The Great Tang Dynasty: Heavenly Official Bestows Blessings, Starting with a Little Rhinoceros Offer

Golden clouds?

Jiang Lin was stunned, blinked, and looked again.

Yes, it was a dazzling golden color.

It is not the gold rendered by the afterglow of the setting sun, but a pure and brilliant color.

This was the first time Jiang Lin had seen this color of aura since he acquired the ability to observe qi.

For ordinary people, luck is mostly white, representing a plain and uneventful life.

Those with a little bit of luck will have a light red hue.

If the person is extremely wealthy and powerful, the color will be purple.

But now, regarding this golden color, Jiang Lin could only speculate in his heart.

It's a color that should only be seen by someone of a certain status or position.

Moreover, within these golden clouds, a dragon could be faintly seen coiling and spitting out its breath.

This little guy's identity is definitely not simple.

Jiang Lin's curiosity was now fully piqued.

He slowly reached out and his fingertips gently touched the little boy's collar.

Unlike fabrics produced on factory assembly lines, it has an extremely delicate feel.

"Little Nangjun?"

The little girl did not flinch at the sudden contact.

She simply tilted her head curiously, the two buns on her head swaying gently with her movement.

His earnest face was reflected in my eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Lin stood still, seemingly motionless.

In reality, his mind had already sunk into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Let's get to the root of the problem and launch an operation!

In an instant, countless images flashed through Jiang Lin's mind.

Like a slideshow, it began to flash by rapidly.

The first thing he saw was a vast expanse of mulberry fields.

Under the spring sunshine, countless silkworm farmers are picking the tenderest mulberry leaves.

The scene shifts to a huge weaving workshop, where the sound of looms echoes.

Next, I saw the craftsmen, dressed in simple, ancient clothing, their expressions focused and devout.

Every single thread has been carefully selected.

Every step of the process embodies countless hours of hard work.

It wasn't produced on a modern industrial assembly line, but by top-notch craftsmen.

These are works of art, woven bit by bit by skillful hands.

From weaving to embroidery to printing and dyeing.

The intricate cloud patterns and exquisite lace all exude sophistication and luxury.

The scene continues, showing the fabrics being respectfully delivered into a magnificent palace.

There, the personal tailor had been waiting for a long time.

Taking measurements, cutting, and sewing.

The stitches are fine and seamless.

Finally, there was an extremely rigorous review.

Several palace maids, holding rulers, repeatedly compared the finished garment with the actual garment.

The materials and craftsmanship were confirmed, and the form and shape fully conformed to the etiquette system without the slightest error.

The garment was carefully folded and sent to its owner.

The scene abruptly ends there.

Jiang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock and complex emotions.

Look at this adorable little guy in front of me.

My guesses are pretty much complete.

The people in the video just now, both in their clothing and the architectural style of the surrounding buildings, are completely different from those in modern society.

That rustic charm is something that no film or television drama can imitate.

If we trace the origins correctly, then these clothes clearly do not belong to this era.

Then he looked at the little cutie, who still looked at him with adorable eyes.

No wonder the little guy didn't know so many common sense things just now.

Looking at it now, it's very likely that the other party doesn't belong to this era either.

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"Little Nangjun?"

The little boy saw Jiang Lin and kept staring at his clothes, which puzzled him.

She stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Why aren't you posting anymore?

"Is...Sizi's clothes dirty?"

As she spoke, she looked down at the hem of her skirt.

I was afraid that while I was eating the persimmons, I might have spilled the delicious white frost onto my clothes.

Jiang Lin's heart softened at the sight of her cautious demeanor.

He concealed the surprise in his eyes and revealed a gentle smile.

He reached out and pinched her rosy little face.

It feels so good, like a freshly peeled egg, so smooth and tender.

"No, the clothes are very clean and beautiful."

Jiang Lin said softly, and the little boy immediately became happy upon hearing this.

"Giggle giggle!"

Then she let out a string of silvery laughter, though her voice was somewhat muffled because her cheeks were being pinched.

But those eyes, which smiled into crescent moons, were filled with pure joy.

Jiang Linsong released his hand and looked at the adorable little child who seemed to be from ancient times.

The doubts in my heart were not completely resolved.

The clothes are from ancient times, and the people are from ancient times.

But this also cannot explain why it would transcend time and appear in this Sanguan Temple.

"Little guy."

Jiang Lin asked softly.

"Could you tell me what you were doing before you came here?"

Upon hearing that it was serious business, the little boy stopped giggling.

Tilting her little head, she tried hard to remember.

He tapped his two index fingers in front of him, as if organizing his thoughts.

"Um..."

"The rhinoceros is sleeping."

The little guy spoke in a childish, babyish voice.

"Then..."

"Then it sounded like a voice was talking to Sizi."

Jiang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he continued to press for answers.

"What did you say?"

The little boy blinked his eyes, mimicking the tone of that voice.

It asked the rhinoceros, "Do you want to become a disciple of a deity?"

"Would you like to get healthier so you don't have to drink bitter medicine anymore?"

The mention of the bitter medicine caused the other person's face to scrunch up immediately.

It's obvious that he takes a lot of medicine regularly.

That psychological trauma, even in her memories, still makes her uncomfortable.

"So, what was your answer?"

"Of course, Sizi agreed!"

The little cutie proudly puffed out her chest.

"Gods must be incredibly powerful!"

"And then... the little rhinoceros darted here in a flash!"

After she finished speaking, she gestured with her hand.

Although the actions are exaggerated, the logic is very clear.

In my sleep, I was guided by a voice.

Becoming an apprentice... and time travel!

Jiang Lin subconsciously touched his brow.

That place is where the consciousness of the Three Officials Xuanzhang resides.

Could it be because of this book?

But just then, the little girl seemed to realize something.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

"Little Nangjun..."

"Are you that deity?"

Jiang Lin was slightly taken aback; this question was a bit difficult to answer.

If I were to admit I'm a deity, I'd just be a lowly Taoist priest right now.

In this era of depleted spiritual energy, it is impossible to attain immortality.

But if he doesn't, he possesses the Three Officials Mysterious Chapter, which allows him to use various magical techniques.

For ordinary people, what's the difference between this and being a deity?

Just as Jiang Lin was still struggling to find the right words, the little boy loosened his grip on the hem of her clothes and put his two little hands together.

Although his posture wasn't quite right, his expression was unusually serious.

He bowed deeply to Jiang Lin.

The two buns on her head were facing Jiang Lin.

It was a childish voice, yet it was incredibly earnest.

"Master!"

The moment that Shi Hu uttered those words, Jiang Lin felt a clear sound resonate within his sea of ​​consciousness.

The three Xuanzhang statues, which had been silently suspended, suddenly shone brightly.