togophonebook Chapter 161 The Old Tower Master's Afterimage
Chapter 161 The Old Tower Master's Afterimage
After the afterimage finished speaking.
The gray line in the well became brighter.
Chen Fan didn't move.
He looked at the gray lines.
"The roots of the tower?"
The afterimage nodded.
"The Seventh Tower".
"I built every single floor by myself."
"The well is the foundation."
"The gray line connects the white marks on all the floors."
"Delete it."
"The white seals all collapsed."
Si Mo listened from behind.
His expression changed.
The White Seal is the core asset of the Seventh Tower.
It has been accumulated over three hundred years.
"You deleted yourself and left back then."
Chen Fan said.
"Why leave a backdoor?"
The afterimage remained silent for a moment.
Always leave yourself an out.
"What if he comes back?"
His voice was very faint.
It doesn't sound like a lie.
Chen Fan stared at him.
The system notification is still ringing.
[Backdoor detected from former administrator]
[Clearance plan being generated]
Option 1: Force Deletion
[Risk: Tower structural integrity decreases by 73%]
Option Two: Transfer of Control
[Needs the cooperation of the old master Cannian]
Chen Fan saw the second one.
"Cooperate."
"How can we cooperate?"
The afterimage laughed.
"I will not cooperate."
"This back door is mine."
"Not from headquarters."
"It's not yours either."
He raised his hand.
Pointing to the well.
The gray line jumped.
Like a heartbeat.
"Your headquarters is always fighting amongst yourselves."
"I don't care."
"But I built this tower."
"Nobody can take it all."
Chen Fan understood.
The old tower master wasn't standing over there in the main hall.
He was standing on this side of the tower.
"You said the main hall is available anytime."
"But you didn't activate it for them."
"Is that right?"
The afterimage did not deny it.
"When they discovered the back door."
"I've already deleted it."
"The regret in the signature record."
"They can't mobilize them."
"It can only be triggered by someone."
He glanced at Chen Fan.
"You're the first one."
"It was triggered so quickly."
Si Mo took a step forward.
"Then what did you mean by 'choose one of two' earlier?"
"Who are you trying to fool?"
The afterimage didn't see her.
Just look at Chen Fan.
"It's not a lie."
"It's the truth."
"Delete the backdoor."
"The tower collapsed."
"I won't delete it."
"The headquarters will come again sooner or later."
"I just wanted to take a look."
What would you choose?
Chen Fan put his hand into his pocket.
He took out the black signature.
The seal is still vibrating.
Like they're waiting for something.
"You deleted it yourself back then."
"Is it because the headquarters is going to take over the Seventh Tower?"
The afterimage's eyelid twitched.
How did you know?
"Just a guess."
Chen Fan placed the signature on the edge of the well.
The signature and seal vibrated even more violently.
"Holding the pen for three hundred years."
"Suddenly deleted and left."
"Leave a backdoor open, don't delete it."
"Leaving behind regrets."
"You're not waiting for the main hall."
"You're waiting for someone who can take over."
The gray line in the well jumped again.
It's not a flash.
It's shaking.
The afterimage watched him.
Looked for a long time.
"Junior."
"How old are you."
"Twenty-four."
The afterimage laughed.
He laughed silently.
Like the sound of wind at the bottom of a well.
"When I was building the seventh tower."
"Twenty-six."
"Holding the pen for three hundred years."
"No one will inherit it."
"Headquarters is taking over."
"I'd rather delete it myself."
"We won't give them to them either."
He lowered his hand.
The gray line followed his hand back down.
"you're right."
"I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone who can pick me up."
He pointed to the signature.
"This thing."
"It's the black seal of the General Court."
"You can get it."
"That shows you're capable."
"But take over the Seventh Tower."
"Having ability alone is not enough."
He took half a step forward.
The afterimage has no weight.
But stepping on the ground.
Si Mo could feel the vibration.
It's very light.
Very heavy.
"You have to prove it."
"You deserve this tower."
Chen Fan remained silent.
The system beeped again.
[New Quest Triggered]
[Seventh Tower Inheritance Trial]
[Initiator: The Regret of the First Tower Master]
[Trial Content: Proof of Bearing Capacity (Full Version)]
[Trial Level: Tower Master Level]
[Completion Reward: Complete Control of the Seventh Tower]
[Failure Penalty: Tower Structure Collapses]
Chen Fan saw the last four words.
"The trial you set."
"Will it destroy the tower?"
The afterimage nodded.
"Unworthy."
"I'd rather destroy it."
"We can't let the headquarters get it either."
His voice was flat.
It's like saying something that's taken for granted.
Si Mo's hand had already touched his sleeve.
Her white slip is still there.
"Chen Fan".
Don't answer.
"This idiot is insane."
"He would rather destroy his own tower."
"Not to outsiders either."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He squatted down.
He placed his hand on the edge of the well.
The gray line crawled across his fingertips.
It's very cold.
Like well water.
"Your tower."
"What standards were used when it was built?"
The afterimage paused for a moment.
"What standards?"
"Bearing capacity".
"The carrying capacity of the white seal."
"And the capacity of the pressure tank."
The afterimage squinted.
Why are you asking this?
Chen Fan stood up.
Brush the dust off your hands.
"Your trial."
"I accepted it."
"But not according to your rules."
He pushed the black signature into the well.
The signature fell off.
There was no sound of water hitting the surface.
But the gray lines all lit up.
It's not a grayish brightness.
It is white.
All the white seals on the seventh layer opened simultaneously.
The reversal sequence flew out.
It rotates around the well.
For the first time, the afterimage's expression changed.
"What are you doing?"
Chen Fan turned around.
Watching the afterimage.
"You said the tower is yours."
"But the signature is mine."
"The white mark is mine too."
"Proof of your carrying capacity."
"I won't do it."
I'll be myself.
He stretched out his hand.
The dot is on the edge of the well.
A system notification popped up.
[Bearing Capacity Certificate (Main Tower Level)]
[Recipient: Chen Fan]
[Initiation Method: Self-initiated]
[Standard of Proof: Doubled]
The afterimage revealed the words "double".
His hands clenched tightly.
"You're crazy."
"This is the Tower Master level."
"It's not like I've been young before."
"That was the original standard."
"The difficulty is only half of what it is now."
Chen Fan smiled.
That's why I want to double it.
"Look carefully."
"This is what taking over is all about."
The white mark is still flying.
Fly out of the seventh floor.
Fly into the sixth floor.
The fifth floor.
Fourth floor.
The white markings on all floors are responding.
The afterimage stood by the well.
Looking at his own tower.
The lights came on layer by layer.
Like the year he built the tower.
The white mark is lit up for the first time.
#Chapter 500: The Closing Ceremony and Explosive Point. (Closed Loop 9 - Accumulation, Closed Loop 8 - Aftershocks)
The afterimage didn't make a move.
He stood by the well.
Looking at Chen Fan.
Do you know why the seventh tower is the most stable?
Chen Fan did not respond.
The white seal is still circulating inside the tower.
One layer on top of another.
The afterimage continued speaking.
"Because when I was building the tower."
"A rule was set."
"The tower doesn't support useless people."
"Who is dragging down efficiency?"
"Delete whoever you want."
His tone was very flat.
It doesn't seem like showing off.
It's as if they're saying something that's taken for granted.
Si Mo's expression changed.
"Did you make that decision?"
The afterimage nodded.
"The authority of the first tower master."
"I wrote the deletion of the white mark."
"Later, the recycling center took it and used it."
"But they didn't use it well."
"Too rough."
"Too sentimental."
"I deleted people back then."
"Only one number is counted."
"The efficiency of the tower."
He looked at Chen Fan.
"The new sequence you created."
"They can't escape this problem either."
"We'll have to face it sooner or later."
"delete."
"I'm not deleting it."
Chen Fan did not avoid it.
"It will be deleted."
Si Mo suddenly turned to look at him.
Chen Fan continued.
"But the deletion methods are different."
"I'll delete it."
"It must be open to questioning."
"Can be recorded."
"They can be held accountable."
"Not someone like you."
"One person makes the decisions."
The afterimage laughed.
He smiled faintly.
"Efficiency does not need to be questioned."
"Efficiency itself is the answer."
"You create the sequence."
"Supporting so many people."
"It will drag me down sooner or later."
You'll understand when the time comes.
Chen Fan smiled too.
"You are now an afterimage."
"Not the tower owner."
"Your era."
"It's over already."
The afterimage stared at him.
I stared at it for a long time.
Then raise your hand.
My hand is pressed against the edge of the cut-off well.
The gray line in the well suddenly lit up.
The entire Seventh Tower was trembling.
"Then I'll give you a chance."
"The cutting well."
"The final trial."
"You win."
"All the backdoors in the tower."
"I've wiped them all out."
You lose.
"The new sequence inherits the absolute deletion port."
"Just like I was back then."
"One person makes the decisions."
Si Mo stepped forward.
"Chen Fan".
Don't answer.
"He was the first tower master."
"He built the cutoff well."
"He has absolute authority in the well."
Chen Fan didn't look at her.
Only afterimages are visible.
"Absolute authority".
"While you're alive."
"You are now an afterimage."
Even afterimages have flaws.
The afterimage did not refute.
He stepped back.
They retreated into the well.
He was wrapped in gray thread.
It was wrapped very tightly.
Then the well changed.
The well wall is collapsing.
It collapsed into black and white.
Black is on the left.
White is on the right.
There is only one line in the middle.
The line is very thin.
It looks like it was carved with a knife.
Chen Fan stood outside the line.
Looking into the well.
The sound of the afterimage came from the black and white.
"The cutting well."
"Final form".
Only one judgment is allowed.
"Your verdict."
"It's still my verdict."
"Who stays?"
Who wins?
The words were spoken.
The black and white colors suddenly merged together.
Swallow Chen Fan.
Si Mo wanted to rush over.
The wellhead has been sealed.
It wasn't blocked.
It was blocked by a line.
The line is at the wellhead.
Horizontal.
Do not move.
It's like they're waiting.
Waiting for the outcome to be decided inside.
In the well.
Chen Fan stood online.
The left side is completely black.
The right side is all white.
An afterimage stood in the darkness.
Chen Fan stood in the white.
But the white area is shrinking.
The black area is expanding.
The afterimage opened its mouth.
"Cut-off wells will only leave behind the highest efficiency."
"Your sequence is sentient."
"My sequence is ruthless."
"Ruthlessness is more efficient."
"So you're doomed to lose."
Chen Fan lowered his head.
I saw the white under my feet receding.
Step back.
Retreat towards that line.
Retreat again.
He just couldn't stand up
#Chapter 499 can only leave one sentence
In a black and white space.
Only two lines of judgment remain.
The old tower master stood on the left.
Chen Fan stood on the right.
There is a gray line in the middle.
Two lines of text floated on the gray line.
"Those that are not under our control should be deleted before being reviewed."
"Any deletion must be documented first."
The old tower master didn't move.
Chen Fan didn't move either.
All the white seals have been retrieved.
It shrank to a tiny white dot.
It hangs right in the middle of the two sentences of judgment.
Si Mo stood at the edge.
Her feet were already outside the gray line.
I can't get in.
"The rules have changed."
Her voice was very soft.
"That's not the rule inside the tower."
"It is the two tower masters who are establishing new rules."
The system interface pops up.
[Judgment Rule: Clash of Final Judgments]
[Each side left a final sentence in their judgment]
The verdict written by the loser will be forever destroyed.
The winner's verdict becomes a new bottom line for adjudication.
[Only one sentence can be left]
The old tower master looked at the sentence he had written.
"I have been writing for three hundred years."
"The deleted drafts."
"More than you've ever seen."
"Something out of control."
"Delete it, that's the easiest way."
"Trial?"
"It was too late by the time the review was finished."
He raised his hand.
A layer of gray shadow rose up behind me.
It's not a white mark.
It's an old case.
Unfold one by one.
Deletion history.
Seizure record.
Account cancellation record.
All of these are cases of "deleting first and then reviewing".
The numbers are jumping.
The total number of items reached 370,000.
"efficiency."
The old tower master said.
"Governance first."
"It's deleted quickly."
"There will be fewer problems."
"Three hundred years."
"There has never been any major trouble in the tower."
A gray shadow loomed over.
Press it on the gray line.
Chen Fan's judgment began to tremble.
Chen Fan did not back down.
He raised his right hand.
It's not a hand gesture.
It means to open your palm.
Something floated up in my palm.
White mark.
Not like the one in the tower.
It is a white mark used to overturn the verdict.
The first one flew out.
The record of Sun Wukong being imprisoned under the Five Fingers Mountain.
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"We were suppressed back then."
"No trial was conducted."
"Delete it directly."
"His right to resist has been removed."
"His right to object has been removed."
"If it weren't for him breaking the Five Finger Mountain."
"This case."
"It can never be turned over."
The white mark was nailed to the gray line.
The gray line jolted.
The second one flew out.
The case of Tang Sanzang at Lingyun Ferry.
"The pilgrim on his journey to the West".
"Everything was arranged perfectly."
"The route, the master, the calamity."
"Everything was pre-arranged."
"He refuses to leave."
"It was deleted."
"Delete it to make it obedient."
"If he hadn't rediscovered his true self..."
"This case."
"It can't be turned over."
The third piece.
The discarded draft layer.
List database.
The results of a legitimate war.
One by one, they flew out.
It's not a white mark.
It is alive.
Every case is making its voice heard.
They are all proving themselves.
"I am not gibberish."
"I am not a bug."
"I am not an item to be deleted."
The sounds overlapped.
The gray line started moving towards the old tower master.
The old tower master squinted.
"So what if there's a case?"
"efficiency."
"I have lived for three hundred years."
"Three hundred and seventy thousand pieces."
"Your reversal of the verdict."
"Only a few pieces?"
The gray shadow pressed down again.
The numbers are still rising.
380,000.
390,000.
The word "efficiency" comes down to it.
Chen Fan's verdict trembled again.
Chen Fan did not look up.
He was still taking things out.
"Look carefully."
"Not just a few items."
Numbers also appeared behind him.
Huaguo Mountain.
Sun Wukong overturned the Yama King's palace.
Tang Sanzang led people to demolish the Golden Summit Temple.
The white dragon horse crashed into the restrictions of the West Sea Dragon Palace.
The Bull Demon King, along with Red Boy, fought against the Heavenly Court.
Every single one is documented.
Each item has a record.
"evidence."
Chen Fan said.
"You deleted it."
"All of this should be documented."
"No evidence is collected before deletion."
"They deny everything after deleting it."
How can you prove it?
Was the deletion correct?
Digital collision.
The gray line started to crack to both sides.
The old tower master took a step back.
It's not fear.
The gray line had cracked down to his feet.
"Keep evidence?"
"A waste of time."
"A waste of resources."
"Wait until you get your certificate."
"The trouble has already spread."
New cases have emerged behind him.
Case of diffusion.
The chaos caused by the untimely blocking.
One by one.
It's also rising.
Four hundred and one thousand.
420,000.
The numbers on both sides are rising.
Five hundred thousand.
Six hundred thousand.
The gray line has completely cracked.
It split into two.
A judgment that enveloped the old pagoda master.
A verdict that engulfed Chen Fan.
"Collect case studies."
The old tower master said.
"Competing on operational costs."
"I have lived for three hundred years."
"What are you going to use to fight?"
The words were spoken.
The tower began to shake.
It's not the seventh tower.
It is the tower of all nodes.
Everyone is responding.
The First Tower.
The Third Tower.
The fifth tower.
All the precedents left by the old tower owners.
They all rushed over.
The numbers are jumping faster.
Seven hundred thousand.
Eight hundred thousand.
Nine hundred thousand.
Chen Fan's judgment was bent under the weight.
Si Mo is on the edge.
Clench your fists tightly.
"Nine hundred thousand pieces."
"The collision pressure is too great."
"One sentence."
"We can't hold on any longer."
Chen Fan lowered his head.
Looking at the judgment he had written.
"Any deletion must be documented first."
Nine characters.
It's bent.
But it didn't break.
"What do you think?"
"Am I competing with you on quantity?"
He raised his hand.
It's not about lifting it up.
It means to press down.
It was placed on his own judgment.
"I'm going to fight for it."
"Everything that was deleted."
"There should be evidence for everything."
"Prove that it existed."
"Proof that it was deleted."
"Prove the reasons for deletion."
Is it legal?
The words were spoken.
The verdict was straightforward.
It's not about straightening it again.
It's straighter.
It's even straighter than when it was first written.
Those white marks that overturned the verdict.
Attach everything.
Do not pile up quantities.
Every single one of them is saying something.
"I have evidence."
"I request to have my evidence taken first."
The gray line begins to move back.
It's not being moved to the old tower master.
It's the judgment that led to the old tower master.
"Those that are not under our control should be deleted before being reviewed."
Ten characters.
It started shaking.
It was shaking violently.
The old tower master's expression changed.
"Your evidence."
"Can it cover the operating costs for this old man?"
The millions of cases behind him still serve as a deterrent.
But the gray line wouldn't listen.
It's still being moved.
Move it to the root of his judgment.
The roots started to turn black.
It's not the black of a signature.
It was the darkness that was added by Chen Fan's judgment.
"Your case."
"It's all based on a lack of evidence."
Chen Fan said.
"Deleted."
That's it.
"How do you calculate the operating costs?"
"It's all up to you."
"My case."
"Evidence of each one has been preserved."
"Operating costs".
"It's public."
"It can be checked."
"It can be flipped."
The gray line was completely pressed over.
The old tower master's judgment.
It starts to break from the root.
It's not a fragmented sentence.
It's broken down word by word.
"No".
"by".
"control".
"者".
Each word is broken.
Then an old case broke down.
effectiveness.
Delete first, then review.
Completely shattered.
The old tower master reached out his hand.
I want to catch the last word.
The character “审”.
They didn't catch it.
Broken.
The gray line is retracted.
Only one line remains from the two lines of text.
"Any deletion must be documented first."
Steady and steady.
It was nailed to the very center of the black and white space.
The system interface pops up.
[Final Judgment Clash Results]
[Winner: Chen Fan, the current owner of the Seventh Tower]
The new bottom line has been written into the decision-making process.
[Full node synchronization in progress]
[Old verdict: Those who are out of control should be deleted before being reviewed—now gone forever]
The old tower master's afterimage began to fade.
Start with your feet.
It rises little by little.
He looked down at Chen Fan.
It wasn't anger.
It's a very complex expression.
"Keep this as evidence."
"You think these nine words..."
"Can you hold on?"
"Wait until headquarters finds out."
"Let them come at us with new cases."
"Your nine words."
"It's uncertain how long it will last."
The words were spoken.
The afterimage completely dissipated.
The gray lines in the well.
Everything turned white.
Chen Fan stood still.
Look at those nine words.
The words are still lit.
But under the radical.
There is a black spot.
Very small black dots.
Jumping.
Like a heartbeat.
Si Mo saw it too.
"What is this?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at the black dot.
The system interface pops up.
The new bottom line has been written.
[Completed simultaneously]
However, external pressure was detected.
[From the main cutting well of the main hall]
[An existing judgment is attempting to cover this sentence.]
The black dot represents that pressure.
Jumping.
Waiting.
Waiting for the next sentence of judgment.
#Chapter 500 Absolute Deletion, Annihilation
The black dot is still jumping.
He jumped faster than before.
Chen Fan stared at that spot.
The system alarm kept ringing.
Increased external pressure
[The main court's judgment on the well is being received.]
[This sentence is expected to be covered in three breaths]
Si Mo stepped back.
"Was this left by the old tower master?"
"no."
Chen Fan raised his hand.
"He was the first tower master."
"That's what he just said."
"If you delete it, the tower will collapse."
"The main hall can be used anytime without deletion."
"This black spot."
"It's that back door."
The black dot suddenly stopped jumping.
It stopped for less than half a breath.
They started jumping again.
They jump even faster.
Faster.
It's like they're urging you on.
Chen Fan looked at those nine words.
The words are still lit.
The white mark is still spinning.
But the black dot is under the root of the character.
One jump.
One jump.
It's like breathing.
"Si Mo".
"Give me your signature."
Si Mo handed it over.
The character "过" (guo, meaning "passed") on the signature is still there.
Chen Fan took it.
I didn't see the signature.
Stare at the black dot.
The system popped up another notification.
[The verdict will soon be published]
This sentence will be invalid after being overwritten.
[Should it be forcibly retained?]
He chose "No".
Si Mo was stunned.
"Do you choose no?"
"right."
Chen Fan pressed the signature on the ground.
"I don't want to hold anything back."
"I want to delete it."
"Delete this black mark."
The signature touches the ground.
The ground shook.
All nine characters lit up at the same time.
It was blindingly bright.
The black dot started to shake.
It's not a jump.
It's shaking.
It felt like something was squeezing it.
System pop-up window.
[WARNING: The object to be deleted is a Targen-level backdoor]
Deletion will damage the structure of the seventh tower.
[Continue?]
"continue."
The tower suddenly shook.
The seventh floor.
The sixth floor.
The fifth floor.
All floors made noises simultaneously.
It wasn't an explosion.
It didn't shatter.
It is some kind of deeper voice.
It sounded like bones were cracking.
Si Mo gripped the handrail tightly.
"The tower is moving."
"It's not moving."
Chen Fan stood up.
"It's purification."
The black spots started oozing something out.
It's not ink.
It's not gray.
It is some kind of black line.
The line emerges from the black dot.
It fell to the ground.
It turned to ash as soon as it hit the ground.
The ash gathered up again.
They huddled together in the shape of a human.
The lingering image of the old tower master.
But this time...
The afterimage was not standing by the well.
Instead, he stood in front of the nine characters.
He looked down at the nine characters.
She looked up at Chen Fan again.
"You've disturbed the roots."
"right."
"The tower will collapse."
"Won't."
Chen Fan pointed to those nine characters.
"Look carefully."
The words are still there.
"The white mark is still there."
"The tower didn't collapse."
"It's your back door that collapsed."
The afterimage bowed its head.
The nine characters are still lit.
But the black spots.
It is shrinking.
The smaller the black dot.
The afterimage fades.
It's like something has been taken away.
The afterimage suddenly laughed.
She laughed very softly.
"What do you think?"
"The backdoor has been removed."
"Is that all?"
"It's not over yet."
"You just pulled it out."
"But the roots are still there."
"The verdict from the General Office."
"New ones can be planted at any time."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He squatted down.
Place your hand on those nine characters.
The words were vibrating.
The earthquake was very strong.
It's like it's resisting something.
"Si Mo".
"Do you still have the original evidence?"
"exist."
"Give it to me."
Si Mo took out the Root Certificate.
Chen Fan took it.
Put the root of the evidence on nine characters.
The moment the root cause touches the word.
The nine characters suddenly changed.
It doesn't change color.
It changes shape.
The characters are delving into the root evidence.
One word.
Two words.
Three words.
All nine characters were thoroughly examined and verified.
The evidence began to shine.
The light wasn't very bright.
But it's very stable.
It was as steady as a nail driven into a stone.
Chen Fan stood up.
"Is the headquarters planning to install a new backdoor?"
"OK."
"Let's plant it."
"But first, ask me about this certificate."
"It is now the root of the Seventh Tower."
"I want to plant something deep in the roots."
"We need to get the root proof first."
The afterimage looked at the root evidence.
Look at those nine characters embedded inside.
Like nine nails.
It was driven very deep.
"You changed the resident certificate."
"It's not about changing it."
Chen Fan said.
"It's a supplement."
"The original evidence had flaws."
"That black dot is the vulnerability."
"It's been fixed now."
The afterimage remained silent.
He started to disperse.
It's not collapsing.
It fades away little by little.
Like ink dissolving in water.
In the end.
Only one hand remains.
His hand was still pointing to the position of the nine characters.
"Any deletions."
"Evidence must be obtained first."
After he finished speaking...
Their hands were also scattered.
No sound.
There is no light.
It's over.
The black specks crumbled into powder.
The powder was absorbed by the root.
It was sucked very clean.
There was nothing left on the ground.
Si Mo stared at the ground.
"That's all."
"That line of judgment."
"That's all."
System pop-up window.
[Absolute deletion has been cleared]
The backdoor for dealing with the former master has been completely closed.
[Reclaiming residual permissions]
The evidence suddenly jolted.
A new provision has emerged.
The text is very small.
But it's very clear.
Any forced deletion will automatically be frozen and pending review.
Si Mo read it aloud.
"What does this mean?"
"It means..."
Chen Fan said.
"From now on, anyone who tries to forcibly delete anything from the tower..."
"Can't delete it."
"Not only can it not be deleted."
"It will be frozen again."
"Then it will be submitted for review."
"Send it to me for trial."
The system popped up another window.
The back doors of the entire Seventh Tower have been completely removed.
[Seventh node stability significantly improved]
Current stability: 98%
Stability is still increasing.
99%.
100%.
Stop.
The system continued to pop up.
[The capacity of the appeals pool has doubled]
Current capacity: 10 cubic meters
All frozen permissions have been unlocked.
Si Mo took a breath.
"Ten Directions".
"One room can hold ten cases."
"Ten Directions".
"That's one hundred items."
She turned to look at Chen Fan.
"The Seventh Tower can hear one hundred cases at the same time."
"more than."
Chen Fan looked at the evidence.
"It's not just about adjudicating cases now."
"It can also freeze."
"What does the headquarters want to delete?"
"Freeze it first."
"retrial."
"The trial is over."
"I said you can only delete it if you can."
The system then displayed a final notification.
[Stage 1 Mission Accomplished]
Capture and hold the seventh tower.
[The goal of reaching 100 chapters has been achieved]
Rewards will be distributed at the relevant timeframes.
The white markings inside the tower suddenly stopped.
It paused for a moment.
It's spinning again.
But this time...
The direction it turned was different from before.
Previously, the expansion was outwards.
Now we're taking it in.
All the light is being drawn inward.
Receive the root certificate.
Take those nine words into account.
It was moved to the seventh floor.
Si Mo looked at the tower.
"it's over?"
"This stage."
"it's over."
Chen Fan looked down at the signature.
The character "过" (guo, meaning "passed") on the signature is still there.
But there was an extra line of small print at the bottom.
[The Seventh Tower - The Judge's Seat]
[Privilege Level: Highest]
He turned over the signature.
The back of the signature.
That darkness is still there.
But in black.
Something is moving.
Something very small.
Like a fragment.
The fragments are spinning.
Working hard.
Piece them together to form a corner.
A corner of a map.
Si Mo leaned closer to take a look.
"What is this?"
"coordinate."
Chen Fan stared at the fragment.
The debris stopped.
On the pieced-together image.
It has a few words on it.
[Outer Ring Road of the Recycling Center Main Hall - Zero Recycling Port]
System pop-up window.
[Next stage clues unlocked]
The first coordinate fragment has been activated.
All fragments need to be collected.
[Locating the core area of the recycling center]
The light outside the window dimmed for a moment.
Chen Fan put away the signature.
Looking out from the tower.
"Port Zero".
"The next stop."
Si Mo did not respond.
She looked down at the bottom of the tower.
The direction of the main hall.
There is light flashing.
It's not the light printed in white.
It's another kind.
Older.
Chapter 501 The First Trial After the War
The door to the seventh tower opened.
It's not the way it's usually driven.
It's pushing from the inside out.
It's being pushed very slowly.
The people standing outside the door could see it very clearly.
The lobby at the bottom of the tower has changed.
The original signature and printing windows have all been removed.
It was replaced with a row of long tables.
White paper was spread on the table.
The ink stick was pressed against the edge of the paper.
Three people were sitting behind the table.
Tang Sanzang is in the center.
The one who observes the sutra sits on the left.
Si Mo is on the right.
Each of the three had a stack of files in front of them.
The case file is very thick.
The cover is stamped with the New Tower white seal.
The crowd outside surged inside.
No one stopped them.
No one registered.
New rules.
The trial was open to the public.
Anyone is welcome.
The first person to enter was an old man in a gray robe.
The sleeves were worn through at the edges.
He was holding an old signature in his hand.
The signature has words engraved on it.
"Edge Experimental Field - Seventh Batch - Recycled".
The old man stood in front of the long table.
Tang Sanzang looked up at him.
"Your case."
"Report it."
The old man's hand trembled slightly.
The signature fell onto the table.
It made a very soft tapping sound.
"I did nothing wrong."
"The day the experimental field yielded results."
"People from the recycling center have arrived."
"Close the venue."
"Detain my people too."
"They said I broke the rules."
"They say the experimental data was fabricated."
"But what about my batch of data?"
"It can increase the yield of spiritual plants by 30%."
"It can land."
"It's not fake."
His voice was not high.
But he pronounced each word very clearly.
It's like they've been holding it in for a long time.
Si Mo opened the file.
There was a record of the Amitabha Sutra tucked inside.
It was just brought up.
The records are very detailed.
time.
location.
person.
Process.
One by one.
Everything is on the chain.
Tang Sanzang looked at the records.
The year you were recycled.
"The judgment issued by the recycling court."
"It says 'Experiment deviates from baseline'."
"It's not fake."
The old man was stunned.
"But the one I received."
"What's written is fabricated."
Tang Sanzang pushed the record over.
"The original is here."
"See for yourself."
The old man bowed his head.
There was only one line of text on the paper.
The handwriting is old.
It's the original cut from back then.
[Seventh Batch of Edge Experimental Fields: Experimental Deviations - Recall and Rectification]
The word "forgery" was not used.
The old man's hands began to tremble.
It's even more powerful than before.
"The portion they gave me."
"That's not how it works."
"They said it was fake."
Points will be deducted.
"It needs to be downgraded."
"Leave a message in the file."
"I stayed for thirty years."
Thirty years.
Si Mo heard this.
The pen in my hand paused for a moment.
Ink splattered on the paper.
She didn't wipe it.
Just pull out that piece of paper.
I changed it to a different one.
The observer looked at the records on the chain.
The judgment wording has been changed.
"You accept that copy."
"Eight characters were added."
"Data fraud will never be tolerated."
"Add it to the delivery process."
"The person added was the delivery officer at the time."
"His surname is Zheng."
"He has been transferred."
"We are now recovering the branch in West Continent."
The old man looked up.
"Transfer?"
"Did it go up or down?"
The observer brought out another chain.
"You've been promoted."
"Now I am the deputy presiding judge of the division."
The old man didn't speak.
He simply picked up the signature on the table.
It was squeezed very tightly.
My knuckles have turned white.
Tang Sanzang looked at him.
What do you want?
"Reversal of the verdict?"
"Holding them accountable?"
"I want them both."
"It also needs to be made public."
"Everyone needs to know."
"I didn't fake it."
"They changed it."
"Change my file."
"Deduct my points."
"Using my case to gain credit."
Thirty years.
"I want it back."
His voice was no longer loud.
But it's very hard.
Like old tree roots.
The kind of hardness that's embedded in the ground.
Someone in the audience moved.
They are messengers from the periphery.
The new guy.
I just heard that the Seventh Tower is holding a public trial.
They rushed over.
We arrived late.
Standing in the back row.
But I could hear it clearly.
"This kind of case can be overturned?"
"An old grievance from decades ago."
"Can the recycling court recognize it?"
The person next to him glanced at him.
"Don't you see where the top of the tower is?"
"The new tower."
"White mark".
"The tower where Chen Fan stood."
"He set the rules."
"Open trial."
"There are records on the blockchain."
"Who changed it?"
"Whoever does it has to admit it."
"I don't acknowledge it."
"Tali can adjust the chain."
"We can reconcile the accounts."
"It can be enforced."
Don't forget.
"The cut-off well is right under the tower."
"He can write judgments."
"It can be changed."
Someone in the front row responded.
"This case has been reopened."
"It's not just for him alone."
"The edge experimental field was reclaimed."
"How much over the years?"
"How many of them were altered or cut?"
"How many of them are innocent?"
"An overturning of the verdict."
"The rest will all be revealed."
"Can the recycling center just sit there?"
No one answered.
But the atmosphere in the gallery changed.
It's not nervousness.
It is expectation.
It's the kind of anticipation that comes with seeing an old building about to collapse.
Tang Sanzang picked up the pen.
I wrote a few words on the paper.
The characters are very clear.
[Reversal of verdict established]
[Original ruling revoked]
[Removal of archival stains]
[Points Recovery]
[Holding Officer Zheng Accountable]
Put down the pen.
The white seal is applied.
Si Mo then pulled out a new sheet of paper.
A public announcement was prepared.
The handwriting is neat and legible.
The inscription reads "Seventh Tower".
The ink wasn't dry yet.
It was posted directly on the bulletin board outside the tower gate.
The people standing in front of the railing saw it.
Someone took out their signature.
Screen recording.
Forward.
It spread to the surrounding areas.
It was transmitted to the branch tower.
The old channels that led to the recycling center.
It spread to those on the fringes who were still observing.
Fifteen minutes later.
Three more applications appeared on Si Mo's desktop.
They're all from outside.
The first one.
The seventh edge field of East Continent.
Requesting cooperation.
The second one.
Old recycling warehouse in the South Island.
Requesting access to the Seventh Tower adjudication system.
The third one.
It comes from a place with a very strange name.
"Zero-draft remnants".
Si Mo looked at the name.
He frowned slightly.
"Zero draft".
"It's not a number."
"It's not a venue either."
"The remaining domain."
"It's an abandoned area."
"Recycle the areas the recycling center doesn't need."
"A place like this."
Why would you submit a cooperation request?
She clicked on the request.
There is only one line of text.
We also have cases to overturn.
[Bigger than his]
Dare to accept?
The handwriting is very messy.
But very forcefully.
It looks like the writer's hand was shaking.
It's not fear.
What is being pressed down?
It's been suppressed for a long time.
Outside the tower.
Sun Wukong stood on the steps.
He was carrying a person in his hand.
He was a spy dressed in black.
He had old signature marks pinned to his waist.
It is printed with "West Continent Recycling Branch".
The scout was lifted into the air.
Feet off the ground.
His face turned bright red.
"That's me."
"I just came to take a look."
"No other meaning."
Sun Wukong looked at him.
"That thing in your waist."
"Can be recorded."
"It can be transmitted."
"It can explode."
"All three functions are on."
"You said you came to 'take a look'?"
The spy's face turned even redder.
It turned red almost purple.
Sun Wukong threw him to the ground.
It didn't fall.
Just throw it away.
The scout stumbled a few steps when he landed.
The signature on my waistband has come off.
It broke in two.
A silver needle was visible inside.
The needle tip is blackened.
It's not the black of ink.
It's poison.
"Go back and tell your superiors."
"Send someone next time."
"Don't bring any weapons."
Use your brain.
"The Seventh Tower will hold a public trial."
"Neither hiding nor concealing."
"You must listen."
"Come in and listen."
"Don't stand outside."
"It's windy outside."
"It's easy to fall."
The scout got up.
I didn't dare pick up the signature.
He turned and ran.
It runs very fast.
It felt like I was being chased by something.
Sun Wukong watched his retreating figure.
I didn't pursue it.
They simply kicked the broken stamps aside.
He turned and walked into the tower.
Inside the tower.
Si Mo held the request for "Zero Draft Remnant Domain".
It was handed to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan finished reading that line of text.
He didn't say anything.
Just looking at the signature.
There was no name at the end.
There is only one marker.
A circle.
A line is drawn inside the circle.
The wire broke.
It is divided into three sections.
Each segment is very short.
But it can't be connected.
A system pop-up window appeared.
[A request from an unfamiliar domain was detected]
[Source: Zero Draft Remnant Domain]
Location: Unmarked area
[Status: Actively Abandoned]
Risk Level: Cannot be assessed
[Recommendation: Exercise caution when handling]
Chen Fan put the paper down.
"Zero draft".
"It was a deleted draft."
"The remaining domain."
"It's a domain that was deleted but still exists."
"How many drafts did the Recycling Court delete?"
"That's how many remnants there are."
"They came to our door."
"It's not a coincidence."
"It's because the Seventh Tower case has been overturned."
"I see it can be flipped."
"Just arrived."
Si Mo looked at him.
Should I answer or not?
Chen Fan did not answer.
I was just looking out the window.
There is light coming from outside the window.
It's not the white mark inside the tower.
It's a place even further away.
The direction of the zero draft remnant domain.
The light was dim.
But it's still flashing.
Like deleted words.
It's still on the back of the paper.
Waiting to rewrite it.
Chapter 502 Zero Draft Remnant Domain
Should I answer or not?
Si Mo asked again.
Chen Fan still didn't answer.
He stared at the dim light outside the window.
As if trying to figure something out.
The system interface pops up.
External access request detected
[Source: Zero Draft Remnant Domain]
[Signal Characteristics: Originating from the Sea of Failure]
[But the time period is older.]
[Approximately 600 years ago]
"Six hundred years."
Chen Fan read it aloud.
Si Mo frowned.
"Even earlier than the Sea of Failure?"
"When was that draft written?"
"The earliest batch on the outer layer."
A dim light flashed outside the window.
It flashed again.
It sounded like someone was knocking on a window.
"They are waiting."
Si Mo said.
"I've been waiting since just now."
"That patience."
"This doesn't seem like something a remnant of the realm should have."
Chen Fan turned his head.
"What should the remnant region be like?"
"urgent."
"I was in a hurry to delete everything."
"I'm afraid it will be deleted again."
"I'm afraid even the cripples won't be left."
"They are not afraid."
Si Mo looked out the window.
"They are knocking on the door."
"No rush."
"Very stable."
The dim light flashed again.
This time the flash lasted a bit longer.
Words emerged from the light.
The characters are very faint.
[Outer Ring Road of the Recycling Center Main Hall - Cruise Map]
[Exchange Only]
It's not free.
Chen Fan didn't move.
The system popped up another window.
[My self-introduction for the Zero-Draft Remnant Domain has been accepted]
[Self-proclaimed: Specializing in collecting manuscripts whose outermost layers were the earliest to be erased]
[Duration: Six hundred years earlier than the Failed Sea]
Number of surviving manuscripts: Unknown
Signal stability: High
"high."
Chen Fan glanced at the word.
"Something that was deleted six hundred years ago."
"The signal is even more stable than the seventh tower."
"This is not normal."
Si Mo also looked over.
"That's not normal."
"Either it's really stable."
"Or yes."
"Someone is helping them stabilize the situation."
The tower fell silent for a moment.
Only the gray wire in the well was still making a sound.
Gently.
It sounds like turning pages.
Chen Fan suddenly asked.
"This remnant territory."
"How did you find us?"
Si Mo opened the signature record.
I traced a few lines with my finger.
"The first trial after the war."
"Those deletion rulings."
"Some of the manuscripts are from [the source material]."
"Marking it means it's a zero draft."
"When the Seventh Tower case was overturned."
"Then their signal appeared."
"We observed them for two days."
"They only just knocked on the door."
"observe."
Chen Fan repeated this word.
"The deleted draft."
"Observe how living people overturn verdicts."
"I watched it for two days."
"That's when I decided to come."
"This doesn't look like the remnants of the realm."
"Like a human being."
The dim light outside the window froze.
It stopped flashing.
It stopped at the window.
It looks like an eye.
Words reappeared in the light.
We also have data on the outer ring road of the main hall.
[Including the location of Port Zero]
[Exchange condition: Access to the overturned verdict sequence]
[Only one floor connected]
Do not touch the main well.
Chen Fan saw the line of text.
Especially the last four.
Zero port of recovery.
I just got the fragment in the last chapter.
The markings on the fragments.
This is the port.
Now the remnant domain has been directly mentioned.
too fast.
It's as if they already knew.
He got the fragment.
"Si Mo".
"Are there any transaction records for this remnant territory in the signature?"
Si Mo Fan.
It was translated very carefully.
"no."
"In the history of recycling courts."
"No remnant domain has ever proactively connected to the overturning case tower."
This is the first time.
"It could also be a trap."
"It could also be genuine intelligence."
She closed the seal.
"You decide."
Chen Fan looked at the ball of light in the window.
The light is still waiting.
Do not move.
No flash.
Just leave it there.
Just like it says.
Not urgent.
We waited for six hundred years.
It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer.
"Try connecting."
Chen Fan said.
Not fully open.
"Only one line."
"Try it remotely."
"If we can get through, we'll exchange intelligence."
"It can't be passed."
"Disconnected".
Si Mo nodded.
He raised his hand and made a mark on the signature.
The white mark at the top of the tower lit up.
It splits into a very thin line.
White.
It's as thin as a spider's silk.
The line extends out.
I came across the dim light at the window.
The light moved.
It's not a flash.
It is an expansion.
Like rolled-up paper.
It was gradually smoothed out by people.
The paper was covered in writing.
densely packed.
However, most of them involve deletions or modifications.
Red.
Draw it horizontally.
Some words were half-painted off.
Some entire lines or paragraphs were crossed out.
At the very bottom.
There are new words.
Still writing.
Write it stroke by stroke.
[Cruise Map of the Outer Ring Road of the Recycling Center Main Hall]
[Drawing Number: 0-000-001]
[Drawing time: When the first batch of outer layers was reclaimed and established]
[Illustrator: Deleted]
[Preservation Status: Damaged]
"Disabled".
Si Mo stared at the word.
"The image is incomplete."
"Incomplete intelligence."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at a certain spot on the map.
The image is being extended.
The structure of the outer ring is gradually revealed.
Most of the markings have been painted over.
But one marker remains.
Very old ink.
Write it on the very edge.
Port Zero (Recovery Port)
Location: Lower level of the outer ring of the main hall
Current status: Closed
Reason for closure: Deleted
There was also a line of smaller text at the bottom.
Smaller.
Older.
[Retained in the port: The first batch of recovered manuscript fragments]
[Including but not limited to]
[The part was painted over.]
Chen Fan wanted to see what happened next.
But the traces of the paint were too heavy.
Several layers were drawn with red pen.
The paper was almost torn.
"Someone doesn't want people to see it."
Si Mo said.
"Turn off the image."
"They even made a record of it."
"But it wasn't completely clean."
"The zeroth port of call still exists."
That's enough.
Chen Fan nodded.
System pop-up window.
[Intelligence exchange complete]
[Obtained: Partial map of the outer ring road of the Recycling Court Main Hall]
The location of Port Zero has been identified.
[Next stage: Collect the remaining coordinate fragments]
Current progress: 1/5
The dim light from the window began to fade.
The paper-like pages slowly rolled up.
It's halfway rolled up.
It stopped again.
At the very bottom.
Another line of text appeared.
It's not the old type of character.
It was newly written.
I write very slowly.
[Seventh Tower Master]
The main headquarters' draft system is being restarted.
The speed has increased.
[Not a natural reboot]
[Someone is urging us.]
The characters are finished.
The dim light dissipated.
The window was replaced with ordinary glass.
Outside are a cluster of towers.
There's also the direction of the main hall further away.
There is light flashing.
It's not the light printed in white.
It's another kind.
Even more urgent.
Si Mo looked at the words still on the glass.
It wasn't completely wiped away.
"It's not a natural reboot."
She read it aloud.
"How did they know?"
"They themselves are the unfinished manuscript."
"The headquarters' drafting system."
"That's where you delete them."
Chen Fan said.
"Six hundred years."
"I've been watching it."
"Look how it got deleted."
"Look at the people who deleted them."
"What are you doing?"
He raised his hand and wiped the words off the glass.
"Draft system restarted."
"Someone is urging us."
"It's free."
"Do not exchange conditions."
Why?
Si Mo asked.
"Because they are afraid."
Chen Fan looked outside.
"I'm afraid the headquarters will come again."
"Delete their last remaining territory as well."
"Give us intelligence."
"It's about putting us at the forefront."
"It's still an open conspiracy."
A sound came from below the tower.
It wasn't Bai Yin's voice.
It was a knock on the door.
A very formal knock on the door.
Three times.
stop.
Repeatedly.
Si Mo looked down at the signature.
A line of text appeared on the seal.
[Entrance to the Seventh Tower]
[Visitors: An official delegation from the Heavenly Court]
[Identity Verification: True]
Purpose of visit: Not stated.
Chen Fan didn't move.
Looking towards the doorway.
There was another knock on the door.
This time it's heavier.
Not urgent.
But I won't back down.
Like people waiting outside.
He knew he would definitely be asked to go in.
The light from the direction of the main hall outside the window flashed even more rapidly.
#Chapter 503 The Heavenly Court Delegation Comes to Talk
The knocking stopped on the third time.
Chen Fan didn't move.
Si Mo placed the seal on the table.
The signatures indicate that there are five people standing at the door.
Four people wearing official robes.
One was dressed in casual clothes.
Look at the positions.
The one in casual clothes was walking in front.
"Let them in?"
Si Mo asked.
Chen Fan nodded.
The door opened.
Five people walked in.
The middle-aged man in casual clothes who was walking at the front first bowed.
"Mr. Chen from the Seventh Tower?"
"I am Zhang Xuan, the Chief Envoy of the Foreign Affairs Department of the Heavenly Court."
"I have been ordered to come and negotiate."
That's too kind of you.
But their eyes were already scanning the tower.
The white mark is still shining.
The light on the ninth floor hasn't gone out yet.
Zhang Xuan took another look.
There were four people in official robes behind him.
He didn't say anything.
They stood in neat posture.
Like someone who has been trained.
Chen Fan did not offer him a seat.
"What are we discussing?"
Zhang Xuan didn't mind.
He pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Mr. Chen was straightforward."
"Then I'll just say it directly."
"The Heavenly Court is willing to acknowledge part of the status of the Seventh Node."
There is only one condition.
"Yang Jian's incomplete writings were returned to Heaven."
"The old case has been sealed off."
"We will no longer pursue the matter further."
After saying that, he looked at Chen Fan.
Waiting for a response.
Si Mo stood next to Chen Fan.
His hand pressed on the signature.
The tower fell silent for a few moments.
Chen Fan smiled.
"Zhang Zhengshi."
"You call that being straightforward?"
"Acknowledge partial status."
"What is meant by 'part'?"
"Sealed up old cases."
"What does 'sealing' mean?"
"besides."
He raised his hand.
Pointing north of the tower.
There is a room there.
The door was closed.
"Yang Jian's Fragments"
"You mean it's something being returned?"
"He is not an object."
Zhang Xuan's smile remained unchanged.
"Mr. Chen."
"I know what you want."
"But that's what Heaven can give."
That's all.
"Acknowledge the seventh node."
"That's already a huge concession."
"As for sealing up old cases."
"It's good for everyone."
"Let bygones be bygones."
Why bother digging it out?
"The matter of Yang Jian."
"He himself may not have wanted to make a big fuss."
"Return it to Heaven."
"We can guarantee his safety."
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
That makes a lot of sense.
Chen Fan listened.
Wait until he finishes speaking.
"Zhang Zhengshi."
You've got three things wrong.
"First."
"The status of the seventh node."
"It wasn't given by the Heavenly Court."
"I hit him."
"second."
"The old case has been sealed off."
"I don't accept it."
"We need to talk."
"We will only discuss public review."
"third."
He said this.
The door to the north room opened.
Those who have emerged from this situation.
Wearing an old robe.
The cuffs are frayed.
But it's not worn out.
The marks are from the blade.
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings.
He walked out of it on his own.
Standing at the top of the stairs.
The sound wasn't loud.
But it's very clear.
"I am not a returned item."
"I am a witness involved in the incident."
Zhang Xuan's expression changed.
He finally stopped smiling.
Looking at the incomplete chapters of Yang Jian's works.
I watched for three breaths.
"Yang Jian".
"You know what you're doing."
"Incomplete state".
"If a public review is conducted."
You will be scrutinized repeatedly.
"Every time you check it."
"One word will be dropped."
"at last."
"You will become a blank sheet of paper."
Yang Jian's fragmentary text did not provide an answer.
He raised his hand.
The cuffs slipped down.
There were words on his wrist.
Very small characters.
[Yang Jian, the Seventh Tower, and a Witness]
It wasn't printed on.
It is the light of the white imprint.
It was written layer by layer.
Zhang Xuan saw it.
The four officials in official robes behind him were also visible.
No one spoke.
Chen Fan stood up.
"Zhang Zhengshi."
"Now you know."
"I'm not haggling."
"I'm right."
"We will only discuss public review."
"The old case has been sealed off."
Don't even think about it.
Zhang Xuan remained silent for a long time.
It lasted so long that the light on the signature flashed three times.
Finally, he said.
"Mr. Chen."
"You're like this."
"Being in Heaven is a difficult job."
"but."
"We're not here to argue."
"Since Yang Jian's stance on the fragment has already been determined..."
"Then let's try a different approach."
"We are willing to establish a temporary communication line with the Seventh Tower."
"Daily tasks".
"We can exchange opinions through this channel."
"Avoid misjudgment."
"What do you think?"
Their attitude softened.
But in his voice.
They're still testing the waters.
Chen Fan understood.
"A communication line is fine."
"But there are conditions."
"What are the conditions?"
"The Heavenly Court will first withdraw a batch of documents."
"What document?"
"Old wanted notices targeting Huaguo Mountain."
"It was posted three hundred years ago."
It was issued 150 years ago.
"And the ones from last month."
"Withdraw completely."
Zhang Xuan's fingers tightened for a moment.
It loosened up quickly.
"Mr. Chen."
"These documents."
"It involves many old cases."
"I need to ask for instructions."
"No rush."
Chen Fan sat down again.
"You can go back and ask for instructions."
"The document will not be withdrawn."
"No communication lines will be established."
"Yang Jian's Fragments"
"They will also speak publicly."
"You and the Heavenly Court."
"We'll see."
Zhang Xuan stood up.
This time I stood up very quickly.
"I will pass it on."
"We will reply within three days at the latest."
He then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
He turned and walked out.
Four officials in official robes followed.
I walked to the door.
Zhang Xuan stopped again.
He didn't turn around.
"Mr. Chen."
"People of Buddhism."
"We've reached the foot of the mountain."
"The mission they brought."
"Its scale is larger than ours."
"and."
He paused.
"I brought an acquaintance with me."
After saying that, he left.
The door closed.
The tower fell silent again.
Si Mo looked at the signature.
New information was revealed on the seal.
[At the foot of the Seventh Pagoda Mountain]
[Visitors: An official Buddhist delegation]
[Identity Verification: True]
[Alone]
[Identity Verification: True]
Name: Jin Chanzi
Chen Fan looked at that name.
Jin Chanzi.
The previous incarnation of Tang Sanzang.
The Buddhist sect brought this person out.
We're here to talk.
They're here to demonstrate.
The light from the direction of the main hall outside the window flashed even more rapidly.
The sound of bells came from the foot of the mountain.
It's not from the tower.
It belongs to a temple.
A sound.
Two sounds.
Third tone.
stop.
Chapter 504 Acquaintances Brought by the Buddhist Sect
The bells stopped ringing.
The tower gate was not open.
Si Mo looked at the name on the seal.
Jin Chanzi.
The three characters look old.
It looks like it was taken out of a scripture scroll.
Chen Fan stood by the window.
He didn't turn around.
"Let them come up."
Si Mo paused for a moment.
"Open now?"
"open."
The sound of the tower gate opening was very soft.
It wasn't as heavy as when the Heavenly Court delegation came.
Footsteps approached.
There were more than two people.
Chen Fan turned around.
The Buddhist delegation was led by an old monk.
Ochre clothing.
Straw sandals.
He wasn't holding a staff.
Take a roll of old paper.
Jin Chanzi stood behind the old monk.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
That's not Tang Sanzang.
It's someone else.
They look very similar.
But their eyes are different.
There were no scriptures in Jin Chanzi's eyes.
Only gray.
A very light gray.
Like the last grains burned out in an incense burner.
The old monk clasped his hands in prayer.
"This humble monk is Yuanzhao."
"I have come to discuss this on the orders of the Great Thunderclap Temple."
Si Mo raised his hand.
Several chairs appeared inside the tower.
Yuanzhao did not sit down.
A person walked out from beside him.
It's not Jin Chanzi.
He was a middle-aged monk.
thin.
The fingers are very long.
Holding a wooden box.
Yuanzhao said, "This is Jingyan."
"I made records during my journey to the West."
Chen Fan looked at Jingyan.
Jingyan also looked at Chen Fan.
What's in Jingyan's eyes?
It's not hatred.
Yes, I recognize it.
He recognized Chen Fan.
Chen Fan didn't recognize him.
Yuanzhao spoke up: "Jingyan participated in recording the old route of Tang Sanzang."
"He has a batch of old files."
"I'm willing to hand it over."
Jingyan placed the wooden box on the table.
turn on.
It contains paper.
Old paper.
The edges are brittle.
They were stacked very neatly.
Chen Fan didn't touch it.
"condition?"
Yuanzhao did not answer.
Jingyan spoke.
"The matter of Buddhist statues."
That's all.
The sound was very flat.
It's not like negotiation.
It's like reciting a poem.
Si Mo looked at Jing Yan.
Then look at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan remained silent.
The tower fell silent for a few moments.
Someone spoke up.
It's not Chen Fan.
It's Tang Sanzang.
He emerged from the depths of the seventh tower.
barefoot.
The monk's robe was very old.
But his eyes are very bright.
Tang Sanzang walked to the table.
Looking at Jingyan.
Jingyan took a step back.
Very small steps.
But Chen Fan saw it.
Tang Sanzang did not look at the wooden box.
He was reading Jingyan.
"You just said..."
"Want to do this privately?"
Jingyan did not respond.
Yuanzhao took over the conversation.
"This is beneficial to both sides."
"Hand over the old files."
"Interfaces are similar."
"Let's pretend it never happened."
Tang Sanzang shook his head.
"no."
Yuanzhao's eyebrows twitched.
"Elder Jin Chan."
"This is also the meaning of Buddhism."
Tang Sanzang shook his head again.
"All old files."
"public."
"Entry into the pool for review."
Yuanzhao's fingers tightened around the prayer beads.
Jin Chanzi stood behind.
The gray eyes looked at Tang Sanzang.
It's like looking at another version of yourself.
Yuanzhao said, "There are some old files."
"It is not appropriate to disclose this information."
"Involves early experimental records."
Tang Sanzang did not retreat.
"Whose experiment was involved?"
Yuanzhao remained silent.
Jingyan lowered his head.
Chen Fan spoke up.
"Interfaces are similar."
"We don't need to pursue the Seventh Tower further."
Yuan Zhao raised his eyes.
Chen Fan continued.
"But all the old files must be handed over."
"Open review."
"It wasn't given to me privately."
"It's for the Seventh Tower."
The prayer beads spun very quickly.
"Benefactor Chen."
"This is an internal matter of Buddhism."
Chen Fan smiled.
"The Buddhist sect sent people to my Seventh Pagoda to negotiate."
"He also brought the Golden Cicada."
"But you say this is an internal matter of Buddhism?"
He walked to the table.
Pick up the top piece of paper from the wooden box.
The paper is very thin.
Light is translucent.
There was a line of text written on it.
[Early Experimental Records of Wuzhishan - Third Batch]
Chen Fan looked at the line of text.
My knuckles feel tight.
Wuzhishan.
Early years.
experiment.
Yuan Zhao saw Chen Fan's expression.
"Benefactor Chen."
"In this batch of old files."
"There is content relevant to you."
Si Mo stepped forward.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Tell her to stop.
Yuanzhao said, "Hand over all the old files."
"Can."
"But the Seventh Tower needs to make a commitment."
"We will no longer investigate Buddhist figures."
Tang Sanzang spoke.
"To investigate or not to investigate."
"It depends on the evidence."
"No promises made."
Jin Chanzi suddenly spoke.
He's right.
The sound was very soft.
But Yuanzhao turned back.
Jin Chanzi looked at Tang Sanzang.
Something was moving in the gray eyes.
It's not light.
It's a crack.
It's like something is trying to crawl out from under the ashes.
Yuanzhao stared at Jin Chanzi for a long time.
Turn back.
"it is good."
"Hand over all the old files."
"Enter the Seventh Tower's review pool."
Jingyan pushed the wooden box to the center of the table.
He then took out three rolls of paper from his sleeve.
Place it aside.
Chen Fan glanced at the system interface.
[Old file submission detected]
[Source: Buddhist Pure Words]
[Content: Records of the old pilgrimage route]
Quantity: Forty-seven copies
[Time period involved: the entire pilgrimage cycle]
Si Mo stepped forward to count the items.
One serving at a time.
serial number.
Enter the pool.
The white mark inside the tower lit up.
New entries appeared on the seal.
Chen Fan picked up the paper from Wuzhishan.
Ask Jingyan.
"This batch."
"How long did it take to record?"
Jingyan said, "From the very beginning."
"Until you arrive."
"They're all here."
Chen Fan turned the paper over.
There are also words on the back.
Densely packed.
[Experimental Conditions & Stable Environment]
[Experimental Subject: Impregnated by a Spirit Stone]
[Experiment duration: To be determined]
[Feeding Plan - Continuous Monitoring Required]
The last line reads:
[How the fruit is distributed by the feeder]
The back was blacked out.
It wasn't painted with ink.
It was burned.
There are scorch marks on the paper.
Yuanzhao said, "That file was damaged years ago."
"Some content has been lost."
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He just stared at that scorch mark.
Si Mo walked over.
Lower your voice.
"Should we seal it up first?"
"We'll see after the review process is complete."
Chen Fan shook his head.
"I'll see for myself."
"Now."
Yuanzhao clasped his hands in prayer.
"Then this humble monk takes his leave."
Jin Chanzi stood still.
Looking at Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang was also looking at him.
Neither of them spoke.
But Chen Fan saw it.
Tang Sanzang's fingers were moving.
Writing on monks' robes.
One stroke.
One stroke.
very slow.
Jin Chanzi's gray eyes finished reading those strokes.
He didn't nod.
He didn't shake his head.
He simply turned around.
He followed Yuanzhao.
The tower gate closed.
The footsteps came down.
further and further.
Si Mo said, "Tang Sanzang."
"What were you writing just now?"
Tang Sanzang opened his palm.
There was nothing in my palm.
He spoke.
"What I wrote wasn't words."
"This is the sutra."
"He can understand it."
Si Mo wanted to ask more questions.
Chen Fan interrupted her.
"Let's look at the files first."
He spread the paper about Wuzhishan on the table.
The system interface pops up.
[Document under inspection]
[Overlaid text detected]
[Should Seventh Tower's review privileges be used?]
[Perform original text recovery]
Chen Fan nodded.
The white print jumped onto the paper.
The edges of the scorch marks started to move.
The black color faded.
It's not completely removed.
It's little by little.
It's like someone is blowing air on the back of a piece of paper.
The words are now visible.
Intermittently.
But it can be read.
The fruit feeders did not distribute the fruit randomly.
[Selected from designated candidates]
Selection Criteria —
It stopped again later.
The white mark is still jumping.
But the scorch marks on the paper wouldn't fade.
Si Mo looked at the line of text.
"Fruit feeder".
"It's you."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at the phrase "designated candidate".
The light outside the window, pointing towards the main hall, suddenly went out.
It's not dark.
It's gone.
It's like someone cut something off.
A line of text popped up on the signature.
[Main cutting shaft of the main hall]
[A judgment is available covering the results of this tower's review.]
[Target: Old Archives of Wuzhishan - Information on Fruit Feeders]
[Verdict: No reinstatement]
Chen Fan looked at the line of judgment.
Then turn the paper over.
There's another sentence on the back.
It's not a file.
It was left by the person who burned the paper money.
The handwriting is very new.
It's not old ink.
[Don't check].
Chen Fan closed the paper.
Put it in your sleeve.
Si Mo asked, "Sealed off?"
Chen Fan said, "Investigate."
The lights outside the window, pointing towards the main hall, did not come on again.