Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 445 - 23: The Great Way has fifty, Heaven extends by forty-nine.

"Are there any secrets behind the Twelve Laws?"

Once the inconspicuous man left, Max immediately asked Old Zhang.

"That depends on what you consider a secret."

Old Zhang was also at a loss, not knowing how to answer this question.

Objectively speaking, Max was right, there were no secrets when it came to the Twelve Laws in the eyes of people at their level.

The Twelve Laws correspond to twelve ways of recognizing the world, it’s as simple as that.

This thing is like mathematics.

If you can’t learn it, that’s a personal issue of yours, it has nothing to do with mathematics itself.

It’s not like you can accuse your math teacher of giving you riddles just because you scored 25 on your midterm exam.

There are many ways to learn about the Twelve Laws, and the Special Service Bureau does not specifically target cultivators, even those outside of the Twelve Laws.

In fact, the Special Service Bureau seldom interferes with matters of the real world.

Cases of the scale of eradicating the Holy Grail Church are typically handled by the police and local military forces.

If the Special Service Bureau really comes knocking at your door, it definitely won’t be for trivial matters like you practicing their cultivation techniques.

Max, a former Cardinal of the Longevity Sect, had full authority to speak on this.

But to say there are absolutely no secrets in the Twelve Laws isn’t quite true either.

Although the beginner’s textbooks are free and even given away, the advanced materials are not so easily obtained. Generally speaking, only internal personnel of the Special Service Bureau can master the advanced methods of their respective Laws.

For people like Old Zhang who has been imprisoned before, his potential is probably capped at the Puppet Master rank unless he encounters some special opportunity; it’s basically impossible for him to advance further.

Li Mumu, on the other hand, learned from Xia Yubing that the strength of cultivating the Twelve Laws doesn’t always increase; instead, it begins to slowly decline after reaching a certain limit.

Just like humans have their joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the moon has its periods of wax and wane. Cultivating the Twelve Laws also goes through a process of ebb and flow.

This ebb and flood refer to the fluctuations of the time-space tides.

Humans need to eat to live.

Cars need gasoline to run.

Immortal cultivation requires nature’s spiritual energy.

The dependence for the Twelve Laws is on the ripples of time-space tidal fluctuations.

Although, in the Beiming Heart Art that Li Mumu practices, this force is still referred to as nature’s spiritual energy.

But the name isn’t important; everyone’s world is different. What is honey in your eyes is poison in mine.

Is this considered a secret?

Li Mumu wasn’t sure, even she knew about this, so she thought it shouldn’t be enough to interest that generous guest.

Are there any deeper secrets then?

As that guest mentioned, today marks an important historical milestone.

Although for most people, they may not feel its significance.

This was still something Li Mumu overheard in school from the soldiers who came and went. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

—The groundbreaking ceremony for Tianmen City’s First People’s Hospital is set to take place today.

Starting from today, the permanent population of 1.5 million people in Tianmen City, especially the ninety-nine percent who are part of the low-income lower class, will have the basic right to life to survive in the face of illness.

The average lifespan of Tianmen People will, starting from today, begin to show an upward trend, dragging the Book of Life and Death in Yama Hall longer and longer...

Of course, in the eyes of some people, these are just trivial favors not worth mentioning.

Without the necessity of a hospital with free miracle cures, all the doctors ought to work tirelessly like Black and White Impermanence, ensuring a one hundred percent cure rate.

Otherwise, they should be dragged out and beheaded.

Leaving aside these squabbling Immortals, most ordinary people actually don’t quite understand the importance of this moment in time.

Limited by their own knowledge, they are indifferent to people and events beyond making money and eating.

But history will eventually leave its mark.

Li Mumu opened her eyes and looked out the window.

Snow blanketed the landscape outside, yet Max and Old Zhang inside the apartment seemed utterly oblivious.

Xia Yubing had already started to Advance, and as her strength gradually returned, the sound of the tides became more and more distinct in Li Mumu’s ears.

Looking through the window, she could even see the overlapping vistas of the Real World and the Outer Dimension.

Was she the rock?

No, rather than being a rock, Li Mumu felt that Xia Yubing at this moment was more like an anchor, firmly embedded in the seabed’s sand and gravel, unmoved by the force of the tides.

Chains descended from the heavens and suddenly tensed, tightly binding the sky to the earth.

We are the anchor...

Li Mumu seemed to hear someone whispering in her ear, but she couldn’t be sure whether it was her own imagination.

"Actually, when I used to work at the factory, I heard a rumor without much basis..."

In the Church, Old Zhang looked at the flickering candlelight before him, feeling a vague sense of panic, though he couldn’t say why.

Ever since that uninvited guest declared that today was a significant historical juncture, a sense of premonition had faintly stirred within him.

His own opportunity seemed to be right in front of him, yet it needed to be let go.

But he couldn’t let go.

He wanted to keep living, he wanted to enjoy a happy life, so he was not willing or daring to abandon the strength he had worked so hard to cultivate.

"I once heard a young man say that the Twelve Laws are twelve locks meant to secure this part of the world, which is why Ming Country’s borders are not affected by the tides of time and space."

"Unlike those Foreigners in the West, who were scrubbed clean by the tides of time and space, washing away even their ancestors... Ah, Mr. Max, of course, I am not talking about you."

"It’s okay, we’ve heard similar statements before and have conducted related research."

Max didn’t mind the term ’Foreigners’ from Old Zhang. Apart from his name and appearance, he didn’t even feel any kinship with those "Foreigners".

"At that time, scholars from the Longevity Sect proposed a very interesting viewpoint, which assumed that the Twelve Laws corresponded to the Heavenly Dao."

"Heavenly Dao?"

Old Zhang was astounded: "That high-end?"

"Of course, the great Law is fifty, and Heaven evolves to forty-nine, in Taoist traditional concepts, the three thousand great Laws are a conceptual number, the real Laws that can explain the universe are only forty-nine."

Max said earnestly, "The twelve Cultivation Techniques are divided into the Righteous Path and the Heretical Path, with twenty-eight of the former and twelve of the latter, total forty. Plus the nine Western esoteric systems registered and permitted by the new government of Ming Country, that makes exactly forty-nine."

"So the prevailing view within our Church has always been that only these forty-nine Laws of the Heavenly Dao are allowed to exist within the heartland of Ming Country. As an external force, the Longevity Sect could only vie for one of those additional nine spots."

"The Archbishop didn’t believe it, and now the grass over his grave is already three inches high."