Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 302 - 301: Is he/she a bird?

Chapter 302: Chapter 301: Is he/she a bird?

Xuying looked at the mirror.

In fact, it hadn’t looked at itself in a mirror for a long time, even if it deliberately drifted around Fahua Temple, approaching mirrors and water tanks, it couldn’t see its own appearance.

Over the lengthy span of time, day after day, it listened to the prayers and complaints of the pilgrims at Fahua Temple; eventually, it even forgot to be curious about what it looked like.

Now, in the small mirror handed over by Mianmian, it finally saw its face clearly.

No hair, a youthful face, double eyelids, a high nose bridge...

"Who is this?" Xuying touched its face, murmuring to itself, "This isn’t me."

Mianmian said straightforwardly, "You look a bit like Yong Hui."

Xuying was startled.

Yong Hui?

It and Yong Hui were partners. Through the wishing mechanism, it provided Yong Hui with positive magical power, and Yong Hui promoted it, bringing more people to Fahua Temple to offer incense.

Sometimes, it would also help out by selling some new divine items through dreams to those who had made wishes.

Yong Hui would praise it, saying it was becoming more and more like the Buddha, indistinguishable from the Buddha statue.

Xuying drifted to the Grand Hall.

Yong Hui and Yong Jue were still leading the monks in their chants, the profound Buddhist magical power still emanating from the monks’ array. Now that the array was established, they couldn’t leave; they had to finish reciting the entire Heart Sutra before stopping.

Xuying glanced at Yong Hui and then at the Buddha statue, before flying back to Mianmian.

Unable to see its whole body with the mirror in hand, it handed the mirror to the tallest man present, Su Chenjin.

"Hold this."

Xuying spoke, its voice still echoing in that distinctive way.

Su Chenjin gave Xuying a cold glance and reached out to take the mirror.

The mirror was small, but after Xuying retreated several steps, it could see its entire body in it. It regarded its reflection in the mirror with neither sadness nor joy.

Indeed...

Yong Hui’s face had aged, with wrinkles. Yet comparing it to the face it currently saw in the mirror, it could still tell there was a resemblance between it and Yong Hui.

Why was it so?

Xuying couldn’t understand.

Why did it have a face similar to Yong Hui’s? Earlier, when Su Mianmian cried, it couldn’t control the person on Su Mianmian’s side anymore, and the face that surfaced in its mind seemed to be this face as well.

Xuying fell silent, desperately trying to recall any connection it had with this face.

"Do you want Mianmian to help you?" Mianmian suddenly spoke up, in a childishly sweet voice, "Mianmian can look at memories, oh. As long as you agree to let Mianmian help, Mianmian can help you see what you’ve forgotten."

Xuying was taken aback upon hearing this.

Should it seek Mianmian’s help?

By asking for help, would it learn why its face resembled Yong Hui’s so much? Would it understand why it cared about not being comforted when it cried?

Reflecting on how Mianmian had cried and how all those it should have controlled slipped away in an instant, Xuying silently nodded, "Okay, please let me see what I’ve forgotten."

As soon as it finished speaking, Xuying immediately felt something was off.

How had it seemingly contributed its wish power to Su Mianmian?

But once a wish was spoken, it couldn’t be taken back. What was given out was given out. Just like some cultivators of the Rectification Dao who couldn’t make vows lightly.

Xuying silently lowered its gaze, feeling Mianmian’s small hand already on its forehead.

It felt strange, as if it had been touched on the forehead like this before. But upon careful reflection, it couldn’t remember anything.

"Just relax, don’t worry," Mianmian said while releasing Divine Consciousness, mingling with Xuying’s Divine Consciousness.

Xuying was essentially a consciousness attached to a Buddha statue, akin to a ghost cultivator who used the soul for cultivation. It was even more sensitive to whether the other soul was powerful.

Thus, when Mianmian’s Divine Consciousness invaded its body, it was taken aback.

Why did this child, Su Mianmian, possess such strong Divine Consciousness? So powerful that if Su Mianmian wished, she could even devour it!

The astonished Xuying soon had no time to think about this, as it was being taken by Mianmian, floating in a vast expanse of white.

This was not the first time Mianmian had used this method to see someone’s memories, but it was the first time she was taking someone along to witness them.

Her mother had told her when teaching this magic that for any being with awakened intelligence, all experiences would be stored in a little house.

If a section of memories was lost for some reason, just take that person along and let their Divine Consciousness open the house door, and the memories could be released.

This method could also be used to treat amnesia in ordinary people, very useful.

However, it only worked with the person’s consent; otherwise, it would turn into a fight of Divine Consciousness. The consequences of such a battle were terrible, with the loser being devoured by the victor.

To avoid this, her mother had given her medicine that strengthened Divine Consciousness and had her train in an illusion, telling her that unless she encountered a fairy, she was unlikely to be devoured by anyone.

This was also why Mianmian was extremely daring in entering Xuying’s consciousness world.

Actually, Mianmian was also curious, curious about how a shadow could sprout from a Buddha statue.

Now, having opened the little house storing Xuying’s memories, Mianmian voiced her puzzlement, "Why are we still at Fahua Temple?"

Their point of view was directly facing the Grand Hall of Fahua Temple.

Xuying didn’t speak.

The memories in the little house were indeed at Fahua Temple, and the angle they watched from was from above, looking down.

"Am I on the tree?" Xuying murmured.

At that moment, the scene suddenly plummeted downwards.

It seemed to fall to the ground, and the scenery shifted to the earth.

Probably because it was too short, even not as tall as the grass, so struggling was futile except for a view of the tops of the grass. Realizing it couldn’t get up, it emitted a "jiu jiu jiu" sound.

A bird?

Was it a bird?

Xuying had an epiphany for a moment, recalling what it had just seen, and slowly felt like it truly merged with the little bird that was "jiu jiu" chirping.

The moment Xuying became invisible, Mianmian, who also could only see the ground, found her view changed abruptly.

On the ground lay a little sparrow with a tender yellow beak, beside it stood a Big Tree. The little sparrow had fallen from the tree and now couldn’t return to its nest.

Mianmian sat on the tree, watching the little sparrow, waiting for Xuying’s memory to proceed. After a while, a young Monk passed by and picked up the little sparrow from the ground.

He climbed the tree and placed the little sparrow back into the nest.

The little sparrow stayed in the nest for a long time, chirping incessantly with hunger but never saw its mother return.

The monks of Fahua Temple came and went, but no one paid attention to the solitary little sparrow in the nest. In the end, it was the Monk who had placed the little sparrow in the nest who came over, climbed the tree again, held the little sparrow in his palm, and took it home with him.

Mianmian followed the Monk back to his residence, watching as the Monk took care of the little sparrow.

The little sparrow was clingy, constantly wanting to be close to the Monk to stop chirping.

So the Monk carried the little sparrow with him, going to the well to fetch water, tending the vegetables, preparing meals, and reciting sutras together.

The little sparrow and the Monk became good friends.

Suddenly one day, a couple came to the Temple, saying they wanted to take the Monk away as they were his relatives.

The little sparrow and the Monk were parted.