Time passed slowly and everything was calm. Probably because he was afraid of being beaten, Daolong did not lead the dark killers in a sneak attack this time. After the medicinal ingredients were burned, the host looked at Luke on the stone bed with expectant eyes. After a while, Luke's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes. His whole face was flushed, and his face turned redder when he saw a large group of people surrounding him. Luke:〃〃 There was a sense of embarrassment as if watching a reed and being discovered by a large group of relatives who surrounded him and denounced him. It was really embarrassing, especially since he was still a kind-faced person and not thick-skinned. It was even more embarrassing! "Great leader, your memory has been restored, right?" The host asked tentatively. "That's right." Luke nodded seriously, "Where are my walking stick and cute yak?"
Hearing the words "cane" and "yak", the host looked surprised. This is the real Saint Seiya! He clapped his hands, and several monks held a simple walking stick and led a yak. Luke took the cane and felt the powerful righteous magic in it, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little. The host said respectfully: "Please ride on the yak, it has been waiting for you for a long, long time." The yak stared at Luke very humanely, and after a moment showed disappointment. It is also a magical creature that has lived for more than a thousand years. It can distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts, distinguish the strength of strength, and can also recognize its own master. . The person in front of him can be considered kind. He has a strong aura of justice and abundant magic power around him. He also has a nice smell that reminds him of the smell of nature. He doesn't hate it and even likes it a little. But this man is not its owner. The yak didn't move, just lowered its head. "this……" The host looked a little confused at the stubborn yak. Bai Qi's guidance was unmistakable. The Saint was in that antique shop, and Luke's magic and power were powerful, meeting the standards of a Saint. After the awakening ceremony, he accurately said "cane" and "yak". There is no mistaking his identity. The person is good, but the cow is naturally at fault. "Yak, have you forgotten your great master?" "Moo~" The yak exhaled two heavy breaths from its nostrils and remained unmoved. The host was a little angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. "Don't do this to me." Lu Ke stopped presiding and looked at Xiaoyu, who looked a little unhappy being stopped by the monks not far away. He smiled at Xiaoyu and stretched out his hand, "Xiaoyu, can you sit on the yak with me?" "I, you mean me?" Xiaoyu's eyes burst with joy. She looked at the two monks who stopped her and snorted, "Did you hear that? The great saint has invited me to ride on the yak with him. Why don't you put your hands down!"
Monk, look at me and I look at you. He reluctantly let go of his hand and let Xiaoyu in. The yak's eyes paused for a moment after seeing Xiaoyu, and then returned to Luke, as if judging the relationship between the two. After a while, it lowered its body without saying a word. The host exclaimed: "Oh, the yak recognized his owner!" Lu Ke smiled and dragged Xiaoyu to sit on the yak. Then he saw that the yak was about to get up. He took the time to sit on it too, raising his cane high. "Long live the Saint!" I don’t know who shouted that sentence, and the voices in the temple began to rise and fall one after another. "Long live the Saint!" "Long live the Saint!" … Amidst the shouts of this group of fanatical Saint Seiya followers, the white energy invisible to ordinary people surged in Luke's body. He felt that he had become more consistent with the world, and his mind had become more flexible. The incompatible magic in his mind was quickly translated as if it had been patched, and some were merged with the magic of this world. A level up. His magic power has increased a lot, and at the same time, some of the magic spells that were still being imagined have new ideas. Through the lines of cause and effect, Luke can feel that his luck has become very good. Yes, this trip was not in vain. "Luke." Xiaoyu, who was sitting in front, turned sideways and stared at Luke. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Are you still you? I mean, do you think you are Luke or a Saint?" "Are you worried that I will become a different person after awakening my thousand-year memory?" Lu Ke raised his eyebrows, guessing Xiaoyu's thoughts. "Yes, your memory is not even one percent of what it was in more than a thousand years. If you suddenly think of so many things, won't you change?" Xiaoyu asked seriously. "Do you think there's any change in me now?" Luke asked with a smile. "No." Xiaoyu stared at Luke for a while, then she relaxed and leaned into Luke's arms and whispered softly: "Daddy can't tell me if I fall in love prematurely. How old do you think it is to fall in love early?" "At least you have to be an adult, eighteen years old." Xiaoyu counted on her fingers and said in disbelief, "That means I still have to wait seven years!" "Yes." The two of them walked around the hall three times on the yak. It wasn't until Xiaoyu whispered to her that the back of the yak was a bit harsh on the buttocks that Lu Ke took her down. "Great Saint, please stay and continue to guide us." After the celebration, the host stepped forward with a pious expression and asked. "No, I need to go back to San Francisco and go to school."
Luke politely refused. "ah?" The host was a little at a loss, "You want to go to school? Great Saint Seiya, do you still need to go to school?" "My body in this life is less than twelve years old, and my compulsory education has not been completed yet. Of course I have to go to school." The host stuttered a little: "But you are a great saint, you should save the world." "I will save the world, and it doesn't conflict with going to school." Lu Ke said earnestly. "Don't you know that there are many elementary school students, middle school students and high school students in the world who are saving the world while going to school, and you may not believe it, but my seat is in the second to last row by the window." The host looked embarrassed and a little at a loss: "Great Saint Seiya, your words are too profound and mysterious, I really can't understand them." "It's okay if you don't understand. You are still far from my wisdom, so just listen to my instructions." Seeing that the host was still staring at him, Lu Ke sighed and explained. "To put it simply, the place where I studied was the center of the incident. Many disasters started there, and the black energy gathered there, so I need to go back and deal with them." "I see." The host nodded in understanding and asked again: "But, you have returned, but you are not leading us?" Luke thought for a moment, took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote down a series of numbers and handed them to the host. The host stared at the note for a while, then hesitantly said: "Great Saint, what kind of spell is this?" "My phone number." Luke took out his cell phone and waved it in front of him, "Call me if you need anything. I'll be back soon." The monks in the temple gathered together and talked a lot. After a while, the host came out as a representative and bowed to Lu Ke. "We understand. We follow your will. When you need our strength, please feel free to direct us." "I will." "One more thing." The familiar mantra came out of the host's mouth, and the father frowned, feeling that his patent had been usurped. The host smiled sheepishly: "We want to shake hands with you and hope you can agree." Saints can be reincarnated, but followers are passed down from generation to generation. There are many young monks here who have inherited the mantles from their parents. They have admired Saints since they were young, but they have never been able to meet them as they wished. "no problem." Lu Ke smiled and shook hands with his followers like a star holding hands. After everything was over, he said goodbye to his father Xiaoyu. After the three people left, a celebration party was held in the temple. The lights were bright and the crowd was noisy until very late when the monks stopped. Late at night, two shadows flashed past under the candlelight.
The two Feng Shui masters who rarely spoke during the trip walked into the host's room side by side, and saw the host who also did not take a break, but frowned and thought about something. The two Feng Shui masters considered their words and asked questions one by one. "Host, do you think that boy is really a Saint? The yak was unwilling to bend down when it saw him at first." "It wasn't until another girl came out that she was willing to bow her head. We felt that that girl was the one we were looking for." The host, who was originally frowning, relaxed his brows after hearing their speeches. After a long sigh, he smiled helplessly. "Your doubts are correct, but you ignore the essence of the problem." He spoke softly: "That boy has powerful magic power and unique methods, and the world always needs a Saint. We all shook hands happily at the end, didn't we?" The two Feng Shui masters frowned and thought for a moment, then broke into a cold sweat behind their backs. If the boy with great power cannot become a saint and becomes angry and commits crimes, what can a temple with weak frontal combat capabilities do to stop him? And even if he doesn't make a fuss, the news of retrieving the Saint Seiya has already spread all over the world, and the believers in the town have recognized it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say that he has found a fake one now? The temple's reputation rested entirely on the support of the saints. Once its reputation became bad, it would naturally collapse. The two looked at each other and sighed secretly. Otherwise, they would not be able to serve as hosts. It would be really difficult to maintain the continuation of the temple if they don't understand the ways of the world! … The dad on the road was very unhappy, "The host stole dad's lines." Xiaoyu spread her hands: "He should just talk casually." "Hmph, Dad doesn't believe it. He must be jealous that Dad has taught such a good disciple and is also a Saint Seiya." Dad snorted, "One more thing. District 13 called to say that Jackie Chan was released." Luke nodded: "Oh, that's great!" "One more thing, the traces of the rat talisman were found a few days ago, but because Jackie Chan was imprisoned and your awakening was delayed, we must seize the time to get the talisman before the mafia." "Okay, sir." Luke's eyes lit up. The rat charm that turned silence into movement was quite powerful. It could give life to dead objects and maintain their original abilities. Apart from the upper limit of its power, it was very useful in all aspects. "One more thing, Dad wants to drink hand-ground coffee!" Lu Ke smiled helplessly: "Sir, are you running out of things to say and insisting on saying 'there is one more thing'?" "This sentence is exclusive to Dad, there is one more thing, one more thing, one more thing!"