The rag doll was made of coarse cloth and rough thread, sewn together to look rather odd.
It had no eyes, and its head was large, giving it an exceptionally eerie appearance.
When Zhang Qilin spoke, the rag doll visibly trembled.
Zhang Tian's figure also walked over.
Upon seeing the rag doll, Zhang Tian realized that a ghost was very likely hidden inside.
And the strength of this ghost was unknown.
After all, if its strength were not very high, Zhang Tian would have sensed it.
But Zhang Tian only discovered it now, which proved that whatever was inside was not insignificant.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to recognize me."
"Qilin, it's been a long time."
A hearty laugh came from within the rag doll.
Then, a dark shadow emerged from the doll.
As the shadow appeared, the entire room seemed to grow much colder.
His eyes held a hint of a smile.
The shadow's face gradually became visible.
A middle-aged man with a black beard, wearing a Tibetan robe, appeared before everyone.
"He seems to know Zhang Qilin," Wang Banyue whispered from the side.
Wu Tianzhen nodded, his eyes also filled with curiosity.
Zhang Tian's gaze fixed on the shadow.
It was clear that this person was very likely the previously rumored Lama, a strong practitioner from Tibet, who could even extend Baima's life for three days.
But Zhang Tian couldn't understand why he would appear here, and in this form.
Logically, he should not be dead.
"En," Zhang Qilin nodded, as if he had thought of something.
"Old man, who are you?" Fatty asked brazenly.
This fellow was always this bold.
"You little fatty, you have no manners."
"I am the Lama of this place," the Lama said.
After speaking, he looked at Zhang Tian.
"The same blood flows in your body as his, you must be of the same clan, right?" the Lama asked, looking at Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek.
"Probably, we both have the surname Zhang," Zhang Tian replied.
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The Lama spoke, looking at Zhang Tian and the others.
Zhang Tian smiled.
"You should already know, please help us, Lama."
Zhang Tian said this while bowing respectfully.
The shadow looked at Zhang Tian with interest.
This young man was quite sharp-witted.
Hu Bayi and the others also looked at the shadow before them. They couldn't sense its strength, but judging by its aura, it was likely formidable.
"You brat, fine, I'll tell you a story."
The shadow said, placing its hands behind its back.
It then slowly began to speak.
"Long ago, there was a heavenly punishment. Only through sacrifice could the danger be averted. And the sacrifice was a maiden eighteen years of age."
"The maiden was sacrificed to Yama and transported to the center of the Hidden Sea Flower."
"However, later, the maiden was rescued and had an affair with an outsider man, giving birth to a son."
The Lama narrated.
Zhang Tian knew what story this was.
This was the story of Zhang Qilin's birth.
Zhang Qilin stood to the side, listening intently.
He could vaguely sense that these matters were related to him.
"The matter of the boy could not be hidden from the clan, nor from the man's race."
"The man's race intended to take the newborn child away."
"But after the child was taken away, under the upbringing of the southern race, he would have no emotions. The woman did not want to see her child like this, and refused to the death."
"In the end, the boy was taken away, and the woman made an agreement with a Celestial Master. She was buried beneath the Hidden Sea Flower."
The Lama continued.
Fatty touched his cheek.
"Old man, is your story about Second Brother?"
"This sounds quite strange, what do you think, Second Brother?"
Fatty mumbled. Zhang Qilin did not speak, his gaze fixed on the Lama before him.
"It doesn't matter who this story is about. What matters is that the child has now returned."
The Lama said, his eyes falling on Zhang Qilin.
His meaning was clear: Zhang Qilin was that child, and the child in the story, along with his mother, was his childhood experience.
Zhang Qilin's heart trembled, and a strange memory began to flood in.
"Have I been here before?" Zhang Qilin asked.
He seemed to have regained some memories.
The Old Celestial Master smiled.
"You have been here, but it's as if you haven't."
"You didn't go in, and you didn't see her."
The Lama said, walking around the room.
"Everything is fate. Perhaps because of what was done too ruthlessly back then, all the clan members are now dead. This may be a heavenly punishment."
"And your arrival at this time is also a form of destiny. Perhaps this time, you will be able to enter successfully."
The Lama spoke, his gaze looking outside.
"You could preserve Baima for three days, why can't you help the villagers?" Zhang Tian asked the Lama, confused.
"Heaven's will cannot be defied. Even if you block this one, there will be countless others."
"Cause and effect, cycle of karma. I am powerless."
The Lama sighed.
It was clear that he could do nothing.
Zhang Tian, also a cultivator, understood what the Lama meant.
Some things are just like that, destined by fate, and difficult to change.
"By the way, Lama, can you tell us the location of the Hidden Sea Flower?"
"We need to go and see what the Hidden Sea Flower looks like."
Fatty spoke from the side.
His gaze was fixed on the Lama.
"The Hidden Sea Flower is a sacred flower, pure and flawless. It blooms in the interior of Medog, amidst the mountains and rivers."
"It is beautiful, but also very dangerous. Hidden Sea Flower, also known as Buried Red Flower. If you go, be prepared."
The Lama said continuously.
Zhang Tian and the others nodded.
Zhang Tian looked at the Lama before him.
He didn't understand why the Lama was telling them so much.
According to human nature and reason, if someone told you so much wholeheartedly, there must be a reason.
"Is the Hidden Sea Flower very dangerous?"
"Does it have any special uses?" Shirley Yang asked from the side.
The Lama smiled.
"I cannot say more about this. You will know when you get there."
"Alright, that's all I have to say. If you wish to go to the Hidden Sea Flower, follow the path inward from the village, and all will be revealed."
After speaking, the Lama's figure flickered, and he disappeared from the room once more.
Zhang Tian frowned slightly.
We were talking fine, and suddenly he stopped.
Or did he realize he had said too much?
Thinking this, Zhang Tian remained cautious.
"Boss, should we go now?" Fatty asked Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian shook his head.
It was already evening, and going now would undoubtedly increase the difficulty.
Therefore, Zhang Tian decided to wait until tomorrow morning.
"It's too late now. We'll rest here for the night and go tomorrow."
"What are everyone's opinions?" Zhang Tian said, looking at Zhang Qilin.
Mainly Zhang Qilin, if he wasn't in a hurry, he could totally go tomorrow.
Zhang Qilin nodded, saying nothing further, and walked to the living room to sit down slowly.
Zhang Tian knew that Zhang Qilin must be feeling conflicted at this moment, and a strange emotion must be stirring within him.