Chapter 209

This was the first time Yang Lusi had heard this name.

Yet she also had a vague impression of it, as if she had seen this name in some of her grandfather's notes.

"Mr. Zhang, what does the Human-Dust Bead have to do with my body?"

Zhang Lin poured a cup of tea for Yang Lusi, "The Human-Dust Bead can lift the curse on your grandfather's body."

"For you, it is the first step toward getting rid of your illness."

"Once you find the Human-Dust Bead, I will tell you the method to resolve the hereditary disease of the Li Li Weisi family."

"To be honest, Miss Yang, I sympathize with you quite a bit."

"Your current situation is even more arduous than your grandfather's mission, because you have two types of illnesses."

Hearing this, a look of despair appeared on Yang Lusi's face.

She still knew a thing or two about her grandfather's abilities.

Because she had received a Western education since childhood, she was not as fanatical about tomb raiding and exploration as the people of Xia.

Yang Lusi also did not know that her grandfather's identity had a significant background.

He was actually the leader of the Banshan Daoists, one of the four major tomb-raiding schools!

Such an identity, if placed in the present day, would inevitably make him an honored guest of the Xia authorities.

If even her grandfather could not accomplish that task back then, could she do it?

Yang Lusi fell into deep self-doubt.

Seeing this, Zhang Lin knew he had to persuade Yang Lusi to initiate the tomb raiding of the Ghost-Blowing Lamp's great tomb.

Only then, after his story of the Laojiu Sect was finished.

Could he continue to tell the stories of the four schools: Banshan, Xieling, Mojin, and Faqiu!

Having a great tomb to serve as an aid while he was storytelling would be even more beneficial to Zhang Lin's influence in storytelling!

"Miss Yang, actually, things are not as difficult as you imagine."

"With the Laojiu Sect as a precedent, you can completely emulate them!"

Emulate the Laojiu Sect?!

Yang Lusi fell into deep thought, and only after a long while did she say, "Mr. Zhang, do you mean for me to cooperate with the authorities?"

Zhang Lin nodded, "Of course! You have also seen the extent of Xia's support for archaeology today."

"Xia is currently in a state of nationwide archaeological fever; almost everyone with the ability is participating in archaeology."

"You already have family learning and are a descendant of the Banshan school; this is your natural advantage."

"If you were to cooperate with the authorities bringing your grandfather's notes and journals from back then, I'm afraid you would be the one calling the shots for the entire team!"

"The state would even equip you with the best and most professional team!"

"Miss Yang, back then, your grandfather, Partridge Whistle, was weak and lacked support."

"By the time the Banshan lineage reached him, there were only three people left in the sect. Do you think the odds of success for such a configuration entering major ancient tombs were high?"

"You only need to look at the Lu Shangwang tomb that the archaeological team recently entered to know how dangerous ancient tombs are."

"If the strength of the entire nation were used to do what the three Banshan members could not do back then, I do not believe there would be no harvest!"

It must be said that Zhang Lin's words were extremely seductive.

Yang Lusi was already somewhat moved.

Although she grew up abroad since childhood, having been a professor in Xia for so long, she also understood the official power of Xia.

Yang Lusi knew that if she truly revealed her identity as a descendant of the Banshan school and cooperated with the authorities.

The authorities would certainly be overjoyed and welcome her vigorously!

Thinking of this, Yang Lusi said, "Mr. Zhang, you have persuaded me!"

"Perhaps our family had been going in the wrong direction before."

"Virology cannot save us; the thing that can truly save me might just be lying in an ancient tomb."

"I wonder, Mr. Zhang, do you have any suggestions for my first tomb raid?"

Zhang Lin saw that Yang Lusi had been completely persuaded.

He stood up, went to the study to get paper and a pen, and wrote and drew on it.

Finally, he handed the item to Yang Lusi and said, "This is the place where the Human-Dust Bead is most likely to be found, based on my understanding of the Banshan lineage."

Yang Lusi picked up the piece of paper and took a look; it had the four characters "Jingjue Ancient City" written on it.

Below it was a relatively rough route map.

"Mr. Zhang, these things..."

Zhang Lin knew what she wanted to ask and said directly, "Miss Yang, I think it is better for this to come from your grandfather's notes than from the hands of a storyteller like me, don't you think?"

Yang Lusi looked at Zhang Lin and immediately understood his meaning.

Indeed, her grandfather's identity as a Banshan Daoist would naturally generate trust from the authorities.

And the notes left behind by the leader of the Banshan school would also be a treasure to the authorities!

It could be called the most precious archaeological material!

It was far more valuable and convincing than these things coming from Zhang Lin's hands!

At this moment, she heard Zhang Lin say, "Miss Yang, your grandfather was an extremely powerful person."

"As the leader of the Banshan school, he was worthy of his ethnic group and worthy of the Banshan lineage."

"Although he ultimately failed to save himself and his clansmen, the efforts he made should not be buried."

"Before long, I will tell the story of your grandfather."

"Regardless of whether you are on the road to tomb raiding at that time, or have already returned safely."

"You are welcome to come and listen to my storytelling!"

Yang Lusi also stood up and said very gratefully, "Mr. Zhang, you are very special, and also very mysterious."

"Although I do not know your true identity, or why your skills are so similar to my grandfather's."

"But I am still willing to choose to believe you, because my grandfather once mentioned a sentence."

"All Banshan in the world are one family; the Banshan Daoists have pure hearts and firm intentions."

"Since you have the skills of a Banshan Daoist, I will consider you as part of the Banshan lineage!"

"I wonder, Mr. Zhang, would you be willing if I called you Senior Brother?"

To be honest, Yang Lusi's sudden recognition of kinship made Zhang Lin somewhat surprised.

But he did possess the mastery of the Banshan Daoist Partridge Whistle's body technique, which was indeed her grandfather's.

Between them, there could be considered a bond of incense.

This "Senior Brother," Yang Lusi could call it, and he could accept it!

Therefore, Zhang Lin returned the courtesy and said, "Then this Senior Brother has met the new generation leader of the Banshan school!"

A smile appeared on Yang Lusi's face; this was the first time she had shown such a relaxed smile since she grew up.

It was not just because she had finally found a way to save herself.

Most importantly, when Zhang Lin accepted this "Senior Brother," Yang Lusi suddenly felt that she was not as alone as before.

Strictly speaking, apart from Zhang Lin, she was the only one left in the Banshan lineage.

If Partridge Whistle hadn't taught her some skills when she was young, the inheritance of Banshan would have been completely cut off long ago!

Now that she had Zhang Lin as a Senior Brother, Yang Lusi also seemed to have a backbone.

Because she had always felt in her heart that Zhang Lin was not simple at all!

I am afraid that everyone still does not know how unique Zhang Lin is.

Many people still treat him as an ordinary storyteller.

But judging from the fact that Zhang Lin could casually draw a map of the Jingjue Ancient City, his mind must contain a lot of things!

Every single one, if brought out, would be enough to be shocking!

But such a person chose to tell stories in a small theater.

Yang Lusi thought, this might be the style of a master living in seclusion from the world?

When she was young, she had heard many stories about hermits from her grandfather.

Those people were just like Zhang Lin, clearly possessing great skills, yet choosing to live in great seclusion within the city!

Her grandfather said that this was also a form of cultivation, the "Dao" of such people!

If one encounters such a master in the future, one must make friends with them well and must never offend them.

Yang Lusi kept Partridge Whistle's words firmly in mind, so from the moment they met until now, she had been very respectful to Zhang Lin.

Seeing that it was indeed getting late, Zhang Lin said to Yang Lusi, "Junior Sister, let's have dinner before you go."