Cheng Fan slowly opened the ebony box, and a soft green light spread out.

Lying quietly in the wooden box are a pair of rings, a pair of earrings, two bracelets and four amulets, glowing with green light, so beautiful.

"Wow! Sister Huanhuan, look, she's so beautiful!"

The exclamations of little girl and Xu Huan sounded outside the window.

Girls seem to have a natural affinity for shiny things.

The crystal clear jade jewelry without any impurities immediately caught their attention.

Even Cheng Fan couldn't help but admire: "Mr. Li, your craftsmanship is truly ingenious!"

"No, it's mainly because Taoist priest Xiao Cheng's food is good."

When Mr. Li heard Cheng Fan's praise, he was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Cheng Fan put away these jewelry and prepared to refine them into spiritual weapons.

After the rainbow fart, Li Meng helped the old man to visit the Dishui Temple, with Cheng Fan accompanying him.

Arriving from the backyard to the main hall, Mr. Li's eyes flashed with nostalgia.

"Taoist Master Xiao Cheng, I didn't expect you to be quite nostalgic. It was just like this when I came here, and I didn't expect it to have changed at all."

Cheng Fan chuckled and didn't answer. It was like this when he just returned from graduation and inherited the Taoist temple.

A newly graduated college student, where will he get the money to repair it?

Later, when he had money, he only made some simple repairs.

Completing system tasks can reward special buildings. Isn't this more enjoyable than spending money to expand it yourself?

Mr. Li skillfully took out three incense candles and respectfully paid homage to Sanqing Taoist Ancestor.

He sighed: "When I first met your parents, I offered you three sticks of incense like this. Everything seemed like the next day."

"Taoist Master Cheng never accepted money for incense. He told me that only by remaining true to your original intention and doing good deeds to accumulate blessings can you start well and end well. I didn't believe it at first, and I just thought he was telling lies, until later..."

While Mr. Li was speaking, his eyes suddenly lost sight, as if he was lost in reminiscence.

"What happened next?"

Cheng Fan asked impatiently.

Mr. Li calmed down, raised his head, looked at the sky outside the Taoist temple, and said with a blurred look:

"Later, I encountered a catastrophe, and it was the people who had helped me who helped me make a comeback."

"At that time, I recalled Daochang Cheng's words and began to do my best to help the children. I have come to this day safely."

"I visited my old place again, but it's a pity that I couldn't see the two Taoist priests again."

Unknowingly, two faint tears appeared on the old man's face, slowly flowing down the ravine of vicissitudes of life.

Cheng Fan handed over a tissue and quietly acted as a listener.

At the same time, I was trying hard to recall everything about my parents.

Cheng Fan was raised in a boarding school since he was a child, and all his memories before high school have become blurry.

The strange thing is that the harder Cheng Fan tries to recall, the blurry his parents' faces become.

If this happened to an ordinary person, that would be fine.

But it is almost impossible for this kind of situation to happen to a monk at the Golden Core Stage.

Cheng Fan felt a flash of uneasiness in his heart.

Has his memory been tampered with?

Cheng Fan was overwhelmed inside, but on the surface he still listened calmly to Mr. Li's story.

"Later, I came to Dishui Temple again, but this time the two Taoist priests were not there and the Taoist temple gate was closed, so I went down the mountain."

"I still remember that when I was going down the mountain, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in the sky. In a trance, I seemed to see a golden dragon and a blue luan bird soaring in the sky, emitting a soft light in the sun."

"That picture is deeply engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten for a long time... This is also the reason why I created the Golden Dragon and Qingluan."

Mr. Li smiled and shook his head, "Perhaps my eyes are dim. This is the first time I have doubts about my skillful eyes."

"Old man, do you still remember when that was?" Cheng Fan's heart lifted inexplicably.

Mr. Li tilted his head, plucked his beard again, and pulled off two or three strands at once.

"About fifteen years ago..."

Hearing this, Cheng Fan's pupils trembled slightly and he turned his head without any trace.

Fifteen years ago, it was almost the time when I started to attend boarding school.

My memory also started to become blurry from then on.

I can’t even remember my childhood memories clearly.

I can't even remember the name or appearance of my childhood playmate.

"Speaking of which, Taoist Master Xiao Cheng, you seem to have a close relationship with Qingluan. I guessed it right away."

Mr. Li's words woke Cheng Fan up.

yes!

Why do I know it is a Qingluan?

Why do I feel that you are destined to me?

Cheng Fan somewhat hated this feeling of being out of control.

"It's just luck. Maybe I have a fate with the twenty-six immortals you gave me, hahaha."

When Mr. Li heard this, he nodded happily.

"In my opinion, Taoist Master Xiao Cheng and Qing Luan are destined to be together!"

"Speaking of which, in order to create them, I went to find out a lot. The information about Jinlong is easy to find, but the information about Qingluan is very vague, and I can only find some fragments."

"According to legend, the phoenix raises nine chicks. Qingluan, also known as Cangluan, is one of the nine chicks and ranks fifth. Among the phoenixes, the red one is the phoenix and the green one is the luan."

"Its wings are as green as the dawn sky. It is said that the three blue birds under the Queen Mother of the West are a blue luan. It understands human speech, is considerate, and has the most beautiful voice in the world, but no one has ever heard it."

"Some people also say that Qingluan is a bird born for love. It sings only for love, but not for anything else. It spends its whole life looking for another Qingluan. But there is only one Qingluan in the world.

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The little girl, who pretended to copy the scriptures but was actually secretly eavesdropping, was suddenly confused.

"Sister Huanhuan, why does Qingluan spend his whole life looking for another Qingluan? Isn't it said that there is only one Qingluan?" asked the little girl in confusion.

"Well, Nannan, maybe Qingluan doesn't know that she is unique?"

Hearing this, the little girl said with some disappointment: "Qingluan is so pitiful. She has such a beautiful singing voice, but she has been unable to make a sound. She must be very lonely, right?"

Xu Huan rubbed her little girl's hair and said uncertainly: "Phoenix is ​​so infatuated, especially Qingluan. Qingluan may mean that love cannot be achieved..."

…

"Taoist Master Xiao Cheng? What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Li patted Cheng Fan's arm, immediately waking him up from his dazed state.

Cheng Fan took the old man's words into his heart, smiled and said, "Old man, it's mainly because you spoke so well that I have pictures in my mind."

"Hahahaha... brat, what do you think?" The old man turned to look at his grandnephew Li Meng.

"You really want me to tell you?"

Li Meng looked at his second grandfather and then at Cheng Fan.

The two couldn't help but smile, "Tell me about it?"

He said dullly: "There is only one Qingluan in the world, and she only seeks love in her life. So isn't she a narcissistic bird?"
Chapter completed!