Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

The two sisters, playing in the small garden, were unaware of their parents' worries. But Yin Yin, having received her father's reassurance, felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

However, Lin Jingjing hesitated somewhat when compared to Yinyin.

"Yinyin, is learning martial arts very hard?"

After Yin Yin nodded, Lin Jingjing said worriedly, "If we practice martial arts, will we become ugly? I see a lot of martial artists who are very strong, and their arms are thicker than our waists. Will we become like that in the future?"

Yinyin blinked, actually wanting to say, "Sister, you're seven and I'm three. You should ask our parents instead of me."

But after thinking about it, she said, "No way, the people in my dreams are all normal."

Lin Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief: "Yinyin, why would you have such a dream? If it were related to me, why wasn't it me dreaming about it?"

"I don't know," Yin Yin looked innocently at her sister, her cute little voice trembling, "Because I like you, sister?"

Lin Jingjing immediately stopped asking questions, reached out and took her soft little sister's hand, a dizzy smile on her face: "I like Yinyin too."

Yinyin smiled sweetly in response, and the two sisters happily went to pick flowers together.

Seeing that his daughters were not affected, Mr. Lin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly arranged things for the next few days. The next morning, he took his wife and daughters on a horse-drawn carriage back to their hometown.

The carriage passed by the village where my hometown was located but did not stop, continuing up the mountain.

Yinyin glanced outside quietly: "Dad, Mom, aren't we going back to our hometown? We've already been there!"

"Yinyin still remembers the way?" Lin's parents were somewhat surprised.

Yinyin wasn't afraid at all, and said slowly, "I just came back for the New Year, of course I'll recognize you!"

It's still spring, only two or three months old, so it's not surprising that a child could remember it.

But Lin's parents were still very happy, and even her older sister praised her.

After praising her a few times, Lin's father said, "Yinyin, do you remember there's a Taoist temple on the mountain next to the village? Let's go there first today."

The carriage stopped in front of the mountain road, and the rest of the way, the family had to walk up on their own.

The mountain path wasn't too long, but it wasn't easy for a family with children to walk it. Yin Yin was small, so her father carried her the whole way.

When the mountain path came to an end, Yin Yin finally saw what the Taoist temple looked like.

It's called a Taoist temple, but it's just a few rooms without even a wall. There's a ginkgo tree next to it that looks at least several decades old.

Before Yinyin's family could even reach the door, a middle-aged Taoist priest came out of the temple. Upon seeing Mr. and Mrs. Lin, he smiled and said, "I heard birds chirping in the mountains this morning. It turns out that Mr. and Mrs. Lin have arrived. The two Miss Lins have grown up so much!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin's father got down to business: "I've come today to bother you with something."

The abbot nodded and first had them pay homage to the deity in the main hall before asking their purpose.

After a moment's hesitation, Lin's father said, "I have come here today because my youngest daughter dreamed that a great calamity will befall our family in a few years. She would like to ask the abbot where to turn for a solution."

The abbot then turned his attention to Yin Yin's face.

He did not adhere to the dignity of the abbot, and his words and actions made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze. Yin Yin was not afraid of him and could even look him in the eye.

After observing for a while, the abbot glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Lin a few more times before saying, "Your family is a family that has accumulated good deeds, and the young lady is quite intelligent. She gave you a warning in a dream. Mr. Lin should take it to heart."

Hearing this, Yin Yin stared at him for a while longer.

After the abbot finished speaking, he took a divination stick from the side and handed it to Mr. Lin: "Mr. Lin, please think carefully about what you want to ask before you ask."

Lin's father took the divination tube with both hands, knelt down again in front of the statue, and pressed his forehead against the tube. After a moment, he shook the tube and drew a very unlucky divination.

This time, the abbot didn't even need to retrieve the divination slips to interpret them; the whole family knew it wasn't a good outcome.

Although Lin's father looked rather grim upon seeing the fortune stick, he simply sighed and said, "Thank you for your help, Abbot."

“When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact; the cuckoo’s cry of blood urges on the world,” the abbot said with a frown. “What Master Lin is seeking is a great misfortune.”

Mr. and Mrs. Lin exchanged a glance and made up their minds.

Yinyin looked at the fortune slip, then at the fortune-telling container, and, taking advantage of her young age, asked, "Dad, can I draw a fortune slip too?"

“Of course,” the abbot said. “But you must ask sincerely before drawing a divination slip, otherwise the slip will not be accurate.”

“I’m definitely sincere,” Yin Yin said, then she first knelt down on the prayer mat, just like her father had done before, and then looked at the abbot with longing eyes.

She was adorable with bright, lively eyes. The abbot gently placed the fortune-telling tube into her hands, saying, "Miss Lin, please hold on tight."

Yinyin nodded seriously, held the divination tube and looked at it solemnly for a while before closing her eyes and shaking it.

With a crisp sound, the bamboo skewer fell to the ground.

"Wow!" Lin Jingjing couldn't help but take a step forward. "Yinyin, you got the best fortune!"

Although she didn't know if the fortune slip was accurate, Yin Yin was extremely satisfied with the result.

The abbot fetched a fortune slip for her: "The rising sun brings peace to mountains and seas. This is a very auspicious sign for Miss Lin."

Yinyin returned to her parents' side happily, and anyone could see the smugness on her face.

Lin Jingjing asked quietly, "Yinyin, what did you ask just now?"

Yinyin whispered in her ear, "Can my sister and I become top-notch masters?"

Lin Jingjing's eyes lit up, and she blushed with excitement.

After the family bid farewell to the abbot, they walked along the mountain path. Lin Jingjing even wanted to carry Yinyin on her back, but she reluctantly gave up after being stopped by her parents.

After descending the mountain path, they sat in the carriage. The carriage swayed and rocked, and Lin Jingjing, who had exhausted a lot of energy, soon fell asleep.

Seeing this, Yin Yin, though not very tired, closed her eyes and lay down as well.

Thinking that both daughters were asleep, Mr. Lin said, "Yinyin asked about martial arts and received the best fortune, but I asked about the consequences of keeping both daughters by my side and received the worst fortune."

Lin's father gave a bitter smile: "It seems that our family is not blessed with reunion."

Lin's mother leaned on his shoulder for a while before speaking: "We always draw lots at Xuanfeng Temple, but it's not always accurate. Why don't we try looking elsewhere?"

Lin's father gently patted her shoulder, but did not echo his words.

If it were merely Yin Yin's dream, or just looking at the fortune slip drawn today, even if Lin's father thought it was better to believe it than not, he would still harbor a sliver of hope.

But now that Yin Yin's dream and the fortune she sought have come true, Lin's father can no longer afford to be complacent.

“We all know that Xuanfeng Temple is truly efficacious, which is why we often go there. There are some accurate fortune tellings elsewhere, but there are also many that are inaccurate. Even if we get a fortune telling slip that is different from the one from Xuanfeng Temple, can we really believe it?”

Just as Madam Lin was about to speak further, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Master," the coachman's anxious voice came through, "what, what do we do now!"

Master Lin didn't understand and reached out to lift the carriage curtain.

But when he lifted the curtain and saw the person standing not far away, he stopped what he was doing.

It wasn't that he was cowardly or couldn't bear to see bloodshed; it was just that the girls opposite him, wielding swords, were clearly of extraordinary birth, judging from their attire and aura. Ordinary people like him couldn't afford to offend them and had to take a detour.

As the young ladies were looking at him, Master Lin was about to bow and say "excuse me" when he heard the man who was being suppressed by the women shout.

"Brother Lin, save me!"