At midnight, the lights in the escort agency were all turned off, and there was no sound at all.

At this moment, a figure flashed on the wall on the left, and two black shadows emerged from the wall and ran side by side to the southwest corner.

Lin Zhennan nodded slightly. It seemed that Ping'er had not let go of martial arts, and this skill of holding Qi and body was already better than him.

Lin Shu naturally had never practiced light skills, but because he practiced swordsmanship and palm techniques to the extreme, he had already had a strong control over his muscles, so it was still very easy to speed up his own speed.

The streets in Fuzhou are crisscrossing, and Lin Zhennan takes Lin Shu to the east and turn west. This road is obviously often taken. He never hesitates on the fork road. He runs for more than two miles and turns into an alley on the side of a stone bridge.

Lin Shu followed to the end of the alley, and the two flew over the house and entered the wall of a large house.

The big house has a black door and a white wall, and an old vine is wrapped around the wall. This is the Lin family’s ancestral home.

Lin Shu recalled the memories of his original body. He vaguely remembered that he often came here when he was a child, but it became less rare to grow up. The dilapidated ancestral house was not as comfortable as the magnificent escort agency.

Lin Zhennan raised his hand and pushed the door open. Layers of dust fell down. The two of them took out the prepared candles and lit them. They shone them everywhere, and spider webs were covered with all corners.

"I haven't been back for a long time. Since your great-grandfather founded the escort agency, he has moved out of here, and only occasionally comes back. After so many years, your great-grandfather has left, your grandfather's family is gone, and no one has come back."

Lin Zhennan sighed repeatedly.

Lin Shu whispered: "Dad, let's go to the Buddhist temple first, the room cannot cover the fire."

"Yes, go to the Buddhist temple first."

Lin Zhennan recovered and took Lin Shu to the backyard. After passing through several rooms, he came to the Buddhist temple.

A painting of ink was hung in the middle of the Buddhist temple, which was painted on the back of the ancestor Bodhidharma. There was an extremely old futon near the west of the Buddhist temple, with wooden fish, bells and chimes, and a stack of books on the table.

Lin Shu picked up a book casually, and the dust suddenly blew over his face. He had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves and gently shake off the dust on the book. It turned out to be a Nanhua Sutra.

"It's all ordinary Buddhist scriptures." Lin Zhennan held the candlestick aside, saw Lin Shu's movements, and said with a smile.

Lin Shu smiled awkwardly and put down the scriptures.

"The robes are so big, it should be easy to find. Dad, is there any secret doors in this Buddhist temple?"

In fact, Lin Shu already knew where the robes were hidden. He just glanced at the roof pointed by Bodhidharma's right hand in the portrait. The original work was found here.

But at this time, Lin Zhennan cannot be directly reminded, and can only look for opportunities.

"There is no secret door? You have read too many vernacular novels. If so, wouldn't you know that your father grew up here since he was a child?"

Lin Zhennan quipped while flipping the cushion.

Lin Shu pretended to be looking for it, and curiously looked at the ink painting hanging in front of the hall, as if she wanted to see every detail of the whole painting thoroughly.

Lin Zhennan searched around and saw Lin Shu’s appearance when he came back and explained: “This painting is painted by Master Bodhidharma of Shaolin, which was painted by your great-grandfather himself.”

He then asked, "Do you suspect that the robes are related to this painting?"

Lin Shu pretended to be mysterious and said, "Dad, look at the hands of Bodhidharma in the portrait..."

Lin Zhennan looked closely and saw that in the portrait, Bodhidharma turned his back to the two of them, putting his left hand behind, as if he was pinching a sword technique, and pointed his right index finger at the roof.

"This... is indeed strange." Lin Zhennan murmured to himself. I have seen it many times before, but I didn't think there was anything strange. When Ping'er reminded me today, I only thought that this painting was strange and unusual.

"Dad, why not give it a try. This may be a reminder left by great-grandfather." Lin Shu suggested.

Lin Zhennan thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

He raised his body, aimed his palms at the point where Bodhidharma's index finger pointed in the picture, and hit the roof.

With a bang, the mud, sand and dust fell down.

Just as Lin Zhennan was disappointed, a red thing fell down from the roof, and it was a cassock.

Lin Zhennan reached out to catch it, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to ecstasy.

It was actually found, it actually exists.

Lin Zhennan sighed in his heart.

"Dad, is this the secret to the great-grandfather's great-grandfather's domination of the martial arts world?"

Lin Shu looked at him and saw that the cassock seemed to be filled with countless small words.

Lin Zhennan quickly unfolded his robes, focused his eyes on the robes, and his face was as scared as if he was earthy.

The first magic trick in the sword book was: "The martial arts world is the best, and you can castrate yourself by wielding your sword!"

When Lin Shu saw Lin Zhennan's expression, he knew that it was really right.

Lin Zhennan held the cassock and looked ten lines at a glance, his face became more and more serious, as if water was about to drip out.

Just as Lin Shu waited a little impatiently, Lin Zhennan sighed a long sigh.

"Dad, what's wrong? But the sword score is wrong?" Lin Shu asked anxiously.

Lin Zhennan waved his head weakly and said with a wry smile: "Ping'er, you're going to be disappointed. This sword score is probably not so easy to practice."

“Why?”

Lin Zhennan handed the robe in his hand to Lin Shu and said, "You can take a look at it yourself."

Lin Shu has made a sword score, but it was indeed unexpected. The prerequisite for practicing the sword score is to lose all his descendants.

He pretended to be shocked and shouted, "How is this possible! Great-grandfather has also practiced this sword score, isn't it still..."

"I'm afraid your grandfather and grandfather are not the descendants of Yuantu Gong, but adopted sons to cover up their eyes and ears." Lin Zhennan seemed a little depressed.

"This...is not necessarily. It may be the sword score that the great-grandfather practiced after marrying his wife and having children?" Lin Shu comforted.

"Do you know why the sword score was copied on this robe? It's just because Mr. Yuantu was originally a monk, and the Buddhist temple in his ancestral house was also because of this."

"You must be puzzled how I know, it's all written behind the cassock." Lin Zhennan smiled miserably.

"Mr. Yuantu practiced this sword technique before returning to secular life. How could he give birth to two children after returning to secular life?"

Lin Zhennan fought for the Lin family and the Fuwei Escort Agency all his life. His life was over fifty years old. He was suddenly told that his father was not born by his grandfather. How did he accept this?

Lin Shu stepped forward and comforted him: "Even if the great-grandfather has no children, your blood relationship with your grandfather is not fake. My blood relationship cannot be fake. Isn't that enough?"

Lin Zhennan was silent for a long time and said with a wry smile: "Your father has lived so much, but he is not as thorough as you, a kid. It's really a waste of time."

"Forget it. Since the thing has been found, let's go back first. Don't let your mother wait in a hurry. Go back to study the sword score. Don't practice the above skills secretly!"

Lin Zhennan glared at Lin Shu, blew out the candle and walked out.

Lin Shu put out the candle and followed quickly.
Chapter completed!