Revelation of the Way of Heaven

Chapter 243 Bluebird

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The seven bluebirds, with the one at the front as their leader, were taller than the four people when viewed up close. After flying to the four people, they circled around them continuously, making calls as if they were trying to express something.

"What do they mean by this?" Qin Xiaochuan asked Han Kexin beside him, but when he turned around and saw Han Kexin, he found that she was staring blankly at the divine birds, obviously not having heard what he said.

"Uncle, can't you sense animals' emotions? What are they saying?" Xiaoying looked at the group of beautiful elves with curiosity, as if she had completely forgotten about the danger she had just faced.

"Uh..." Qin Xiaochuan was speechless, but he still tried to understand what the bluebird was trying to express. Unexpectedly, this attempt had some effect.

"They probably want us to go with them," Qin Xiaochuan said.

"Then what are we waiting for?" the little girl asked excitedly.

Qin Xiaochuan glanced back at Han Kexin. She had already returned to her usual cold expression, but her red eyes and tear stains on her face indicated that what had just happened was real. She simply said, "Let's go."

As if the bluebirds understood her words, four bluebirds flew to each of the four people and hovered in front of them as soon as she finished speaking, urging them on.

"They seem to make us ride on them." Qin Xiaochuan translated again.

"Oh, great!" Upon hearing Qin Xiaochuan's words, Xiaoying excitedly took the lead and rode on first. Seeing this, the others did not say anything and followed suit.

Just as Qin Xiaochuan was about to step onto the bluebird's back, eight golden lights attacked from the crowd again, clearly indicating that this time they wanted to trap the bluebird as well.

Just then, the remaining three bluebirds simultaneously cried out at the golden light, and the powerful sound waves instantly shattered all eight beams of golden light.

Taking advantage of the moment, Qin Xiaochuan mounted the bluebird, and the seven bluebirds carried the four of them into the sky, soon turning into several black dots in the sky.

The bluebird led the four across snow-capped mountains, finally arriving at a high mountaintop, where the snow was also white, but the wind was stronger and fiercer.

In the vast snow-capped mountains, a monk dressed in an earth-yellow robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The monk looked to be in his fifties. Although his temples were gray, he was composed and kind-hearted, clearly a highly accomplished monk.

The bluebird carried the four people to the monk's side. As soon as they landed, the monk opened his eyes, looked intently at Qin Xiaochuan, and said, "You've finally arrived."

"Do you know us?" Qin Xiaochuan asked in surprise, as the other person seemed to have been waiting for them here.

The monk gently shook his head.

"How did you know we'd come here?"

"I saw it a long, long time ago," the monk said calmly.

"Saw it? Or a long, long time ago?" Qin Xiaochuan thought the other person was talking nonsense.

The monk nodded firmly, then asked instead of answering, "Have you ever heard of remote viewing?"

Qin Xiaochuan shook his head blankly, but then heard Han Kexin say coldly, "Are you talking about a legendary prophetic ability? It's said to be a skill secretly passed down in Tantric Buddhism."

"That's right. When you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can unlock an ability that allows you to see a certain scene that will happen in the future."

"So these bluebirds are the ones you sent to rescue us?" Han Kexin asked again.

The monk shook his head and looked at Han Kexin, saying, "The one who saved you is an old friend of mine, and also an old friend of yours."

"Who is it?" Han Kexin asked hurriedly, her anxious tone making Qin Xiaochuan turn his head. What he found even more incomprehensible was that Han Kexin's body was trembling slightly when she asked those two words.

"You probably already guessed it," the monk said slowly, then uttered two words decisively: "Xiao Yan!"

Upon hearing the monk's words, Han Kexin deflated like a punctured balloon, suddenly slumping to the ground. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes.

Qin Xiaochuan looked at the other person with concern and asked hesitantly, "Are you alright?"

Han Kexin didn't say anything, but lowered her head sharply, her body trembling uncontrollably, silently crying in front of everyone.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't know how to comfort this usually strong woman, when he heard Xiaoying suddenly say in a shocked yet delighted voice, "Dad?"

Qin Xiaochuan felt a jolt, and all the confusion about Han Kexin that had been lingering in his mind instantly vanished. He stared blankly at the woman who was still sobbing, countless emotions surging into his heart. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He slowly crouched down to approach her, reaching out his hand but then pausing in front of her, hesitant. But seeing her heartbroken expression, he couldn't bear it and gently lowered his hand.

He gently patted her head.

Han Kexin suddenly pulled him over and hugged him tightly. Before Qin Xiaochuan could react, a sharp pain came from his shoulder. It turned out that while hugging him, Han Kexin opened her mouth and bit his shoulder hard.

Qin Xiaochuan winced in pain, muttering to himself, "What sins did I commit in my past life to have to meet a woman like this?" Yet, he still gently hugged her.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Qin Xiaochuan felt the pain in his shoulder growing stronger, Han Kexin finally opened her mouth. She slowly pushed Qin Xiaochuan away, reverting to her usual indifferent expression, and then stood up coldly to ask the monk, "Then you must have a lot to say to us, right?"

The monk gently closed his eyes and slowly said, "Amitabha, everything is destiny, it is mine and it is yours."

The wind blew from a distant time and space, scattering the snowflakes in the sky and blowing the clothes and hair of the five people. The sunlight shone on the vast snowfield, reflecting an unusual brilliance.