sound of chains snapping came from inside Gate 7.
The waterfall in the True Source Map of Flower and Fruit Mountain is even more clearly divided into two parts.
The monkey shadow standing behind the door finally revealed its entire face.
A collective gasp of cold air swept through the surrounding area.
That face looked exactly like Sun Wukong's.
Not like.
It's exactly the same.
Even the fierceness pressed out by his left eyebrow was just as strong.
Zhu Ganglie opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a second sentence for a long time.
The Bull Demon King's cursing stopped.
The white dragon horse took two steps back, its ears standing up.
Only Sun Wukong suddenly grinned.
"interesting."
"I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've seen another version of myself."
The monkey in the painting is also smiling.
You're wrong.
"I am the original."
"You're the one who's a substitute."
One sentence sent an uproar throughout the entire port area.
"What?"
"Is the Monkey King a candidate?"
"Who is the original mountain lord?"
"What exactly did the port owner do?"
Pigsy was so angry that he glared at them.
"Bullshit! My senior brother is not a substitute!"
In the painting, the monkey raises its stick and points it towards the door.
A stone platform immediately rose from the ground behind the waterfall.
Nine thick locks were nailed to the platform.
Half a golden hoop hung on the lock in the very center.
The smile on Sun Wukong's face slowly faded.
He recognized him.
The crack on the half of the golden headband matches the one he took off his head.
Xuanzang spoke in a low voice: "It's not a substitute."
"It's cutting."
"Someone cut the original mountain master of the ninth match into two parts."
The white-bearded old deacon plopped down on his stomach upon hearing this.
"It's over."
"It's really over."
"The port owner didn't fake it; he stole the source."
Chen Fan's heart tightened as well.
This plate is bigger than he expected.
No wonder the Hong Kong region has managed to survive until now by deleting accounts.
It turns out that the true Ninth Original Field has been suppressed at the bottom, and even half of the Mountain Lord's Source has been removed.
Sun Wukong walked forward, his staff dragging on the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
"You said I was a substitute."
"Where's the evidence?"
Without saying a word, the monkey in the painting raised its hand and grabbed.
The half of the golden hoop on the stone platform flew up.
The old headband on Sun Wukong's head, which had long been cracked, actually started to shake.
With a buzzing sound.
The two golden hoops, separated by the waterfall, actually began to resonate with each other.
next second.
Sun Wukong grunted, and the stone bridge beneath his feet cracked.
It felt like two memories were colliding in his mind.
At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
In front of the Water Curtain Cave.
Fire breaks out at Huaguo Mountain.
There was another sound, coming from an even earlier place.
"The ninth mountain master's cut is complete."
"Maintain combat readiness."
"Remove the source of the anti-heroism."
Sun Wukong suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with golden fire.
Who deleted it?
The monkey in the painting is about to speak.
The general ledger exploded first.
boom!
Chen Fan flipped the page under his palm, revealing a torrent of black ink.
A line of large characters appeared before everyone's eyes at the same time.
— Ninth Coverage Right Submission Successfully.
Immediately afterwards, the second line of text appeared.
—The ninth operation has been determined to have been completed abnormally.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
Abnormal completion?
He hasn't even officially started the overturning of the verdict yet!
The white-bearded old deacon looked as if he had seen a ghost, and his voice completely changed.
"impossible!"
"There is only one possible scenario for abnormal completion."
"Someone cleared the game early this round and even locked their account!"
The red pen in Si Mo's hand snapped in two with a snap.
"Who made the call?"
"With the port owner dead, who can seal the accounts in the ninth cycle?"
The voice just fell.
The gray fog at the end of the channel suddenly parted to both sides.
It's not a crack.
It felt like something was pushing upwards from below.
One inch.
Two inches.
Soon, a whole black stone foundation rose up from the depths of the deleted channel.
A broken flag was stuck in the stone ground.
The flag had a strange number "nine" written on it.
Those aren't the characters used in the port area.
It's not script from Heaven either.
It is not a Buddhist account book either.
But everyone understood it.
That is the stadium logo of the Ninth Stadium.
The Bull Demon King's face twitched.
"Damn, the atmosphere's really heating up."
"So we just hit a doorman?"
Pigsy was too exhausted to even curse anymore, so he could only swallow hard.
Chen Fan hadn't spoken yet.
The third line of text has appeared.
This time, it wasn't on the general ledger.
It's above everyone's heads.
The entire port area was visible.
—The tenth cycle of the calendar begins.
At this moment, let alone those crippled people in the port area.
Even Xuanzang's expression changed.
"The tenth time?"
"They haven't even finished flipping through the ninth page, how can they start the tenth page right away?"
The white-bearded old deacon was shaking like a sieve.
"Opening a new era beyond one's current level..."
"This only happens when there's a change in administrators."
Si Mo seemed to have thought of something and suddenly looked up.
"Operator Panel!"
"Quickly check the operator panel!"
Everyone looked over.
The line of black text slowly unfolded.
It's like they're deliberately trying to whet people's appetites.
Two words came out first.
— Operator.
It paused for a moment.
Only later did the name appear stroke by stroke.
—Chen Fan.
The air died instantly.
Pigsy's eyes bulged out.
"What the heck?"
"You've become an administrator?"
Even the Bull Demon King was dumbfounded.
"No, brother, do you even know that yourself?"
The white-bearded old deacon immediately knelt down, his face covered in sweat.
"New operator..."
"The operator of the tenth cycle... it was you?"
"This is wrong, this is absolutely wrong!"
Chen Fan himself was also taken aback.
He could feel something deep inside the main tent connecting with him.
It's not about acknowledging a master.
It's more like they forced me into a certain position.
Someone pushed him up there.
They pushed it hard and fast.
It's like asking him to immediately step forward and take the first blow for someone who's truly hiding.
Xuanzang stared at the line of words, his voice very low.
"Someone is borrowing your car for the tenth time."
Sun Wukong also turned to look at him.
"Old Chen, something is calling you from that area up ahead."
Chen Fan followed his gaze.
Deep within the rising Ninth Primordial Realm, the Black Stone Gate opens layer by layer.
There is no way behind the door.
There was only one huge main tent platform.
A green lamp sits on the table.
A figure sat under the lamp.
The man kept his head down.
He didn't lift his face until all the doors were fully open.
The moment Chen Fan saw that face, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.
Because that person looked exactly like him.
The man raised his hand, pressed down on the green lamp, and gently tapped the tabletop towards him.
"You're too late."
"This is the tenth time; I've already written the first page for you."