radiothebook Chapter 237 Knocking on the Heavenly Gate! This deity actually thinks we're too noisy?
Chapter 237 Knocking on the Heavenly Gate! This deity actually thinks we're too noisy?
After ending that crucial call with Lao Fang that determined the future of China, Li Zhenguo did not take immediate action.
He sat alone in his office for three hours.
During this time, he personally wiped his military medals that he had kept sealed away for many years, and put on his crisp military uniform, fastening every button meticulously.
This is not a visit.
This is a mortal's pilgrimage to an unknown deity.
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.
Li Zhenguo, along with Lao Fang, dressed in an elegant Tang suit, and a deputy with a stern expression, stood in front of the seemingly ordinary courtyard house.
The vermilion wooden door, with its simple and unadorned copper rings, exudes no extraordinary aura whatsoever.
But standing here, Li Zhenguo felt even more suffocated than when facing a thousand troops.
The immense blood and energy within him, the power capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments, was now as docile as a lamb, not daring to show the slightest agitation.
It was as if an ancient dragon was sleeping behind the door, and the mere aura it emitted suppressed everything in the world.
Old Fang noticed his nervousness and said with a wry smile in a low voice, "Old Li, conceal your presence and abandon all pretenses. Here, we are just two seekers knocking on the door."
Li Zhenguo nodded solemnly, clearing his mind of all distractions, and raised his hand.
He didn't use any force; he simply let his knuckles lightly touch the door.
"Thump."
A soft sound, yet it seemed to strike the very heart of heaven and earth.
The door opened a crack without anyone noticing.
The person who appeared behind the door was He Yuzhu, the chef who had been mentioned countless times in the documents.
He was still wearing an apron around his waist and carrying a large, lively carp in his hand. He paused for a moment when he saw the three people at the door with completely different auras.
"Gentlemen, who are you looking for?"
He Yuzhu spoke casually, as if he were asking an ordinary neighbor.
But it was this casualness that gave Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang a serious shock.
They could clearly sense that the cook had no martial arts cultivation whatsoever, but there was a faint "qi" flowing within him.
That wasn't the warmth of everyday life, nor was it the true energy of a martial artist.
It was a kind of... charm that they couldn't understand, yet instinctively felt awe for.
Just by standing inside the gate, I've been nourished to this extent by this courtyard?
Li Zhenguo suppressed the shock in his heart and spoke calmly, but his voice unconsciously carried a hint of humility.
"We are from the Huaxia Special Operations Group. Li Zhenguo requests to see Mr. Lin Fan."
He Yuzhu said "Oh" without much reaction, then turned and called out into the yard.
"Sir, someone is looking for you."
He didn't even announce Li Zhenguo's name or identity.
In this courtyard, the words "Guardians of China" seem no different from "Old Wang next door."
A slightly languid voice came from inside the courtyard.
"Let them in."
He Yuzhu then turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.
Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang exchanged a glance and stepped into the courtyard.
A step into paradise.
The moment Li Zhenguo stepped into the courtyard, he felt as if the whole world had changed.
The noise of the outside world was instantly shut out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. When he inhaled it, a tingling warmth spread through his decades-old wounds.
The old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard has lush green leaves, and the veins of each leaf seem to contain some profound truth.
Under the tree, a young man was lying in a rocking chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed, looking relaxed and content.
He didn't exude any powerful aura; he was as ordinary as a young man next door.
But Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang dared not be negligent in the slightest.
Because they saw a brightly colored butterfly resting on the young man's fingertip.
With each flap of the butterfly's wings, the surrounding light would be slightly distorted.
That's... the power of space!
Li Zhenguo's heart suddenly stopped beating.
The "god" they had been searching for was now being teased as a pet by a divine beast powerful enough to tear space apart.
"Mr. Lin."
Li Zhenguo walked three steps away from the rocking chair, stopped, and bowed respectfully.
"China, Li Zhenguo."
Old Fang also bowed deeply.
"The Fang family, Fang Jianguo."
Lin Fan didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply waved his hand impatiently, and the butterfly vanished into thin air.
"Speak, what is it?"
His voice was flat, as if he were asking what we were having for dinner.
"It is our fault for disturbing your peaceful cultivation, sir."
Li Zhenguo carefully crafted his words, each one extremely cautious: "However, recently there have been constant disturbances in and around the capital. Some petty people are coveting China, which may disturb your peace, sir."
He didn't dare to directly say "Please help me," but instead adopted the lowest possible stance, describing the matter as "It might bother you."
Lin Fan finally opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
There are no sun, moon, or stars, no changing seas or fields, only a pure tranquility, so tranquil that it seems to reflect the birth and death of the universe.
Under those eyes, Li Zhenguo felt as if he had been seen through from the inside out, and all his secrets were exposed.
"Petty thief?"
Lin Fan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, tinged with a hint of mockery.
"It's quite annoying."
He stretched, looked past Li Zhenguo, and gazed at the northwest sky.
"A few flies came and buzzed around, making it impossible to take a nap."
Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang followed his gaze, but there was nothing there under a clear blue sky.
But in the next second.
Lin Fan flicked his finger.
An invisible ripple spread from his fingertips.
Hundreds of kilometers away, in a secluded valley, several top experts of the Black Dragon Society were surrounding an altar, their black aura reaching its peak.
Just as the leading black dragon envoy was about to unleash his final secret technique, his expression suddenly froze.
He lowered his head, and a transparent hole had appeared in his chest without him noticing.
There was no pain, no sound.
Everyone, including him, along with the entire altar, silently transformed into the smallest particles and vanished in the wind.
It's as if it never existed.
……
Inside the courtyard house.
Li Zhenguo only felt a gentle breeze on his face, and nothing else happened.
Lin Fan lay back down in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and muttered something.
"Okay, now it's quiet."
"If you have nothing else to do, you can go back."
Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang stood frozen in place, their minds blank.
It's quiet now?
What's quiet?
Just then, a series of heart-wrenching, rapid static noises came from the encrypted military headset worn by Li Zhenguo's deputy.
The deputy's face instantly changed from grim to deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
His lips trembled as he reported the top-secret intelligence he had just received in a whisper that only the three of them could hear:
"Reporting to the commander... Five seconds ago, all life signals of the Black Dragon Society detected on the outskirts of the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest... were instantly... wiped out."
Reset to zero.
It's not a retreat, not an extinction, it's a complete wipeout.
It was as if an invisible hand had completely erased it from this world, from existence itself.
Li Zhenguo's body began to tremble violently.
He got it.
The "flies" that Mr. Lin mentioned refer to are the entire Black Dragon Society Expeditionary Force.
The "noise" he mentioned refers to the evil secret arts those people were performing.
And that casual flick of his finger just now...
It was from the capital city, spanning thousands of kilometers, that a top-tier martial arts force capable of overthrowing a country was instantly reduced to nothingness!
This is not martial arts.
This is not a superpower.
This is divine punishment!
It is a miracle that makes words come true, a miracle that holds the power of life and death!
Li Zhenguo finally understood the true meaning of Lao Fang's words, "knocking on the gates of heaven."
They were not facing any reclusive masters at all.
But a true god walking among humans!
He cannot leave.
If we just leave like this, what will happen to China? What will happen to this storm that is sweeping the globe?
Li Zhenguo took a sudden step forward, and this time, his voice was filled with unprecedented trembling and piety.
"Sir! The heavens are about to collapse, and spiritual energy is reviving; this is beyond the power of mortals like us to reverse! We..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan opened his eyes again.
This time, his eyes held a hint of genuine displeasure at being disturbed from his afternoon nap.
"So, you two will be even more argumentative from now on, right?"
One sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over Li Zhenguo's burning head.
He was stunned for a moment.
Yes.
This being is not concerned with the common people or the impending storm.
What he cared about was whether his yard would get dirty with dust and whether flies would disturb his afternoon nap.
In a flash, Li Zhenguo had a sudden inspiration and finally understood how to communicate with the gods.
He bowed deeply again, his posture even lower than before, so low that he was practically in the dust.
"Sir, you've misunderstood!"
"We are willing to sweep away all worldly troubles and quell all villains for you, sir, just to protect the tranquility of your courtyard!"
"We only beg you, sir... to grant us the power to sweep away the dust for you!"
He changed the concept of saving the world to cleaning the world outside Lin Fan's yard.
In the courtyard, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Lin Fan looked at Li Zhenguo, and the impatience in his eyes seemed to have lessened by a fraction.
This suggestion...sounds pretty good.
Give them some skills and let them handle the troubles, so you can continue to enjoy the sun in peace.
He casually picked an ordinary green leaf from the locust tree beside him.
Then, I gently blew a breath onto the leaf.
The leaf then drifted leisurely towards Li Zhenguo.
"Take it, then leave."
Lin Fan's voice became languid again, and he closed his eyes once more, as if he had exhausted all his patience for the day.
"Don't bother me again."
A leaf gently drifted down into Li Zhenguo's outstretched palm.
The moment they made contact, an indescribable, vast Daoist aura surged through his arm, into his limbs and bones, and finally soared straight to the top of his head!
That wasn't a martial art, nor a technique, but a key.
A key that unlocks a whole new world for him!
Li Zhenguo and Lao Fang left the courtyard in a daze, only snapping out of their reverie when the vermilion gate slowly closed behind them.
Li Zhenguo lowered his head, and the leaf in his palm had turned into a handful of blue light spots and disappeared without a trace.
But he could clearly feel that the martial arts shackles that had plagued him for twenty years had broken inch by inch!
He got it.
His path was not to follow the gods.
Instead, they become the most loyal...gatekeepers at the gates of the gods.
Sweep away all the dust for him, and protect his eternal purity.
In the courtyard.
He Yuzhu walked over carrying a plate of freshly cut watermelon. Seeing that Lin Fan had closed his eyes again, he asked curiously:
"Sir, what were those people doing just now?"
"have no idea."
Lin Fan rolled over and found a more comfortable position.
"Pillar, remember this: if anyone dressed strangely knocks on the door again..."
"Just sweep it away with a broom."