Durin's Diary

Chapter 951 Rolling Up the Beaded Curtain

After laughing, Chief Ping felt a lingering fear—this young man's strength could no longer be judged by normal standards. The talents of the Zhulongzi were all different. The Sun family's bloodline was mostly green and blue, and the only one with blue blood died in battle at Yumen Pass when he was young, leaving behind only two daughters.

In the end, it was the eldest daughter who adopted her second son into the Sun family, which allowed the withered branch of the Sun family to have a chance to flourish again.

He glanced at Madam Sun, who handed the child to her son and told him to take the child back to the car.

The fat man, unaware of what was going on, responded and left with the child in his arms.

"My son is a bit slow-witted."

"Luck is also a kind of strength, Madam. This young man, Youcai, was able to get to know Mr. Dulin, and even met him today as he was about to leave. Usually, he just uses teleportation portals to come and go directly, but..."

“There are no secrets in this world. Although you didn’t say it, I knew he had already climbed the steps when I saw him.” After the old lady finished speaking, she pointed to her eyes: “Although I am old, I still have all my skills. I can no longer see his face clearly. At first, I thought there was something wrong with my eyes, until I saw you. You still look as young as before, so I knew that there was something wrong with this young gentleman, Dulin.”

"It's good that you understand. Don't tell anyone about this. And if you look at the newspapers, you'll find that the heated debate about the conflict between the Chinese and the barbarians that was all over the newspapers a few days ago has disappeared today."

"I didn't read the newspapers today because I brought the kids here. It seems someone warned those newspapers, which is a good thing. What did Mr. Dulin say?"

"Mr. Dulin reads the newspaper, but he never comments on its contents. I think that's easy to understand. Just like, would a person discuss things with an insect? No."

Chief Ping's words made the old lady smile. She signed the report handed to her by the engraver, and only after the engraver left did she speak to Chief Ping: "Will this sudden increase in talent have any impact on the young master?"

“He has a talent for this. I heard Mr. Yan and the old man talk about it. They said that Mr. Dulin can perform talent-enhancing ceremonies for hundreds of children a day in the Western Continent. The success rate depends on the child’s growing environment, and there is a chance of about 20% to 40% of them successfully awakening their talents.”

"Two to four tenths, I wouldn't believe it if my grandson hadn't received such a benefit." The old lady opened her eyes and looked at Chief Ping: "Back then, he hadn't even climbed the steps yet, had he?"

"That's for sure. He didn't go up the stairs when he arrived." Chief Ping didn't intend to hide this fact—what he wanted to hide was why he went up the stairs.

After all, the act of slaying a god is too terrifying—in the thousand years of the Tang Dynasty, there have been legendary instances of gods being slain, but those slain in the past were all beings of weak divine power. Du Lin came to slay one of the four great evil gods, and the difference between them is naturally incomparable.

"Then tell me, how should I thank Mr. Dulin, or does he intend to preside over the ceremony in Changtang?" asked Madam Sun.

This question really stumped Chief Ping. He thought about it and realized that if Mr. Dulin was willing to preside over the ceremony, it would be a real good thing for the talented children. With that in mind, he said, "Let me ask. If possible, Madam Sun could bring all your grandchildren over. I heard that Mr. Dulin presides over ceremonies for children in the Western Continent. It's possible that only children can receive the ceremony."

"I understand. I'll have to leave it to you then."

Madam Sun returned satisfied. Chief Ping thought for a moment and decided to send a messenger to help him make the trip. If he went by himself, it would definitely alert everyone in the Celestial Master's Mansion. By having the messenger deliver a message, he thought it would not arouse the curiosity of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Although the children from the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Candle Dragon Pavilion are all loyal to the Tang Dynasty, the relationship between the Candle Dragon and the Celestial Master is not good. Since their last major conflict, it has been nearly forty years since the Celestial Master's son and the Candle Dragon son have intermarried.

why?
It's for no particular reason; it's just that people fight for pride, and even Buddhas fight for a stick of incense.

………………

What on earth is Pinkov up to? How could he dare send a mere messenger to deliver a message to such a distinguished guest as Mr. Dulin? The young general, who had been listening from the second floor, frowned as he watched the dwarf messenger, who had been searched, enter the hall.

He was not one of the ordinary Celestial Masters of the Celestial Master's Mansion. He had personally heard his father praise Mr. Dulin and hear his father's conversation with Prime Minister Luo about the future management of the four islands. He was the only outsider who knew that Mrs. Nogel was the one who died at Dulin's hands.

It's thrilling to even think about. As a young general, he dared not utter a single word, fearing that the people in the Golden Hall would eventually find him after searching for the traitor. In the end, his father, to demonstrate royal impartiality, would personally behead this little bastard.

What an unjust death! The young general lamented his own death and wanted to tell his good friend, but he dared not speak openly about it.

Therefore, he could only rage helplessly deep inside and express his greatest pain.

His unusual behavior aroused the curiosity of his old friend: "What's wrong with you? You look constipated. Do you need to go to the toilet?"

Go to hell, you idiot! I was thinking of helping you!
The young general waved his hand and said no, but inwardly he was furious.

"Then why are you looking so miserable? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to go to the infirmary with you?" his old friend continued to ask curiously.

The young general felt utterly hopeless—his old friend was clearly so foolish, so why did he have so many confidantes, each one devoted to him?

This is so unfair!

………………

Du Lin took the letter from the messenger and read it. It turned out that Chief Ping said that after things were settled at the Celestial Master's Mansion, he should not rush to Zhennan Pass, but return to the Candle Dragon Pavilion to see if he could help the children with a ceremony. He had heard about Du Lin's abilities from the old man and Mr. Yan.

That's true. The demon army has been fighting fiercely outside Zhennan Pass these past few days—it's said that the biggest factions within the demon army are electing new war leaders, and they probably have a few more days to spare.

Well, it's good to help the children; Dulin has done what he can.

After writing "I know" on it, Dulin smiled and took out a box of pastries. The messenger happily took the box and left.

It seems your reputation as a box-delivery boy has already spread far and wide.

Daju sighed.

Being a messenger isn't easy; I'll help in any way I can.

Dulin sighed and turned his head, because he heard his daughter calling him from in front of the blackboard.

Why call him that?
Who made Dulin the most solid and invincible target in the world right now?

(End of this chapter)