The parrot flew in a daze and curiously circled around her for two turns, whispering in a high pitched voice, "Oh my god, why do you have the scent of a little star on your body
Lin Keqing was very surprised by its fluent Mandarin, and only then did she realize that it was different from before. Its fur was brighter, its eyes were more agile, and its nose was so easy to use. It was really amazing what kind of ability it had awakened.
She had great respect for the old man who was very friendly to them, mother and son. She greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, sir
Tsk tsk, "Old Liu took out his hat from his arms and put it neatly on his head, showing off the exceptionally clean" Buddha "character. He proudly said," Don't call me Mr. Lao, I'm a monk
Lin Keqing saw his funny hat and smiled helplessly. She didn't know if he had just become a monk recently, because she had seen him eat meat with this parrot more than once before.
She said teasingly, 'Yes, Master.'
The monk didn't feel embarrassed at all. He casually accepted the high-end title, but didn't know where to find a broken sunflower fan. He slapped the black figure that wanted to get closer to him with disgust, and looked at Lin Keqing's eyes with a hint of brilliance. He said, "You're the only one here
Lin Keqing's gaze was fixed tightly on his hibiscus fan.
She had seen him use this broken sunflower fan to fan the stove before, sometimes throwing it on the ground at the door like garbage. But now, when Black Shadow saw the sunflower fan, it was like seeing a nemesis, sliding faster than being illuminated by a Buddha gourd.
She had to re-examine this strange old neighbor.
The cold wind here is desolate and eerie, with only two living people besides ghosts. They both feel that each other is not simple, speculate on each other, and remain silent.
Only the colorful parrot kept flapping its wings around Lin Keqing, blinking its watery eyes and looking at her eagerly, saying, "Have you ever seen a little star
Although the other party is not human, at least they are familiar. Lin Keqing relaxed and blinked her sparkling eyes curiously, saying, "Little Star is a person's name
Don't lie to me, I won't smell the wrong little star. You absolutely were with him just now, "the parrot said firmly and persistently.
I was just with a lot of people, I don't know which one you're looking for, "Lin Keqing said.
The parrot flapped its wings vigorously without giving up, smelling her breath and looking very anthropomorphically puzzled, "Strange, your breath is so familiar and yet so unfamiliar. Have we seen it before
Lin Keqing shook his head and smiled, "You are so unique. If I had seen you before, I would definitely recognize you
The parrot felt that she was deceiving him and flew back in grievance, landing on the shoulder of the old monk and complaining loudly.
He squinted his eyes and caressed its colorful feathers to soothe it, one person and one bird living in harmony, like a vivid painting.
Suddenly asked Lin Keqing, "Your surname is Lin
Lin Keqing's face stiffened slightly. Seeing his resolute tone, to avoid revealing any flaws, he nodded and slowly said, "The younger generation is surnamed Lin
The old monk saw her admit, his eyes shining brightly with a warm smile, and said, "Then you know Lin Shaotang well
Pooh
Lin Keqing thought that he would expose Xiao Wanrou's identity at most, and thought that as long as he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, he unexpectedly asked a question that was completely unrelated. He almost choked himself up, widened his eyes, and exclaimed in shock, "Who did you say, Lin
The old monk, however, judged from her abnormal heartbeat that she was lying and glared at her, "Stop it, I know you're with his family. As for others, even the monk tricked me into reasoning with him
Lin Keqing still denies it.
But as he impatiently waved his hand, he saw a flash of golden light on her body, revealing the outline of a Buddha gourd.
Without space, the Buddha's treasure gourd refused to stay in the lifeless yellow wood gourd, so Lin Keqing hung it on his chest. At this moment, he made a small gesture that made his appearance obvious, and he was greatly surprised. He put on a posture and prepared to take action.
The old monk only made one movement and made her stop moving.
A green light appeared in his hand, and a jade bone fan lay there, from which Lin Keqing could feel Lin Shaotang's breath
Hehe, "the old monk shook the broken sunflower fan and pointed his finger at her, shaking his head and laughing," You Lin family members have more hearts than others
He threw the fan directly to Lin Keqing and said, "After reading this, you will know what happened
Lin Keqing's eyes showed suspicion, fearing that he might be an enemy of the Lin family trying to probe her.
But this is indeed Lin Shaotang's fan.
The fluctuation of human divine consciousness is like DNA, unique and unchanging throughout life. The Lin family cultivates the Ming Jing, absorbs the power of stars, and has a unique and mysterious aura that can change with the growth of cultivation.
The split soul in the sea of consciousness is a strand separated by Lin Shaotang hundreds of years ago, which is different from the breath of Lin Shaotang hundreds of years later. He felt it for a while before saying, "It's me
Lin Keqing took the fan over and only then did she touch the cold bone fan. She felt a warmth in her palm and a divine sense appeared in her sea of knowledge. Her white clothes were scattered and her long hair was as black as ink. It was none other than Lin Shaotang
He nodded in satisfaction upon seeing the previous split soul and said to Lin Keqing, "You have indeed lived up to my expectations
The two white shadows gradually overlapped, and he went from a faint phantom to a semi transparent spiritual body. Interpreting his memory, he furrowed his slender sword eyebrows slightly and said, "I didn't expect things to develop to this point. It seems that he chose Xiaoqingshan not only because there are tombs here
Lin Keqing didn't know who he referred to as "he" and had many questions in his mind. In the end, he chose to ask the most concerning question and said, "Did you arrange for the old monk
Lin Shaotang nodded and smiled contentedly, "Yes, he is my old friend, and this Buddhist gourd is his life treasure. Let me go see him
As soon as his figure appeared, the old monk angrily questioned, "You've been hiding for hundreds of years. Where did you die
Lin Shaotang gave a faint smile, like breaking through clouds and mist, and suddenly saw a wisp of moonlight hanging down, not dazzling, but reflecting a deep and vast sky, with sparkling stars that made people dizzy and disoriented.
I'm just a wisp of soul, I don't know where I am now
The old monk has a profound cultivation level, how could he not see his current situation? He muttered a few words, "You deserve to be calculating people every day," before saying, "What was going on back then
Amidst the waiting gazes of Lin Keqing and the old monk, Lin Shaotang recounted the matter in detail.
Three hundred years ago, he left Firefly's seclusion and stormed into Xiaocheng Realm, not wanting to awaken his immortal blood. Two hundred years after leaving, he had not yet gone to search for Firefly when he encountered the Eight Nation Alliance burning down the Old Summer Palace.
Those who cultivate truth should not be concerned with the affairs of the mortal world. At that time, the coalition forces engaged in burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil deeds. He had to intervene to stop them. However, this time, he was discovered by the disciples of the Black Wind Hall who were collecting heroic spirits during the war. They reported the incident to Ghost Seven, who was only the head of the hall at that time.
Afterwards, Lin Shaotang had a premonition of impending disaster and found that his destiny was completely blank. He knew that his life and death were coming.
So he left the seal of the immortal jade for future generations and went to Mount Putuo to seek help from the old monk.
But as soon as he entered the territory of Jiangnan, he was noticed by Rong Mo, and his enemies were particularly envious and fought fiercely.
At that time, the two were equally skilled in cultivation, but Rongmo had the advantage of favorable timing and location, which Lin Shaotang was inferior to.
To make matters worse, during the fight between the two, Ghost Seven was found.
The Lin family has a long history of inheritance and has recorded many secrets. Lin Shaotang has some understanding of the parasitic ghost art of the Black Wind Hall.
So he led Ghost Seven into the Rong family's formation, and himself came to the back of Ghost Seven, burning his body.
Rong Mo and Gui Qi became enemies because of this.
The three of them fought fiercely, and the other two had support. Lin Shaotang knew he was defeated, so he left this folding fan for the parrot to take care of the Lin family on Mount Putuo.
As for what happened to Lin Shaotang later and where he is now, I don't know where this strand of split soul is.
The old monk listened to him finish this thrilling past and had no more grievances. He only had concerns for his friends and said, "After seeing the parrot, I immediately rushed to Xiaoqingshan, but I didn't find anything. When I arrived in the capital, the Lin family had already been burned to ashes. I only found your niece who was studying at a girls' school and escaped danger, and brought her back to Mount Putuo
Speaking of this, a hint of guilt appeared on his face. "However, as soon as she arrived at Mount Putuo, she fell seriously ill and fell into a deep sleep
Waves of heat surged from Lin Keqing's chest, pounding her heart. Her throat was dry and her nose was swollen and sore, forcing her to close her eyes tightly. She wished she had to breathe, afraid of shedding tears.
She has a strong intuition that the old monk is related to her mother.
The cold treatment she received from Xiao Peng and He Yuan in the past appeared in her mind like a movie, and the sense of grievance and resentment made her hands and feet cold, and the chill crawled up her limbs.
Xiao Peng's indifference, she has long been accustomed to it.
Every time I feel sad, I describe my mother's tenderness in my heart, comforting myself that she loves me. I also silently explain in my heart countless times that there must be reasons for my mother's departure.
But apart from that song, my memory of my mother was only a vague figure that lingered in her heart. In her dreams, it never appeared in her sight.
She is also a mother, even if there is an irresistible force to separate them, even if the sky and earth crumble, killing and setting fire, she will not abandon her son.
So she kept thinking, what was the reason that could make her mother resist not seeing her for twenty years.
Now that we have met, she suddenly feels lost, losing all her confidence and judgment, like a lost child, weak and helpless.
Looking at her slightly reddened eyes, the old monk thought he was moved by the Lin family's situation and asked nervously, "Your ancestors were the orphans of the fire in the past
Lin Keqing was in a daze, his ears buzzing with a faint "hmm" sound.
The old monk sang the Buddhist name "Amitabha Buddha" with rare seriousness, like putting down a big stone in his heart. He exuded a sense of sacred peace that only enlightened monks possess, and said with relief, "I was one step late and caused the Lin family to be burned down. I truly felt guilty for my old friend's trust. Now, knowing that you are all safe, I feel at ease
Lin Shaotang knew that Lin Keqing was anxious about his birth mother and asked on her behalf, "How is my niece now
The old monk's face stiffened with embarrassment as he said, "When the Lin family had an accident, my old friend's family also suffered. I ordered my niece to be placed in the cave on Mount Putuo. Unexpectedly, when she returned after handling the matter, she disappeared
Lin Keqing and Lin Shaotang exchanged a glance, their hearts tightened, and they both worried whether she had left voluntarily
The old monk slapped his fan with heartache, some afraid to look at Lin Shaotang, and said, "I have been searching for many years, but to no avail. It was not until more than thirty years ago that I met a little girl whose face was somewhat similar to hers that I found out she was her descendant