Chapter 308 Three Letters "Senior Brother?"
The lightning in the sky continued to meander and roll, illuminating the world for a moment before disappearing in an instant.
The strange phenomena increased dramatically, and the people in the city were filled with fear. Everyone unconsciously thought of the impending arrival of the Old World. The disciples of various sects had been busy treating the wounded, driving away the monsters, and calming people's hearts for several months. They were already exhausted and overwhelmed. However, under such a sky, they could not help but feel gloomy and solemn.
They had naturally heard from their sect elders that the experience of the Flying Flower Gathering was not simply a trial, but rather a prophecy of the future by the sages.
They were all people who had experienced the Flying Flower Society, and they couldn't help but speculate that perhaps after such a flash of lightning, just as the sages had foretold, countless raindrops would fall, flooding mountains and rivers, collapsing houses, and destroying heaven and earth.
The air is getting increasingly humid, and no one can say for sure when the rain will fall.
Lin Feiran brushed aside the thin mist and was traveling eastward with Ru Xian on their swords when she suddenly received a messenger bird. She took it and unfolded it, somewhat surprised.
This is a letter from Mu Chun'e.
“Fairly, thunder and lightning are flashing across the sky today, and a storm may be coming soon. We wanted to discuss this strange phenomenon with our master, but we have been unable to contact him. We wonder if our master is well? Has the sage in the valley given any hints about this strange sight?”
Lin Feiran's gaze sharpened slightly, and then he used his spiritual power to write on the back of the letter.
"Grandmaster is fine and is currently resting. I asked about the strange phenomenon yesterday, but Grandmaster did not know the solution. However, he had heard in the valley that after the rain, everything was already on its way to the end."
The sage's divination back then only predicted the day it would rain.
On that day, dark clouds covered the sky, and a great flood submerged the highest peak, taking away all life, just like the last day of the Flying Flowers Festival. After that, there was only emptiness.
She wanted to stop writing at this point, but paused for a moment and added a sentence.
"The world is in great chaos now. I know that all sects have the heart to save the world, but I am overwhelmed with the task. You all just go about your business, and I will do my best to find out the rest."
She is currently the person most involved with Tantric Buddhism, and with the help of the Heavenly Eye, she is the most suitable person to investigate.
Lin Feiran rubbed his fingertips for a moment, then folded the messenger bird and sent it away using the same hand seal.
However, before he could set off, a second letter arrived quietly. It contained a lifelike little fox folded from the sky, which landed in front of Lin Feiran.
The second letter was from Qiu Tong.
Lin Feiran unfolded the letter as well. The contents were very brief, and the handwriting showed signs of haste.
"My mother noticed something was wrong with my father five years before I was born. Overnight, my father's expression changed."
Also, yesterday I suddenly saw a flash of lightning, and it reminded me of something: before I fainted and was reborn, I vaguely saw a similar eerie flash of lightning.
Could it be that the moment of rebirth will be after the lightning?
After the lightning strikes, believers who have made contributions will return to the past with the Dao Master.
Lin Feiran looked at the note, then looked up into the distance. The distorted electric light fell into his eyes, carrying a chilling coldness that sent shivers down his spine.
She immediately withdrew her gaze and hurried with Ru Xian to where Fu Yin and the other two were. Compared to Ji Changying, the two siblings probably knew more about this strange phenomenon.
Fu Yin wanted to find a place for Fu Xia to stay, so she needed to find someone whose birthday was close to Fu Xia's. This was not an easy task. If they found someone, they would definitely send a message to her immediately, but there had been no news for the past few days.
Lin Feiran sent him a message this morning and learned that he had found someone, but the person was seriously ill and might not live much longer. They were waiting nearby.
Upon arriving at the town he had described in his letter, Lin Feiran and his companion searched for a while before spotting the small, thin figure in the distance. He was sitting silently on the rooftop, using an illusion technique, his eyes closed and speechless.
His cultivation was flawed, which is why he remains forever in the form of a twelve or thirteen-year-old. However, after several rebirths, his mind has become far more mature.
He noticed Lin Feiran and his companion before they even got close, so he opened his eyes and asked, "What do you want with me?"
With a few soft sounds, the two stepped onto the roof ridge. Lin Feiran wasted no time and asked directly.
"I still want to ask you a few questions this time. What exactly is the meaning of the Dao Lord's birthday?"
Since no one knows his origins, how can we know when he was born?
I've never heard of this before, so why is there suddenly a birthday celebration this time?
She asked three questions in a row, each one a step further. By the time she finished speaking, she had already walked up to Fuyin. Ruxian was still standing on the edge of the roof, quietly looking at this place.
However, Fuyin did not answer at this moment.
He looked up at Lin Feiran, the vermilion mark between his brows flashing by: "Our deal should be over, or do you want to go against your vow? If I don't answer your question today, you won't help us separate?"
Fuyin was a member of the esoteric sect from beginning to end.
Lin Feiran was not moved by these words, and she tentatively expressed her speculation.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be keeping this secret for them today."
You said before that you've been reborn many times, mostly searching for spiritual veins of heaven and earth. But this time you've found one. Perhaps we should consider this: once you find it, will there be another chance like this?
Fu Yin took a deep breath and glared angrily again.
It wasn't that I was angry at her, but rather at myself.
In just two short conversations, Lin Feiran managed to hit the nail on the head each time, and then use that to his advantage, as if he was about to lose the argument the moment he opened his mouth. It was hard not to feel annoyed and embarrassed.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Will this rebirth be the last? After the lightning strikes, will things truly return to the past as before, instead of the world collapsing?
"But what if after the lightning comes death instead of rebirth? Your sister might not live for more than a month before she dies with you."
Fu Yin immediately stood up: "It seems you know a lot. Even if the lightning doesn't bring rebirth, it certainly doesn't mean death. The Holy Maiden said that we will go to a new world with the Dao Lord!"
Lin Feiran remained noncommittal, but asked another question: "If you believe so much in your heart, why haven't you contacted the Secret Sect until now? You even used concealment techniques to avoid the departing Secret Sect disciples."
Fu Yin's expression suddenly froze, then showed a hint of annoyance: "I hate talking to people like you the most!"
A soft laugh, like scattered snowflakes, came from not far away.
Unlike Fu Xia, Fu Yin has overcome so many rebirths and hardships along the way, and even managed to establish himself in the esoteric sect until now, all on his own. At times like these, Fu Xia only needs to get a good night's sleep and enjoy her own world when she wakes up.
He was more rational and suspicious than Fuxia. He was indeed grateful for the Dao Lord's help, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have doubts.
Especially when he saw the chaos in the world, he felt even more uneasy. Everything he saw now was different from his previous rebirths. He wasn't really sure if there would be a new world or if he would take them there.
Each of their rebirths occurred amidst those eerie lightning strikes, but what would happen afterward remained unknown.
Because no one can stay until after the lightning strikes.
Fu Yin frowned: "Actually, I received a message from the Holy Maiden several days ago, but I pretended not to receive it and never opened it. I know she is looking for me to go back."
But I want to wait a little longer, until I'm the only one going back.
Lin Feiran understood his unspoken meaning: he wanted to leave Fuxia here for the time being and return to the Secret Sect alone.
So she said, "Okay."
Fu Yin turned to look at Lin Feiran: "The Holy Maiden never mentioned the birthday in the previous lives. Only in this life, after we found the spiritual veins of heaven and earth and the Reincarnation Pearl has made great progress, she asked us to find the Thousand-Year Red Spirit Herb to prepare for the celebration of the Dao Lord's birthday."
Lin Feiran frowned slightly: "What do you mean? Does that mean he hasn't been born yet?"
“No.” Fu Yin shook her head. “The Holy Maiden once said that the Dao Lord is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and most of the followers firmly believe this. But I come from a prestigious Daoist sect, so I naturally know that the Dao is formless and boundless, but even now…”
He's too powerful; I don't know anything about him.
But the Holy Maiden was the person he knew best, and since she spoke of it, it meant that the current Dao Lord had not yet fully descended.
Lin Feiran immediately pressed, "When will it arrive?"
Fu Yin said slowly, "The Holy Maiden said that in a rain that is enough to cleanse heaven and earth, the rain will wash away His filth and reveal His true face. Lightning will fall from the clouds to clothe Him in new clothes, and all things will bow down at His feet, making a path to heaven."
That was the rebirth of the Dao Lord.
The instant he finished speaking, his pupils trembled for a moment, and his soul seemed to fall silent—a punishment for breaking his vow.
Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, which he casually wiped away. A cloud-patterned mark on his wrist shone brightly. He glanced down at it, then closed his eyes slightly to suppress the dizziness.
"You've come at the perfect time. Quickly remove my sister and temporarily place her soul into this puppet. This was done by Zhuo Jue, and it will keep her alive for a month."
He trembled as he took out a palm-sized wooden puppet, which looked like a carved New Year's picture doll.
Lin Feiran immediately reached out to support him, frowning as she looked at his strange expression: "What's wrong with you?!"
It was unclear what kind of forbidden technique it was, but Fu Yin's figure became illusory for a moment before quickly solidifying.
He whispered, “The oath has changed. The Holy Maiden is forcibly summoning me back. I have revealed too many secrets this time, and she will not tolerate me.”
You must quickly transfer Fuxia out...
The woman downstairs is terminally ill and will undoubtedly die within half a month. I have found her as you requested. Within a month, you must insert Fuxia into her body to save her life!
After a moment's consideration, Lin Feiran immediately did as he was told, inserting the needles into Fuyin's body and then slowly and carefully extracting the other wisp of soul.
The brother and sister's souls had been entangled for so long that they were intertwined, each containing the other, for several lifetimes. Separating them was extremely difficult, and Lin Feiran had to concentrate fully.
Another soul was almost fused with her, and the pain of trying to separate her was no less than having her tendons and bones pulled out. However, Fu Yin did not utter a sound. She even took out the Azure Light Sword to suppress her own body and stared intently at it.
A faint glimmer of light was drawn from his heart; it was the soul of Fuxia.
He had not seen his sister for many, many years, but he still remembered what she looked like.
Those were eyes and brows similar to his, a match made in heaven, yet they possessed completely different temperaments. Her eyebrows were always raised high, carrying an arrogant and irritating expression.
At this moment, Fuxia was quietly asleep.
Despite being summoned back, his flesh slowly unfurled like a spiderweb, becoming somewhat broken, but he still persevered, and the Azure Light Sword shone brightly.
"I still don't believe what will happen after the lightning, so I'm entrusting her to you. Remember, you promised me you'd keep her alive!"
The moment his soul was completely extracted, Fu Yin glanced at Fu Xia, and his body seemed to be compressed and flattened. The cloud pattern on his wrist shone brightly, sucking him into it and making him disappear.
The disappearing spiritual energy fluctuations were too great; after Lin Feiran placed the person into the small wooden puppet, he was shaken back several steps.
Behind her were hands like hail placed on her back.
She looked down at the little wooden puppet and was momentarily stunned. It was clearly made by Ji Changying. He used to love making wooden puppets, but they weren't human-shaped. Most of them were wooden birds or squirrels. They didn't rely on magic; they could be made to move just by using mechanisms.
...
Lin Feiran steadied himself and quickly sensed a trace of life within the small wooden puppet. It was this trace of life that had temporarily preserved Fuxia's soul.
She put the small wooden puppet into the mustard seed bag and looked at the bloodstains left by Fuyin at the corner of the eaves. She couldn't help but wonder if Bi Sheng had also looked for her senior brother since he had visited Fuyin a few days ago.
Is he currently involved in esoteric Buddhism?
Fu Yin has already told him enough about the birthday he wanted to know. If he also had this mark, would he be like Fu Yin?
But where did he go after leaving the Demon Capital?
Lin Feiran felt uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, she took out a pine cone made of plum wood from her storage bag.
This was a gift her senior brother gave her back then. She was feeling down because she couldn't find plum blossoms, so he went down the mountain and made a fruit like this. It was about the size of a palm, exquisitely carved and cute, and even had some pine oil applied to it. It was soft and delicate to the touch.
He said that as long as you use this pine cone, you can find him anywhere, without even needing any spiritual power.
Lin Feiran paused, then called out softly, "Senior Brother?"
"..."
There was no response from the other side as usual, and Lin Feiran was a little unsure. If he didn't reply, he was probably in the secret sect.
With this in mind, Lin Feiran called out one last time.
"Senior brother?"
A moment later, a sound came from the other side, but it was not an echo, but a faint sound of wind. Upon closer listening, it sounded like breathing, somewhat rapid, but then it went silent in an instant.
There was still no response, and Lin Feiran's heart sank slightly.
Just then, a faint stream of light appeared. She immediately looked up and saw a paper crane with only half a wing stumbling and flying over. Then its figure disappeared until it landed in front of her and reappeared.
It goes without saying that this is Shen Qi's reply, and it is also the third letter Lin Feiran has received today.
Author's note: Let's end it here. [heart emoji]
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