Tibetan Scripture Relieving Extraterritoriality First


    Spring and Autumn.


    Country of Lu.


    In the spring, more than ten men were kneeling in front of a wooden house on a muddy outskirts.


    The wooden house was beautifully built, and the roof was covered with a thick layer of pine bark, giving it an ancient appearance. The wooden door was tightly shut.


    It was a gloomy spring afternoon, and the spring air was chilly. The pine branches on the side swayed slightly in the slight breeze.


    The leader of these ten men was a man in his fifties. He had a beard and his clothes were filthy. He looked like he came from a far away place, worn out by the wind and dust.


    The people behind him were already starting to get anxious. He raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyebrows creased and he whispered to the leader: "Lord Sima Zuo, what kind of man is this, who has a black mole on his face, is worthy of our King''s respect? Moreover, must he come with such a high price to hire him?"


    Sima Zuo looked to his left and right, seeing that there were no movements from the wooden house, he heaved a sigh of relief, then turned to the big sized man and said: "Director Gong, be quiet, it would be impressive if you alarmed Mr. Young Master Gong Zi."


    His face was filled with dissatisfaction, but he was afraid of Sima Zuo''s power and influence, so he did not dare to argue.


    Sima Zuo turned his head, still maintaining a respectful expression, and looked at the hut in front of him.


    Gong Yin looked around and saw that the rest of the people looked helpless. He could only let out a bitter laugh — after all, amongst this group of people, Sima Zuo had the highest rank. Since he was forced to kneel on the ground like this, no one else dared to get up. However, this was the first time the overseer had seen such courtesy.


    A question mark emerged in his mind, "Who exactly is this male loser?"


    Only to see the sun slowly setting, until it was completely gone, and the wooden door was still open.


    These ten odd people were hungry and tired. Other than the Sima Zuo in the lead, the rest of them all complained inwardly.


    After a while, he saw a big fellow riding a horse from afar. The horse came closer and stopped the horse, then he jumped off the horse and tied the big yellow horse onto a pine tree that was as thick as a bowl, then he walked over to the wooden house. When he saw the ten or so men, who were all wealthy and wealthy, kneeling on the ground in front of the wooden house, the horse rider was startled.


    When the Sima Zuo heard the sound of horse hooves approaching, he had already turned his head around, and when he saw the man, his eyes lit up. He quickly stood up and rubbed his sore knees, then rushed to the rider and cupped his fists in greeting.


    The man on the horse was around thirty years old, and his face was full of holes, which were extremely rough. Seeing the Sima Zuo greet him, the big sized man immediately returned the salutation, and said: "I dare not, I am Mt. Tai, the Young Master is my master."


    Sima Zuo was startled, a trace of disappointment flashed past his face, and then he smiled and said carefully: "So it''s Mister Gong Huanzi''s great disciple. It''s nice to meet you, I''m Sima Zuo Min Huai from Chu Country."


    Tarzan looked surprised and asked curiously, "So it is Sir Min. I am sorry for the disrespect, but Sir Min came all the way here. What can I do for you?"


    Sima Zuo Min Huai hesitated for a moment, looked around the hut, and only had about a dozen of his own people, other than Mt. Tai, he then smiled and said: "Brother Min, I am here on behalf of my King, to seek guidance from Mister Gongsheng in Chu Country."


    Mt. Tai looked at Sima Zuo, and then looked at the more than ten Chu Country Envoys who were still kneeling on the ground. He furrowed his brows, and after a slight hesitation, he said, "Lord Sima Zuo, it''s best if you let your subordinates get up."


    Min Huai was startled. He didn''t understand what Mt. Tai''s intentions were, but he still turned around and waved to the others. "Since Brother Mt. Tai has spoken, everyone can get up."


    The dozen or so people heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly stood up.


    Seeing that everyone had gotten up, Mount Tai turned to Min Huai and said, "Master Min, you guys can go back. My master will not go."


    Min Huai was startled, his face changed as he anxiously asked: "Brother Mt. Tai, why is that?"


    "My master has been researching something recently, so he really doesn''t have time," Mt. Tai said in a low voice.


    When Min Huai heard Mt. Tai''s reasoning, he heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Brother Mt. Tai, our King entrusted me with something. Our King said that as long as Mister Gong Huanzi is willing to go to Chu Country and give some pointers, this thing will be given to Mr. Gong Huanzi."


    Mt. Tai furrowed his brows again. This time, he did not know whether he should directly reject this Sima Zuo elder with Chu Country or not.


    Sima Zuo waved his hand, and Gong Yin immediately handed over a bag he was carrying.


    Mount Tai took it in his hand. Feeling that it was not very heavy, he thought for a moment before turning to Min Huai and said, "Master Min, please wait a moment. I will ask my master before coming to tell you the results."


    Min Huai''s face revealed a joyous expression as he bowed to the ground, "Thank you, Brother Mt.


    With the package in one hand, Tarzan walked up to the log cabin and knocked on its roof.


    There was no response from inside the wooden house.


    Min Huai, Liu Yin and the rest looked at each other, not knowing if there was anyone in the hut or not.


    The ape-man waited for a moment, then pushed the door open and closed it behind him.


    Min Huai, Liu Yin and the rest were waiting outside the door anxiously.


    Inside the wooden house, it was separated into two. The outside was filled with a short chair, which seemed to be used for receiving guests. Holding the bag in his hand, Mt. Tai slowly walked into the inner chamber. Inside was a room several meters wide. There were no windows. Inside the room, a short candle was lit.


    The candle flame was extinguished. Following the example of a short middle-aged man in his forties.


    The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes focused on a piece of tree bark on the wall in front of him.


    Some strange patterns were drawn on the bark using unknown pigments.


    The pattern was like words, but it also resembled a bird, beast, and insect.


    Mt. Tai walked behind the middle-aged man, calling him ''master'' three times before the man came to his senses. Without turning his head back, he said to Mt. Tai, take a look at the lines of words inscribed on the tree bark.


    Mt. Tai heard the excitement in his master''s voice and froze. He thought to himself, "Master can only create strange things. What''s going on today? Why is he so excited to see this tree bark with strange characters?"


    Tarzan looked over at the carved bark hanging on the wall.


    Just as he looked for more than ten breaths, the words written on the tree bark that hung on the wall seemed to have become as big as a battle. They abruptly broke through the wall and charged towards his head …