Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 287 - 286: Bai Bai Started to Speak?!

Chapter 287: Chapter 286: Bai Bai Started to Speak?!

Because she had figured it out, Mianmian regained her confidence once more. She sat cross-legged obediently, listening intently to Daoist Master Qing Xu, and learned many things her mother had not mentioned.

To integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought may sound simple, but in practice, it is quite difficult. Even if there truly were only one hundred schools, mastering the essence of each would require time and dedication to study.

Thus, her mom and dad had also said: Live and learn, never give up the opportunity to learn at any time. Even if you don’t understand at the moment, you can just take notes. Eventually, when the time comes, those things will all come together.

Seeing Mianmian so focused, Yang Xian, who had let go of his mental block, also started listening seriously.

The more he listened, the more he found it interesting.

Daoist Master Qing Xu didn’t just talk about those theoretical things; as he went on, he began to incorporate the content he discussed into live teaching, such as deriving magic from simple sentences, the polarity of yin and yang, and the mysteries of feng shui.

Everyone present was engrossed, genuinely benefiting from both the spiritual theories and practical exercises—a very comprehensive experience.

Since the root cause of the event was the imminent opening of the Ghost Gate, Daoist Master Qing Xu also started teaching calming spells and lightning summoning techniques. Although these were low-level, coming from Ling Xiao Temple, they were naturally more powerful than magic passed down by scattered practitioners.

Someone in the audience tried the lightning summoning technique based on what Qing Xu had described, and ended up numbing his own hand.

Yang Xian felt curious and decided to give it a try.

He started by focusing his qi, pretending to have it in his body even if it wasn’t there, and then concentrated the qi in the palm of his hand... and finally!

With a "snap"!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a cotton swab appeared at Yang Xian’s feet, leaving a black mark on the ground.

Those who were practicing looked at this scene in even greater astonishment: What’s going on? Why is his lightning so thick?

Those with a shallow cultivation base were amazed at this, but those with a deeper base thought even further.

Not only had this young man opened his Heavenly Eye at such a young age, but after just listening to Daoist Master Qing Xu’s explanation and demonstration, he had successfully summoned lightning!

With such talent and the good fortune of not being under strict control, if he had no master, could they try to compete for him, give it a shot?

As everyone had their own thoughts, Su Chenjin also quietly tried the method Qing Xu had just spoken of.

Regrettably, he tried many times but could not summon lightning like the others.

Su Chenjin thought: Could this be what they call innate talent or spiritual root in novels? His lineage lacked this kind of fortune, which is why there had only been one relative connected to the Dark Sect.

Little Auntie had never mentioned teaching them, and perhaps this was the reason.

However, every cloud has a silver lining. Su Chenjin did not dwell on this matter and continued to sit placidly in his original spot.

Yong Jue had actually been discreetly watching Mianmian all this time. Seeing Su Chenjin’s actions, he felt a bit worried.

As the abbot of Shifang Temple, Yong Jue had never interacted with Su Chenjin before, and this was their first meeting. Now it seemed that the Su Family members were indeed all excellent and need not worry him. Others might have turned green with envy at Yang Xian’s ability to achieve the effect of summoning lightning on the first try, such as the unstable young people present.

Daoist Master Qing Xu noticed this as well. Since today’s goal was to exchange and learn, he improvised on the spot, inviting those with questions to come on stage for personal instruction.

This opportunity came only once a year, so those present eagerly signed up, taking turns on stage for guidance.

The afternoon of mutual exchange passed quickly, and dusk approached.

Evening arrangements didn’t involve everyone staying here. Monks would recite scriptures within the temple to suppress the yin energy, while the Taoists from Ling Xiao Temple had the freedom to act on their own.

No one knew what kinds of ghosts would come forth when the Ghost Gate opened. Three years ago, there had been an incident where an evil spirit came up, chose a man who was out at night, played with him cruelly, and then killed him. Although such actions would also result in punishment for the evil spirit, once it had lost its reason and specifically chose this day to exact revenge on the mortal world, why would it care about the consequences?

In fact, the opening of the Ghost Gate on this day is a natural evolution of the rules of Heaven and Earth according to the Heavenly Dao, allowing the ghosts who are still queuing in the Underworld and have not yet drunk the Spicy Soup to see their relatives once more. The original intention is good.

However, as with all things, where there is yin there is yang, good always accompanies bad, and the mortal realm can only adapt to these situations and strive to deal with the bad aspects.

Mianmian hesitated whether or not she should join the patrol, but she couldn’t let go of her friends.

As Little Bun was hesitating, Daoist Master Qing Xu approached and said, "Little Apprentice Sister Mianmian, why do you look so worried? What’s wrong? Tell your Senior Brother about it."

Mianmian with her milky voice replied, "I’m a bit worried about my friends, but I also want to go out with you guys."

Daoist Master Qing Xu said, "Don’t worry, Apprentice Sister, you don’t have to worry about what’s happening outside. We remember what you mentioned earlier, and with us here, such an incident won’t occur."

What Qing Xu referred to was the information related to the New Divine Church that they had learned from a ghost who had friends within the Sect and was captured earlier from the Underworld. The Church intended to recruit a group of ghosts who had returned from the Underworld to the mortal realm on the Ghosts Festival.

Ghosts who do not return to the Underworld will be punished, but if they are assisted in their escape afterward, it’s a different matter.

Just as people can become evil from being good, so can ghosts, it merely depends on their way of thinking.

Hearing Qing Xu’s assurance, Mianmian smiled, "Alright, then I’ll count on you, Senior Qing Xu."

As she spoke, she put her hands together in front of her and bowed a greeting.

Qing Xu and she were of the same generation, so such a greeting between them was very appropriate.

Seeing Little Bun in her adorable dress performing such a solemn gesture, Qing Xu was so charmed that, smiling with a twinkle in his eye, he also returned the greeting, "Apprentice Sister is too kind, it’s my duty to do this."

As the director of supernatural management and the respected master of Ling Xiao Temple, everyone respected Qing Xu’s arrangements and took a car to various parts of North City.

After everyone had left, Mianmian took out her mobile phone and posted a new update on Instagram.

"Everyone should go home early and sleep tonight, the Ghost Festival is here. My grandnieces and grandnephews say that you all have night lives, so just stay at home for the night life today, your relatives want to be able to see you safely too."

Her previous Instagram post, at Su Chenjin’s suggestion, had spread awareness that the Ghost Festival was the same as the Ghosts Festival, along with some of the festival’s customs, and it had been shared over a hundred million times.

The people of Dragon Country have a deep-seated reverence for traditional festivals, just like they still honor their ancestors on Tomb-Sweeping Day. For the Ghost Festival, they would also traditionally burn paper money and light lanterns ahead of time for their relatives.

After posting on Instagram advising her followers not to play outside at night, Mianmian returned to the main hall.

The chanting was taking place in the main hall, where many monks were sitting on meditation cushions, and the crowd spilled outside as well because there was not enough space inside.

As soon as Mianmian arrived, Bai Bai came bounding up to her.

The small, chubby little wolf, happily sticking out its tongue, said, "Mianmian Mianmian, listen, listen, I can talk now!!!"

Xiaohu also opened his mouth, clinging to Mianmian’s other leg, and with a milky voice exclaimed, "Mianmian Mianmian, listen, listen, I can talk now~!"

The sudden speaking of the two Demons surprised the monks of Fahua Temple, who appeared quite proud, while those from Shifang Temple frowned.

They were able to join Yong Jue in attending this Buddhist event because they had been exposed to Buddha’s Dharma and had gained insight into it. Naturally, they also had some understanding of spirits and mythical creatures, knowing that it is not easy for a Demon to cultivate, develop a throat bone, and speak human language, which normally requires over a hundred years of Daoism!

Bai Bai couldn’t talk during the day and had knelt only for an afternoon in front of the Buddha statue to be able to speak so smoothly. How could that not be surprising?

It certainly couldn’t be that in one night, a young Demon could instantaneously traverse a century’s worth of time, could it?