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Chapter 2140 Tell me, what does "名可名" mean?
At this moment, several young men dressed in Tibetan clothing approached Bai Lian, but followed without saying a word.

Seeing their troubled expressions, Bai Lian smiled and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

A young man said with a wry smile, "Uncle-Master, those gold bars are all on the back of the eagle. How are we supposed to get them?" The bronze eagle was about four zhang off the ground, and with their average lightness skills, they couldn't reach it at all!
Even if several people cooperate, with two disciples simultaneously throwing the third person onto the eagle's back, who would dare to jump up and retrieve them without the white-robed youth's permission?

Bai Lian laughed, "Heh, I thought something was wrong, everyone looked so worried." He was about to remind Feng Jiuxiao to stop when he heard a series of crisp, clattering sounds from above, and saw countless gold nuggets beginning to slide off the back of the golden eagle!
Bai Lian naturally understood that Feng Jiuxiao had deliberately let them slip through the gold bars, and immediately said, "Make your move!"

Three disciples of the Great Bright Temple immediately raised sacks to catch the gold bars. All the gold bars fell vertically, not very fast, as if an invisible hand was controlling the speed.

The three disciples of Da Guangming Temple walked and caught the gold bars. After catching several hundred bars, one of them felt that the weight was close to his physical limit and that he would not be able to pull it if he continued to fill it. So he immediately signaled his fellow disciple to take over. As he retreated, a fellow disciple next to him immediately stepped over, opened his pocket and began to catch the gold bars. The two cooperated so well that it was almost a seamless transition.

When the second disciple could barely pull anymore, he immediately signaled the third disciple to quickly take over. The third disciple was very fast, and it was another seamless transition!
Each of the three carried an average of more than three hundred gold bars.

It's quite heavy; I can't carry it on my back, and dragging it is also very difficult.

Bai Lian said, "You all wait here. I have to leave with Young Master Feng." He knew that other disciples would arrive by car, so he wasn't worried about how they would handle the gold bars! Besides, there were many disciples from the Great Bright Temple lying in ambush nearby, so he wasn't worried about any accidents happening!
The three disciples bowed in unison and said, "We respectfully obey our master's decree. Please take care, master!"

The Tibetan people watching from the sidelines were all dumbfounded!
What's happening here?
The crowd erupted in uproar, with constant chatter.

"Is that golden stuff gold?"

Yes, absolutely!

A young man said, "Hmm, they look like gold bars! But something seems off about these gold bars. They look crooked and twisted. Aren't gold bars supposed to be square?"

An old man said, "It was burned!" His face was full of wrinkles, his voice was deep, and he exuded a mysterious aura just by standing there.

The young Tibetan man said, "There's a Han proverb that says true gold isn't afraid of being tested by fire. How can gold be afraid of being burned?"

The old man squinted, his voice filled with a sense of vicissitude: "The saying 'true gold fears no fire' refers to the fact that gold's color is not affected by fire! Gold will not change color when it encounters fire! Its unique luster will only become more dazzling!"

"Then how did it deform? Does it deform when burned?" someone interjected.

The old man spoke calmly and deliberately, “True gold is not afraid of fire; what is afraid of fire is obviously fake gold! Some unscrupulous merchants use fake gold to deceive people. The better ones mix copper or tin into the gold, while the most unscrupulous ones simply use iron wrapped around mercury and then plate it with a thin layer of gold to make it indistinguishable from the real thing! These fake golds will change color when burned! Copper will turn golden, cobalt will turn blue, while pure gold is fine when heated with a gentle fire or briefly heated at a high temperature. However, if you put gold in a furnace and heat it at a high temperature for a long time, it will melt! It will soften, deform, and eventually turn into molten gold! This gold of theirs must have been burned in a large fire!”

"Oh, I see. I knew it. Those gold bars looked crooked and uneven, neither flat nor square. You can't really call them gold bars, but they're about the same size as gold bars."

A middle-aged Tibetan man suddenly asked, "Did you count them just now? How many gold bars fell from the back of that big bird kite?" His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"There must be eight or nine hundred of them, right?"

"Yeah, almost."

"So much? They're that rich?"

"By the way, don't you guys find this strange?"

"what happened?"

“Look at that big bird kite. Something about it seems off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” The old man’s voice was deep, his gaze profound, as if he could see through everything in the world. “That’s no ordinary bird; it’s a golden eagle!”

"Oh, it's a golden eagle! No wonder it looked so familiar, I've seen it before! But this eagle kite is huge! Its wingspan must be five or six zhang (approximately 10-13 meters)!"

The old man said, "Hmm, more or less!"

The young man seemed quite pleased to have received the old man's approval.

A glimmer of light seemed to reappear in the old man's weathered eyes!
I had forgotten the feeling of being asked for advice for many years, but I never expected to experience it again today in such an unexpected setting. It was quite a pleasant experience.

At this moment, a fat man in the crowd said, "I have a feeling that kite isn't made of paper! If it were, that would be unbelievable! Look at the feathers on that eagle's body—the patterns are so clear, so detailed, it's incredibly realistic! If it really is a kite, its frame should be made of bamboo. Bamboo is flexible and deforms in the wind, meaning that when the kite flies, its wings and tail should vibrate rhythmically! But the problem is, it didn't vibrate at all! How is that possible? Especially since the kite is so large, its wings and tail must be exposed to a lot of wind; it's impossible for it not to vibrate at all!"

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the tail of the bronze eagle, which was indeed as steady as iron and did not move an inch!
"It's incredible!"

"This kite is really weird!"

The old man squinted and looked around, initially not paying much attention, but the more he looked, the more alarmed he became!

He initially thought the bronze color was painted on with dye, but the more he looked at it, the more something seemed off!

He had lived a long life and had never seen anyone paint bronze so realistically that it was indistinguishable from the real thing!

The colors of this giant kite were so realistic, with not only a metallic luster but also a metallic texture, as if it were a large bird made of bronze! They simply couldn't guess or imagine who could create such a lifelike effect with paint!

Unless... there's another possibility!

That is—the kite itself is made of bronze!
But how could this be? Even a bronze kite as thin as paper would have a hard time flying, so how heavy must this huge kite be? It doesn't conform to the five principles of kite making: "light, straight, level, stable, and secure" at all!

The old man watched as the bronze sculpture floated further and further away, now resembling a Kongming lantern floating in the air. His brows furrowed. Could this white-robed youth possess some magical abilities?
Suddenly someone interrupted the old man's thoughts, "Uncle, where do you think that young man is going?"

The old man paused briefly in thought, looked at the end of the direction the white-robed youth had traveled, and pointed to the towering building several miles away, "The Dai family!"

"The Dai family? The Dai family that monopolizes warhorse breeding?"

"Not bad!"

"What are they going there for? To pay a visit?"

"You know what, they are very likely going to pay a visit."

"Wouldn't that mean they're colluding with the Dai family?"

The old man said calmly, "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao!"

The young man laughed and said, "The name that can be named is not the eternal name!" The couplet was perfectly matched, and he actually laughed with pride!

The old man was immediately annoyed! How dare this young man interrupt! How rude of him!
He suddenly gave a forced smile and asked, "Then tell me, what does 'the name that can be named is not the eternal name' mean?"