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Chapter 952 The Saint’s Doubts

 Colorful Pagoda.

The second floor.

Beiling Mountains.

Fourteen peaks surround a central floating island.

A sword rainbow passed by the horizon and stopped on the central floating island. The fourth brother Fu Sizhao robe covered the baby. He walked all the way and entered the central floating island's convention hall. In the conference hall, the patriarch Fu Zhihong and Mr. Fu sat upright. The Jindan monks in the clan were lined on both sides. At the end of the left, a seven or eight-year-old girl was also on the list. She was the star-sacred lady brought back from the ruined village of Jingzhou. Her head was bit by bit, and she was dozing off.

The rest of the people who were discussing the candidates to Mangzhou saw the fourth brother Fu Sishou with a happy face and stopped tacitly.

"Report to the ancestors and patriarchs"

"God blesses us, and a child of the Heavenly Spirit Root has been born to our Fu family."

Fourth brother Fu Sishou happily lifted his robe.

The undried baby was exposed.

At this moment.

The star god who had been dozing off suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes fell on the baby.

There seemed to be stars flowing in the deep eyes.

The baby seemed a little afraid of having sex, and closed his eyes and cried with a "wow" sound. In addition, the fourth brother Fu Sishou took another drop of blood and tested his spiritual roots on the spot. The baby was in pain and cried even harder, almost overturning the ceiling of the council hall.

"I'll hug the child"

Sanniang couldn't bear it.

She brought Fu Shiyisan and his sisters to the age of childhood and had the most experience in raising the child. She went forward without saying a word and took the child from the fourth brother Fu Sishou, patted the storage bag, and quickly made a bottle with her right hand. The baby stuffed a pacifier into his mouth and sucked the sweet spiritual sheep milk, and stopped crying.

At this moment.

Inside the hall.

The yellow light column as thick as a bucket soared into the sky.

The audience looked at it and couldn't speak for a moment. The only one in the audience was the star-god sacred girl frowned, her eyes looking up and down at the baby who was surrounded by everyone.

"Old ancestor, patriarch, I have let the people of the Hongshu Village drink the dust of the clan and erase all their memories of the birth of this child. But... the child's parents and relatives were buried in a fire. Now he is the only seedling in the family. By the way, he is the blood of the third wife and the third uncle."

"Is this Jun Ming's bloodline?"

"Reporting to my ancestor, it is the third uncle's bloodline."

When Mr. Fu heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. The third uncle Fu Junming was still alive, but he was seriously injured because of the Lei family's sneak attack and could not live for a few years. He must be very pleased to hear this news. This child should be the temple he served for more than 100 years, and his blessings were fed back to him.

"Old ancestor, this child has no father or mother, so let you give him a name, which can be regarded as a blessing to him."

The fourth brother Fu Sishou saw that everyone did not ask about the cause of the fire.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The villagers' memories have been cleared, and now only he knows the truth.

"I remember that after Jun Ming, his descendants had no spiritual root cultivators. Then he should follow your generation, so he is called Silei. I hope he grows up safely and be open-minded."

As soon as this is said.

Fourth brother Fu Sishou's old face turned red.
Chapter completed!
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