Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

It was the first time for Little Lotus to go out and play alone, but he was unfamiliar with the place, so he could only wander around the Laba Temple. At night, he would return to the woman and sleep with the baby in her belly.

Little Lotus learned from the conversation between the woman and the old lama that the woman was a saint named Bai Ma from a tribe on the mountain, and the father of the child was a marginal figure named Zhang Fulin from the tribe on the other side of Changbai Mountain.

Little Lotus had heard Uncle Yang talk about the Zhang family, the Fu Zhang family that built a nest at the doorstep of their home. Uncle Yang had also mentioned another ethnic group here.

The days passed by as Little Lotus got up early in the morning to explore the snow-capped mountains and returned to her brother to sleep at sunset.

On this day, the husband who only existed in Baima's mouth appeared, covered in blood in front of the Laba Temple.

When Bai Ma looked at her husband covered in blood, she knew that his plan had failed. It seemed that her fate had been determined from the beginning, and this time now was just stolen by her.

Bai Ma did not complain, but silently cleaned her husband's body, changed him into new clothes, and sat with him in front of the Laba Temple to watch the sun rise and the moon set.

Bai Ma gave birth to a child with a tattoo of a unicorn stepping on auspicious clouds. Zhang Fulin knew very well what the tattoo represented. He just glanced at the child and continued to take care of his wife. This was their last time together, and he and his wife would soon be separated forever.

Two groups of people came outside the door, one from the mountain and one from the bottom of the mountain.

Little Lotus looked at her brother in the little Lama's arms, and then looked at her brother's parents who were so kind in the room.

The old lama next to the young lama looked at the transparent little lotus floating in the air. He said nothing, but smiled at the baby in the young lama's arms and said, "You were born in the love of your parents. Please remember that no matter how difficult your future path is, there will be someone by your side who will never leave you."

The young lama looked at the old lama in confusion.

The door was slowly opened, and Bai Ma and Zhang Fulin walked out together, supporting each other.

"Thank you for your care these days, Master."

"No need to be so polite, donors." The old lama helped the two men up.

"Baima/Zhang Fulin, come back with us." The two groups each took their people and left the Laba Temple.

Zhang Fulin held his son in his arms, followed the Zhang family, and started his journey back with his back to his wife.

After Bai Ma was taken back, she became a sacrifice, and her body was finally handed over to the old lama of the Laba Temple according to her will.

"Chief, the criminal Zhang Fulin has returned with his son." Zhang Fulin knelt in front of the chief, holding his son.

"This child must be the atavistic child in the prophecy." Patriarch Zhang opened the swaddling clothes and looked at the pattern of a unicorn stepping on auspicious clouds on the body of the baby whose body temperature had risen due to crying.

Little Lotus looked at Qilin, whose quilt had been uncovered and who was crying due to the cold, and quietly stuffed a warm jade into Qilin's swaddling clothes.

After feeling the warmth brought by the warm jade, Qilin suddenly stopped crying, stared at the small lotus floating in the air with its black eyes, and suddenly began to giggle.

"Since this child has become the Son of God, he is no longer your son. From now on, for his own good, don't go to see him, and don't let anyone know. Even if others know that you have a son, he is already dead. Do you hear me?"

Zhang Ruitong held the Qilin who had become the Holy Son and told Zhang Fulin who was kneeling on the ground the final decision.

"Zhang Fulin violated clan rules and married someone from another family. He is to be expelled from the clan and be sentenced to death. His child will be executed."

Zhang Fulin wanted to take one last look at the child, but after meeting Zhang Ruitong's gaze, he could only leave the Zhang family dejectedly with the law enforcers.

The Holy Son Qilin was handed over to the wet nurse to be carefully fed.

When the woman who was taking care of the child lowered her head, a strange look flashed in her eyes, but it was seen by the little lotus surrounding the Qilin.

Qilin was placed alone in the room. The wet nurse who served him stood in front of the cradle and looked sinisterly at the sleeping baby in the cradle.

The little lotus flowers circled around her again and again, until they finally made themselves dizzy, with the tips of their petals drooping.

The next day, Zhang Ruitong held the Qilin high in front of the whole clan, showing everyone the child who was born with a tattoo of a Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds.

"This is the son of prophecy our ancestors spoke of. This is our Holy Son."

The Zhang family members kneeling at the bottom of the stairs looked enthusiastically at the child being held high by Zhang Ruitong. A few of them had strange expressions on their faces, which were noticed by Zhang Ruitong and several elders around him who were standing high up.

"The Holy Son is the next generation patriarch, Zhang Qiling."

The people below kept calling out "Holy Son Zhang Qiling, Holy Son Zhang Qiling".

After Zhang Ruitong handed the child over to the person who was taking care of him, he returned to the meeting room with several elders.

"Did you all see it today?"

"I saw it, and there were quite a few people."

"Humph, a bunch of ants are not worthy of touching our things. We didn't kill enough of them at the beginning. Otherwise, how could they have the guts to come to my Zhang family."

"Sixth Elder, what do you think?" Zhang Ruitong asked a smiling old man alone.

"What can I think? Of course it's to root out the evil." It's unclear whether the Sixth Elder referred to the unknown family or the Holy Son's biological father and insider.

"But, the people I saw today were all from your side, Sixth Elder. Your side is riddled with people. As the person in charge, don't you really know anything?" Zhang Ruitong suddenly attacked the Sixth Elder.

"Zhang Ruitong, are you planning to attack me? Besides, there are so many people on my side, how can I investigate them one by one. Or does the clan leader intend to eliminate dissidents?" The Sixth Elder suddenly put away his smile and looked at Zhang Ruitong with a gloomy face.

"Then please ask Sixth Elder to clean up the people first, and then come to attend the Zhang family meeting." Zhang Ruitong was not afraid of the Sixth Elder. Instead, he kicked him out of the meeting directly.

"Hmph." When the Sixth Elder saw that no one agreed with him, he snorted coldly, pushed open the door of the conference room and left angrily.

After the Sixth Elder left, Zhang Ruitong looked at the remaining people, including the Chief Elder who closed his eyes and rested as soon as he entered the meeting room.

"No matter what, our Zhang family has been infiltrated by the Wang family. This place is no longer safe. We have to move out of here as soon as possible and break up into smaller units."

"What about the Holy Son? He has just been born, he can't follow us around everywhere."

"Besides, the Wang family has always been eyeing us covetously. If we are left alone, there is no guarantee that they will not pounce on us."

"Ten years. We still have ten years. This is enough time for us to set up a place to settle people outside."

"Ten years is not a long time." The elders were discussing what Zhang Ruitong said.

"Then let's see where we can go in batches?"

Zhang Ruitong took out a map and spread it on the table.

"Then I will go south with the Fifth Elder and take the side branch to this small fishing village. This is a foreign colony, and they won't dare to take action anyway."

"Then you and the fifth elder should go to that small fishing village and slowly migrate there. Don't let anyone notice anything unusual."

"Then the Seventh Elder and I will go to Shanghai. There are also foreign territories in Shanghai. China today has long been corrupt, and only by staying in foreign territories can we avoid war."

"Third Elder, you and the Seventh Elder should go to Shanghai, and move quickly."

"Great Elder, how about you?" Zhang Ruitong asked the Great Elder who was resting with his eyes closed.

"I no longer have any descendants, and my subordinates have almost all been replaced. Let me take them to Banai. This will fulfill my wish." The great elder said slowly.

"Zhang Ruitong is here to see the Great Elder off." Zhang Ruitong had spent the longest time with the Great Elder, so he naturally knew what the Great Elder meant.

When the Great Elder left the meeting room, he took a deep look at Zhang Ruitong, whose half face was hidden in the darkness.

"Then Lao Si and I will go to Peking."

Xiao Lianhua squatted on the beam of the room, listening to the people below discussing how to get rid of the Wang family members who had infiltrated the Zhang family.

Qilin was growing up day by day. When he was two years old, someone came to teach him.

"My name is Zhang Fushan, and I'm your instructor. Let's go, today's training begins." With that, Zhang Fushan took the young Zhang Qiling out of the room.

However, Qilin did not want Little Lotus to go with him. His Little Lotus looked very delicate and would definitely not be able to bear to see him practicing.

"Little Lotus, be good. Wait for me to come back." Qilin would say goodbye to Little Lotus every time he went out.

Little Lotus would stay in the room obediently, waiting for Qilin to come back.

Little Lotus discovered that every time Qilin came back, he had many wounds on his body, especially the fingers on his right hand, which were all burned.

Now, the little lotus has put away its lotus form and turned into a delicate little person. Every time, it holds the Qilin's soft little hand and drops golden beans.

Then he took out the ointment from his personal space and applied it all over Qilin's body.

Zhang Fushan thought that Qilin's quick recovery from wounds was the ability of an atavist, so he had to take on heavier tasks, and the tasks were more numerous and difficult, and Qilin brought back more injuries every day.

When Qilin was five years old, he was able to take the token from Zhang Fushan's waist without any harm.

"Now, I have nothing more to teach you. From now on, you have to work harder to defeat the next instructor." Zhang Fushan looked with satisfaction at the Zhang family's holy son, who had mastered all of his skills after only three years of teaching.

Zhang Qiling had no desire to retain the girl. All his feelings were reserved for the little lotus that accompanied him.

"I'm your next instructor. My name is Zhang Hailin."

Another person who walked in from the door patted Zhang Fushan on the shoulder, stood in front of five-year-old Zhang Qiling, and introduced himself.