At this moment, Mr. Liao's expression changed. After a cold snort, he took out a clay figurine from his pocket.
This clay figure was molded so lifelike that every frown and smile on its face looks as if a real person is smiling.
When Monk Jingchen saw the clay figure, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning and stood there motionless.
After a while, he flew to Mr. Liao's side like a gust of wind, snatched the clay figurine from his hand, and touched it like a treasure, muttering, "Yes, yes, it is this, it is this."
After mumbling, he immediately looked at Mr. Liao, "Where did you get it from? Tell me quickly!"
Gu Mingtai frowned. The master in front of him seemed a little strange to him.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen his master so anxious about something.
"Of course I found it in Nuwa Cave. Where else do you think I took it from?" Old Master Liao said with a smile.
Monk Jingchen opened his eyes wide, his voice changed as he repeatedly confirmed with him, "Really? Did you really find Nuwa's cave?"
"Of course." Mr. Liao smiled again.
At this moment, Zhang Meng walked over and took a close look at the clay figurine in Monk Jingchen's hand. He stared at it for nearly two minutes and said, "Did you see that? This clay figurine seems to be smoking. Could it be that it was just dug out from the fire?"
When she smiled, Old Master Liao and Monk Jingchen looked at her at the same time.
"Girl Zhang Meng, what did you say just now? What did you see on this clay figure?" Old Master Liao called Zhang Meng with a familiar look on his face.
Zhang Meng felt a little strange when he stared at her so enthusiastically, but she nodded slightly anyway.
At this time, Monk Jingchen slapped his head and said, "I remember now. You have the blood of Nuwa's descendants flowing in your body. It's not surprising that you can see it."
Old Master Liao was startled and immediately turned around to look at Monk Jingchen, "What, you idiot monk? You just said that little Zhang Meng has the blood of Nuwa's descendants flowing in her body!"
Monk Jingchen ignored him and pulled Zhang Meng to continue asking about the clay figurine.
Old Master Liao was so angry, but he still ran over to listen.
"Girl, tell me quickly, what else do you see from this clay figurine? Don't hide it, just tell me." Monk Jingchen encouraged her.
Zhang Meng stared at the clay figure in his hand for a while, and suddenly found that the clay figure seemed to be smiling and blinking. If Zhang Meng hadn't known in advance that it was a clay figure, he would really think it was a real person.
"He can smile and blink, just like a real person."
Seeing that there was no other movement, Zhang Meng looked up at the two old people and spoke truthfully.
"Is there anything else?" Monk Jingchen seemed unsatisfied with these things and continued to ask.
Zhang Meng shook her head. "That's it. That's all. It won't move now."
Monk Jingchen patted her arm and said, "Good girl, it's amazing that you can see these things."
"Girl, I never thought that there hasn't been a descendant of Nuwa in your grandma's family for hundreds of years, but there was one in your generation. I don't know if it was God's will." Grandpa Liao said with a look of relief.
"When do we set out for Nuwa Cave?" Monk Jingchen immediately asked Grandpa Liao.
"Don't be in a hurry. We can't just break into the cave whenever we want. Of course, the more people go, the better. I already know the people from the other four major families and other talented people in the martial arts world. In a few days, they should be here. Then we can all set off together." Old Master Liao said with a shrewd smile.
After leaving the Liao Family Ancestral Hall, Zhang Meng and others went straight back to the hotel.
As soon as they returned, Grandma Zhang, Xiao Tao and a few others also came back.
Xiao Tao and his two friends, who had been playing in Beijing for the whole morning, saw Zhang Meng coming back. The three little guys immediately took her hand excitedly and told her where they had gone to play and what delicious food they had eaten.
Unfortunately, Zhang Meng was still thinking about what Grandpa Liao had said, and she was in no mood to listen to what the three little guys were saying.
"Come on, I'll take you downstairs to play." Gu Mingtai saw from the beginning that she had something to ask Grandma Zhang, so he stepped forward and took Xiaobao and the other three downstairs, leaving the quiet room to the two of them.
"Grandma, I met Grandpa Liao today, and he seemed to know you!" Zhang Meng walked to Grandma Zhang who was folding clothes and said.
Grandma Zhang, who was folding clothes, suddenly stopped moving, but quickly recovered and continued folding. "Well, we do know each other, but it's been many years. I guess he wouldn't recognize me even if we met."
Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth to speak, "Grandma, Grandpa Liao also told me something. She said that your clan hasn't had a descendant of Nuwa for a hundred years, but one appeared in my clan. Grandma, what kind of clan is he talking about?"
Grandma Zhang immediately stopped folding the clothes and looked up quickly, "Do you have Nuwa's blood in you?"
Zhang Meng nodded, and then told Grandma Zhang about how he accidentally discovered that his blood could kill ghosts.
After hearing this, Grandma Zhang was stunned for a long time before she uttered a single word. "Blessing or curse? Disaster is inevitable. I thought the descendants of Nuwa were just a legend, but it finally came true! And it happened to my granddaughter."
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