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Demon Clan Descendants!?
"Is that true?" Both Xianxian and I asked simultaneously, and even Lime raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
Dr. Zhang gestured for us to sit down and began to explain.
It turns out that the old man originally lived in a mental hospital, but he was wealthy, so as long as he didn't threaten anyone else, he could do whatever he wanted, treating the place as his own sanctuary. It is said that this old man is quite remarkable, almost like a celestial being! Moreover, he came with a monk of similar age, and they were very close.
The director of the mental hospital once said: "That patient is an old man in his sixties who has been with us for over a decade. Everyone here calls him the Treasure of the Institute. This isn't just because his ideas are interesting; more importantly, he has a way of 'infecting' others!"
However, now that old man has been at the research institute for over ten years and is in his eighties.
"Can 'infect'?" Xianxian laughed, "Just for that reason, we must go meet him and see what kind of infection it is!"
"Alright, hehehe, let's go!" Dr. Zhang has been smiling ever since acquiring the Flesh Buddha.
Upon reaching the provincial senior researcher's area, Dr. Zhang led us through without any obstacles to where Fu Gao Ren was located. Fu Gao Ren’s residence was different from others; it was clearly built specifically for him. As soon as we entered, we saw two old men playing chess in the yard. One was dressed in a Tang suit, while the other wore a monk's yellow robe! Both had long beards that were already turning white.
It’s true that Fu Gao Ren has an old monk friend; they never forget each other wherever they go. They moved from the mental hospital to the high-end research institute and still live so comfortably.
"You've come! Hehe, please sit." Fu Gao Ren glanced at us with an inscrutable expression before inviting us to sit on the prepared benches nearby.
"That Oracle Bone you provided? Quite impressive!" Yellow Robed Monk said with a smile.
"Oh no, not at all! You're too kind!" we quickly replied.
"You should know that it’s from the Demon Clan..." Just as Fu Gao Ren started to say a few words, his smile froze as he stared intently at Lime, deep in thought.
From the moment Lime arrived, he hadn’t spoken a word; when silent, he seemed almost invisible. It’s surprising that someone would notice him; perhaps this alone could be helpful to us.
"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Feng Zi, and this is Lime."
"I'm Xianxian," Xianxian chimed in.
"What are you two old fellows staring at that kid for?" Dr. Zhang poured himself a cup of tea and spoke while drinking.
Fu Gao Ren continued to stare at Lime, muttering to himself, "He looks familiar! Old man, don’t you think?" He then asked the old monk beside him.
Lime remained expressionless, allowing them to watch him, clearly not wanting to engage with the two old men.
These are masters and experts! Lime, can't you give them some face? I awkwardly tugged at the corner of my mouth and said, "Gentlemen, he has this personality; just let it be."
"I remember now!" The old monk's eyes lit up as he said to Fu Fei, "Old man, do you recall a young man who visited the temple fifty years ago?"
Fu Gao Ren slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I remember too! He looked similar; I can't recall his appearance, but his personality is unmistakable!" After that, he asked Lime, "Young man, are you a flat being from a multidimensional world?"
Lime did not respond, so I quickly asked, "What happened to that young man later?"
"He stayed for one night and then left," the old monk replied.
"Wait a moment!" Fu Gao Ren suddenly stood up, the wrinkles on his face couldn't hide the sparkle in his eyes. After saying a quick sentence, he hurried into the room. His urgent footsteps suggested that if it were possible at that moment, he would have sprinted over.
"What’s going on with Fu Gao Ren?" Xianxian blinked in confusion.
The old monk raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard, feigning mystery as he said, "You'll find out soon; that thing is our treasure. You are among the first to observe it." As he spoke, a look of reverence appeared on his face as if he was reminiscing about something.
In just a short while, Fu Gao Ren returned holding a yellowed scroll. Perhaps due to fatigue, his hands were slightly trembling.
After Fu Gao Ren sat down, he extended his thin, wrinkled hand and slowly opened the scroll. Our eyes followed that weathered hand. Initially determined to be a portrait, as the image fully unfolded, a bald monk appeared in the painting. The paper was very old and had yellowed; the figures within were not very clear. However, after glancing at it a few times, we couldn't help but look towards Lime.
Lime also stared blankly at the figure in the painting, slightly furrowing his brows without any intention of sharing his thoughts. Yet I still saw a hint of ripples in his pupils.
The figure on the yellowed paper bore a striking resemblance to Lime in both expression and appearance; of course, that person was a monk while our adorable Lime was not.
"This person is called Jingwu; he was once the abbot of our temple and has been dead for over two hundred years," the old monk explained calmly.
"However, Jingwu never married; it's said he left home at a young age and never once left the temple. How could there be such a similar person? Could it be that the world is too miraculous or perhaps they belong to the same lineage?"
"People can resemble each other; there's nothing strange about it. Many say I have a common face too! Haha~" Xianxian crossed her legs and laughed nonchalantly.
Fu Gao Ren put away the portrait and stroked his beard, nodding in agreement: "Indeed, the world is full of wonders. As one grows old, nostalgia sets in, and suddenly this portrait comes to mind."
"Old buddy, where did this portrait come from? I never knew about it," Dr. Zhang said, clearly familiar with the two, casually referring to them as old buddies and old treasures.
Old buddy, no, Fu Gao Ren chuckled lightly and half-jokingly said, "This is private property; even in death, it must be taken to the grave. It will never be confiscated!"
The old monk appeared much more composed and said, "Jingwu is the highest elder in our temple. When we left, we brought this portrait with us; I wonder how things are there now."
"Have you not returned all these years?" I asked in confusion.
"We have gone back a few times, but the mountain roads are rugged and deserted," the old monk said with a hint of nostalgia.
I nodded in understanding; these two were quite elderly. The temple was not only on a mountain but also deserted now. Even if they returned, what would it matter? They would either starve or feel suffocated.
"Speaking of which, we've known each other for so many years. How about I help you two old buddies manage things there? What’s the name of the temple and where is it located?" Dr. Zhang said kindly.
"That would be great," Fu Gao Ren smiled mysteriously and said, "The temple is called Heart Immortal Path, located in Hengshan..."
"What!?" Before Fu Gao Ren could finish, Xianxian jumped up in shock.
"Does your temple still have a Flesh Buddha?" I asked incredulously. This... truly is a small world... It seems we have stumbled upon something we shouldn't have...
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