River East Tang Street.
The street named after the Tang family's family name was now full of cheers and cheers.
Countless well-known figures gathered at the Tang family's ancestral temple and carried out the annual ancestral worship ceremony of the Tang clan.
However, this excitement was definitely not inferior to that of a live-in son-in-law named Qin Chuan.
The moment he stepped into the ancestral hall, Qin Chuan's wife, Tang Zhibing, gave an order coldly, "You're not qualified to attend today's sacrificial ceremony. Stay in the room over there for a while before the sacrificial ceremony is over. Don't make any trouble. Remember your identity!"
Qin Chuan nodded indifferently and did not express any displeasure or dissatisfaction.
A live-in son-in-law was destined to be inferior to others the moment he entered the house.
Creak.
Qin Chuan gently pushed open the broken door of the wing room. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw everything in the wing room.
This was not a wing room, but a storage room!
The room was full of all kinds of things, which were messy. As Qin Chuan pushed the door open, the whole room was filled with dust and it was hard to breathe.
"Does Tang Zhibing intend to let me stay in such a room for an entire day?"
"Does he really not take me as a human being?"
Qin Chuan suppressed his anger and took two steps inside the house.
Immediately, there was a clear footprint on the ground, which showed how long the dust in the house had been piled up.
With a crash, Qin Chuan casually flipped through the pile of things piled up into a mountain. Most of them were old furniture that had been eliminated from the Tang ancestral hall.
Occasionally, there were some strange little things, but they were all defective products and had no value.
Qin Chuan shook his head and was ready to leave.
However, the moment he turned around, a book suddenly fell to the ground from a high place.
With a thud, a large amount of dust splashed.
Through the dust, he could vaguely see the four words on the cover: "KingTong's Mysterious Sutra".
"What is it?" Qin Chuan picked it up curiously.
The book was yellowish and wrinkled. It looked dilapidated.
Opening the cover, Qin Chuan tried to find out what kind of book it was.
However, after reading the whole book, Qin Chuan was dumbfounded.
Except for a line of words on the title page, the rest of the book was blank!
The first line of words on the title list was even more confusing.
"If you recite my true name, you'll get my true scripture."
There were two small words at the end of the character: Huntian.
It should be the so-called author's real name.
"What nonsense?" Qin Chuan complained and wanted to throw the book back to the pile of debris.
However, for some reason, a trace of curiosity suddenly rose in Qin Chuan's heart. He couldn't help but want to recite this name and see what would happen.
Qin Chuan suppressed his emotions and looked at the two small characters on the title page. He hesitated for a moment before gently reciting them.
"Huntian!"
The sound was neither loud nor low. It floated gently in the room and echoed layer by layer.
There was a hint of expectation in Qin Chuan's eyes.
Just a moment later, the expectation in Qin Chuan's eyes faded quickly.
Because nothing happened in the room, and the books did not change.
"It seems to be just a prank."
Qin Chuan threw the book in disappointment and turned to leave.
However, before Qin Chuan could take a step forward, something strange happened!
The book that was thrown into the air by Qin Chuan was strangely frozen in the air!
The pages of the book moved automatically even though there was no wind.
The pages that were quickly turning over were like turning a page, drawing a blurred pattern in the air.
It was a huge golden eye!
"Wh-what's going on?"
Qin Chuan was stunned.
In the next second, the golden eyes suddenly opened, like the dignified eyes of heaven, bursting with thousands of rays of light.
On the blank page of the book, lines of tiny characters appeared one after another. They merged with the light and shot into Qin Chuan's eyes.
Weng!
Qin Chuan's mind went blank in an instant, and he was stunned on the spot. The golden light shone on him, like a gold bronze statue placed in the room.
After an unknown period of time, Qin Chuan moved his fingers and finally woke up.
As Qin Chuan woke up, the book in the air suddenly fell to the ground. It was blown by the wind and turned into powder.
It seemed that it had never existed.
"I see!"
Qin Chuan released a breath of air. His pair of eyes seemed to have experienced a thousand years of vicissitudes, indescribably deep and peaceful.
"This is a book of Taoism! It's a fortune-teller's way of divination, which is passed down from the human flow called Huntian. The core of this fortune-teller's method is... KingTong!"
"By looking at KingTong, I can see through all the geography of Yin and Yang, and the result of life. Compared with the ordinary Buzhao's Tao, it is much faster, more accurate, and more amazing!"
"The huge golden eye I saw just now should be the so-called KingTong. It's just that it has clearly been projected into my mind, but why can't I feel its existence?"
Qin Chuan stood where he was and muttered to himself with a confused and confused look.
Gulp...
At this time, Qin Chuan suddenly felt hungry.
Qin Chuan took out his phone and took a look. His face changed slightly.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening!
Qin Chuan had been in this storage room for 12 hours!
During these 12 hours, no one had ever looked for him. It was as if there was no such person in the Tang family!
Including his wife, Tang Zhibing!
"What a pitiful son-in-law!" Qin Chuan sneered at himself and walked out of the room.
In this self-mocking sound as usual, there was a coldness and unwillingness that even Qin Chuan himself did not notice.
