Master Sun has been a regular supplier for Jiaoyang Temple these years, occasionally sending over so Golden Thread Sandalwood, all specially requested by Xia Xin.
Over the years, Xia Xin has handled many significant matters, solidifying Jiaoyang Temple’s fa and status.
Whenever encountering the spirits of those who died unjustly, Xia Xin would selflessly make them a Rebirth Plaque, just like Jiangli did.
Master Sun, now old, saw Xia Xin coming to help with the unloading, and he tapped his sore back with a chuckle, saying, "I’m old and useless now, so I just ca here once to see you."
Looking at Xia Xin in front, Master Sun montarily felt as if he saw a combination of Jiangli and the old Taoist Ouyang Min.
He possessed the old Taoist’s gentle warmth, as well as Jiangli’s pride and ability.
But sohow, he felt unlike himself.
The person in front had Xia Xin’s appearance, but inwardly, he seed like a different person.
Master Sun sighed, "Xiaoxin, will your Abbot ever return?"
"He will return."
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin paused his actions, smiled, his tone steady yet particularly firm, "Soon, the Ancestor will return soon."
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After finishing in the Taoist Temple, Xia Xin drove the Beetle towards Fu Shiyan’s house.
On the way, he got off to buy lots of delicious food.
Upon arriving at Fu Shiyan’s ho, the person who opened the door was Qing Yue.
Seeing Qing Yue, Xia Xin changed his shoes smoothly, as if he were in his own ho.
While changing shoes, he asked, "Is Fu still not back?"
He’s still used to calling Fu Shiyan ’Fu’.
Qing Yue opened the door and then went into the living room, lazily saying, "I guess it’ll be a while longer."
After putting on his shoes, Xia Xin walked in without speaking.
The bedroom door nearby suddenly opened.
A little white, chubby ball of a girl ca rushing out, snatching the bag of treats from Xia Xin’s hands.
Xia Xin and Qing Yue, long accustod to this sight, weren’t surprised.
The little girl appeared to be about six or seven, pale and chubby with so baby fat, the kind that made you want to squeeze her.
If you looked closely at her face, she was the spitting image of a miniature Jiangli.
Except, with a bit more childish innocence.
The way she gnawed on a chicken leg made you want to ss with her even more.
Smiling, Xia Xin ca over, opened the milk tea inside, and handed it to her, noticing she wasn’t wearing shoes, and laughed, "Little Ancestor, running out without shoes again? These were ant for you, no need to always rush, no one’s going to snatch them from you."
Qing Yue sneered, "That’s just how she is, when she sees good food, there’s no one faster."
The little girl gave him a glare, hugging her food, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and feasting.
Xia Xin laughed, "You’re just relying on the fact that the Ancestor hasn’t recovered yet, you’d better be careful, else when the Ancestor recovers, you’ll be the first in trouble."
Indeed, this little girl was Jiangli.
Xia Xin almost forgot how things were back then.
He only rembered, when he woke up, finding Fu Shiyan drugged. After struggling to wake him, by the ti they reached Mangshan, it was already too late.
He watched the Ancestor collapse in front of him, mind blank, instinctively looking towards Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan, however, had already returned to his original form, the White Dragon roaring through Mangshan, the Formation greatly succeeding. He used his spiritual power as a dium, making Jiangli’s spirit bones connect with Mangshan’s dragon veins, manipulating his own dragon bones and formation, linking Jiangli’s fate to the dragon vein.
As long as the dragon vein remains, Jiangli would not perish.
And vice versa.
The most crucial elent for this Formation was the Heart-protecting Lamp sent by Qing Yue.
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