a light brown.Moreover, he was unkempt. Sometimes he would expose his collarbone, other times his belly button, and sometimes he would just go shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose shorts on the bo...My brother launched into a long-winded speech right away. He speaks quickly to begin with, and I was half asleep listening for ages. I only caught the first sentence.

"1941" I came to my senses.

"...I've said so much, and all you heard was a time" My brother asked me wordlessly.

“No... You said that so fast, I'm a little dazed…”

"Alright, alright, I'll slow down. You better take notes and write it all down. Later you can give it to Rao Chen and let her sum it up... Your head probably won't remember all this important stuff."

Okay, after having a child, my attention and focus aren't what they used to be. I honestly just pull out my little notebook from the drawer.

It turned out that the Japanese monk wasn't pretending; he was truly from Japan. He was quite friendly with Master Huicqing and after some "exchange of Buddhist teachings," he was deeply impressed by Master Huicqing, bowing down in reverence. He then revealed his purpose for coming.

This monk surnamed Nan Yun inherited the family business and became a monk—it is said that Japanese temples are all wealthy, and monks who preside over them have a certain status and profession. They can marry and have children, and they also need to inherit the temple, etc.

This Nan Yun monk took over the family business from his father. Due to his family environment, he visited many “high monks” when he was young and even went to Mount Hiei, a holy place for Japanese Buddhism, to practice under a “holy monk.”

This holy monk was over ninety years old, and he liked this little apprentice very much. He passed on a booklet to him.

"What kind of note" I asked curiously.

"I'm loving that whole Japanese "middle-school delinquent" aesthetic, you know what I mean Calling it something like 'Demon Chronicle'..." My brother couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It's a bit funny, but it also quite matches their national style.

"The most outrageous thing is that this note was 'alive,' it recorded an event, the one I told you about from 1941..." my brother continued.

In 1941, the year of Xin Si in the Chinese lunar calendar, during the intercalary June.

These pages of records are almost entirely written in Chinese. During that era, our nation was still under invasion, with war and chaos everywhere, making life incredibly difficult for the people.

Just look at our current living environment, it's really hard to imagine that just a few decades ago our country was so difficult.

For centuries, Japan has been learning from Han and Tang Chinese culture. When they invaded our country, they plundered as many precious cultural artifacts as possible, including those underground.

Just coincidentally, the master of this Nanyun monk was an "advisor" who accompanied the invading army.

At that time, the old monk was very young, only about ten years old. He followed his master as an advisor to the army, giving blessings to the deceased invaders while also scavenging for various Buddhist treasures.

The old monk's master wrote down his experiences from various places in a diary, which recorded many strange and unusual events in Chinese.

Nanyun, the young monk, didn't harbor any hatred. Instead, he envied our country's development and came to our nation to exchange and learn. He even picked up a rather stiff Mandarin.

At first sight of Huqing the monk, the two young bald heads shone against each other, just like they had met their relatives. They started chattering away non-stop.

Little Master Nan Yun's skill was obviously shallow, being misled by this "Master Abbot" Hu Qing. He blurted out everything he should and shouldn't have said.

That page of the notebook was covered in black marks, the color of bloodstains.

A while ago, these bloodstains suddenly deepened in color. Little monk Nan Yun kept flipping through this old diary and discovered this immediately returned home to ask his master for advice.

The master said very seriously, the blood on the note was from his late teacher's demon-subduing talismans, indicating that demons had appeared in the world.

Little Monk Nan Yun had received vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts before, but he had never encountered demons. So he pressed on, wanting to know more about the demons described on this page.

Upon hearing this, I felt a slight sense of déjà vu.

This zombie's coffin was obviously beyond the technology level at the time of its death, and in the room where the zombie was located, I also saw some stainless steel medical equipment stamped with a seal.

This indicates that the corpse had been moved and studied after being discovered.

But the house where the corpse was found was protected by a barrier, probably set up by the demon lord's followers in this world.

And at that time, the dragon vein's "broken finger" should have been caused by external force...

"You guessed it, right" My brother said with a chuckle. "It must be the war period. Master of the little monk Nanyun followed the invaders in digging up tombs, discovering the magic of this corpse. Then, he had a dispute with the demon lord's followers who guarded the tomb. In the end, the demon lord's followers used a barrier to hide the corpse..."

Then at the end of that year, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, didn't they With both sides exhausted from fighting, there was no more energy left to search for treasures. So the matter was put on hold for the time being.

“Although these things sound easy to talk about now, back then we didn't know how much blood was shed. Those followers of the Demon Lord, although they were different, at least didn't let foreigners take this zombie away... It's even more speechless that it also records our family!”

What It's recorded our family

"There's our grandfather's name inside! I wonder how wild he was back then... But then again, this wasn't even outside the province, it's basically his territory. There's no way he wouldn't have known." My brother said.

I nodded. In times of war, people were struggling just to survive, who had the time to worry about the dead... The old master's last active years in society were around the founding of the country. After that, he gradually faded from public view, taking his family and followers with him.

"Grandpa should still remember these things, right It's been so many years though... Maybe we should go ask him" I suggested.

"Sure, let me just prepare a few more lines. I'm still looking into this Nan Yun monk's background! He and Huqing, those two bald heads, seem to hit it off right away."

"Master Huqing, don't reveal our secret." I muttered nervously.

"Hey, relax! That guy Huijing is sharp, he knows what's up!" My brother chuckled and hung up the phone.

Turns out my grandfather's name was even recorded by foreigners. No wonder this monk followed the vine to find our shop.

Knock knock.

The sound of a knock startled me awake, and I quickly sat up, saying "Come in."

Dad turned the doorknob and peered in, asking, "Who are you talking to on the phone"

"Who else could it be, my brother What's up" I asked curiously.

Since my dad met Jiang Qiyun, he hasn't really bothered with matters of the yin-yang world anymore.

In his words, it means that our family has blessings from heaven. When we are fortunate, we should be grateful. When we encounter misfortune, it is predetermined by fate, so we should just accept it and let go.

My dad rubbed his hands together, looking a bit embarrassed as he said, "Old Lady Wu is a distant relative of the Shen family. You know that, right"

"I know."

Why did you suddenly bring this upith something gleaming in its hand reflecting the moonlight."...It's like a sickle that's been rolled up, be careful." My brother panted, warning me."Is this thing a human" I raised my hand, ready to...