Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1261

Chapter 1261 Wise Old Man

For the next few days, Lilly’s spirit continued to travel southward and visited all the villages. along the way.

She found that every home had its unique generational tradition.

Some families baked special pies for Christmas using homegrown berries and fruits. Some created lavish meals using produce from their farm.

For some other families, Christmas was a solemn affair. They would visit churches or pray at home, sometimes offering remembrances to their loved ones who were no longer with them.

Life seemed to slow down around Christmas when people returned to their roots. Traditions. that seemed to have vanished would return to civilization.

The closer to Christmas, the more she felt “something” that she had never felt before.

There was bad aura in the underworld. While there was no spirit aura in the human realm, the generational heritage of the civilization could be considered a type of aura.

The underworld had its roots in the supernatural, and the King of Hell was part of it. As Lilly observed those traditions, she could feel an ancient power flowing through her.

“I didn’t expect this power to return to me…”

Lilly hovered in mid-air and cupped her hands around a firework. The light shone through. her transparent hands and illuminated her face.

Suddenly, she saw a ray of golden light in the distance. She narrowed her gaze.

“That’s it.”

She immediately flew in that direction.

The light came from a small monastery in the mountains.

The monastery comprised two small buildings made of bricks and shale. It was not as pretty or modern as the buildings in the villages.

The yard was kept clean, and behind it was a forest. Being in the mountains, the around the area was colder than that of the villages.

temperature

Through the window, Lilly saw a monk in a thick robe sitting in front of a desk copying a scripture. There was a tranquil strength to his strokes.

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Lilly felt true peace in her heart.

“Welcome, my young friend. Would you like to take a seat?”

The monk put his quill down and gazed gently at Lilly. He looked to be at least seventy years.

old.

Lilly was surprised. “You can see me?”

The old monk smiled. “If it’s fated to be.”

Lilly thought the answer was very cryptic, though she hovered over and sat down cross- legged next to the table.

The monk poured a cup of tea for her. Lilly asked, “Hey, Gramps, I saw a golden light from afar earlier. Was it a result of your cultivation?”

The old monk smiled again. “I wasn’t cultivating.”

Now that he was giving a straight answer, he was no different from a normal old man.

Lilly was confused. She was sure she saw the golden light earlier.

“Did the golden light happen naturally then?” Lilly asked.

The monk gazed at her profoundly but did not answer.

Lilly stared at the steaming cup of tea and thought for a long time before answering, “Was that the power of faith?”

She knew that faith could manifest itself. When Jessie’s sister was made into a spirit drum, she had read about it.

The monk nodded. “That is also correct.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Lilly pouted.

The monk gazed at her with a smile. “Is it important to know the answer?”

Lilly was taken aback for a second. She said, “Of course, it’s important! I used to take in at rookie ghost lord. She was made into a drum by a group of monks to tap into powers they can’t reach…”

She told the monk about what happened to Jessie and her sister.

“If you guys can go to that extent in the search of the power of faith, it must be important, right?”

very

The monk shook his head. Are they real e

Lilly was at a loss for a reply.

The monk poured away her tea which had turned cold and poured her a fresh cup.

“There are real monks, and there are fake monks. There are also monks who sacrifice their hearts in search of power and become demons. A person can be both real and fake. A fake person can reach enlightenment through a moment of epiphany.”

Lilly understood some of it, but not everything. Without fully understanding the monk’s. statement, she dared not agree with it.

“Really? I don’t agree with seeking divine forgiveness after killing. What happens to the

the victim then? Is it fair to them? You guys always tell sinners to repent. What gives yout right to forgive killers on their victims’ behalf?” Lilly stubbornly clung to that point.

What she didn’t know was that the conversation decided the result of the fight with her. biggest enemy…