Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1261 Wise Old Man

For the next few days, Lilly’s spirit continued to travel southward and visited all the villages. along the way.

She found that every home had its unique generational tradition.

Some families baked special pies for Christmas using homegrown berries and fruits. Some created lavish meals using produce from their farm.

For some other families, Christmas was a solemn affair. They would visit churches or pray at home, sometimes offering remembrances to their loved ones who were no longer with them.

Life seemed to slow down around Christmas when people returned to their roots. Traditions. that seemed to have vanished would return to civilization.

The closer to Christmas, the more she felt “something” that she had never felt before.

There was bad aura in the underworld. While there was no spirit aura in the human realm, the generational heritage of the civilization could be considered a type of aura.

The underworld had its roots in the supernatural, and the King of Hell was part of it. As Lilly observed those traditions, she could feel an ancient power flowing through her.

“I didn’t expect this power to return to me…”

Lilly hovered in mid-air and cupped her hands around a firework. The light shone through. her transparent hands and illuminated her face.

Suddenly, she saw a ray of golden light in the distance. She narrowed her gaze.

“That’s it.”

She immediately flew in that direction.

came from a small monastery

buildings made of bricks and shale. It was not as pretty or modern as the buildings

clean, and behind it was a forest. Being in

temperature

a monk in a thick robe sitting in front of a desk copying

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at Lilly. He looked to be at least seventy

old.

surprised. “You can see

monk smiled. “If it’s fated to

thought the answer was very cryptic, though she hovered over and sat down cross-

Lilly asked, “Hey, Gramps, I saw a golden light from afar earlier.

smiled

he was giving a straight answer, he was no different from a

She was sure she saw the

the golden light happen

monk gazed at her profoundly but

the steaming cup of tea and thought for a long time before answering, “Was that

could manifest itself. When Jessie’s sister was made into a spirit drum,

“That