Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Lin Qing followed the ostentatious monk to the backyard garden.

The monk walked there with his shiny head on his head, and Lin Qing used the wind-hiding technique to hide in the night wind.

The two of them walked into the back garden. It was so quiet that even the night wind disappeared.

Lin Qing's figure appeared for a moment in the night, and he immediately used his skills to hide in the shadow of the wall.

The monk continued to walk forward steadily, while transmitting a message to Lin Qing:

"I came to the back garden during the day and saw all kinds of flowers blooming brilliantly, both seasonal and non-seasonal flowers blooming enthusiastically."

Lin Qing moved a little closer to a cluster of flowers, and all the flowers in the cluster drooped their heads.

Lin Qing looked at the other flowers around him, and found that they all had flower disks hanging down in the moonlight. The direction the flowers were facing was... a broad and lush banyan tree.

The leaves swayed, and there was a fine rustling sound...

The direction the monk was going was also the direction of the banyan tree.

The white monk in a golden robe walked towards the banyan tree step by step in the moonlight, neither hurried nor slow, until he stopped in front of the tree.

"Mr. Lin, you..." The monk was about to send a message but was interrupted by a small exclamation.

"Blacksmith!" A young man's voice, anxious and angry, sounded from behind the tree.

The monk's calm figure froze, and he smiled and said, "Why is the young city lord here?"

Behind the sturdy banyan tree, a thin young man stepped out, took two or three quick steps, grabbed the monk and walked towards the garden gate.

"Blacksmith, why are you here?" The low voice was full of surprise and anxiety.

Seeing this, Lin Qing was thinking about whether to stay and observe the banyan tree or follow the monk, but the monk had already made his choice.

The monk brushed away the boy's hand, smoothed his sleeves that had just been wrinkled, and said calmly: "I was invited by the city lord's wife to come into the mansion to exorcise evil spirits."

The young man looked him up and down and sneered, "Don't think you are a monk just because you put on the robes. You are obviously a blacksmith."

"A monk does not tell lies. A genuine monk is called Pure Heart."

The young man still didn't believe it, "Come out with me, I will take you to the lady to confront her and expose your identity as a fake monk."

The boy's voice was still low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

The monk looked at him with amusement, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I have something important to do today, let's face off tomorrow."

The young man grabbed his sleeve and said hastily: "No, you must come with me tonight!"

Seeing that they were going to struggle for a while, Lin Qing turned around and leaped towards the banyan tree along the shadow.

But halfway through the journey he was suddenly stopped by a voice from the garden gate.

"Little brother, please stay."

Lin Qing stopped and hid in the darkness without moving.

The two people who were pulling each other were startled when they heard this and looked back.

The young man turned around to look at Lin Qing, and the monk turned around to look at the city lord's wife who was standing at the garden gate.

Under the white semi-arched door, the city lord's wife's face was too pale. Under the faint moonlight, her black hair and pupils appeared as black as ink.

She was wearing a white dress, just like a lady in an ink painting with only black and white colors.

"Young man, since you are here, please take a seat." The city lord's wife stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Lin Qing turned around and confirmed that the city lord's wife had really discovered him, so he had to reveal himself in the darkness.

At this moment, he was still dressed as a martial arts knight, with his somewhat messy hair tied up casually on top of his head with a green cloth strip, a green shorts, a strong physique, a broad face and square cheeks, a very ordinary and common man in the martial arts world.

"In that case, sorry to bother you." Lin Qing bowed.

"Please." The city lord's wife gestured with her hand.

Lin Qing walked out of the back garden.

The city lord's wife looked back at the monk and said, "Master, please take your seat as well."

The monk smiled and nodded, "Madam, please go first."

"Master is an honored guest, please go first."

"Okay." The monk was the second one to leave the back garden.

The young man muttered as he walked towards the door: "Madam, don't be fooled by him. He is a fake monk and a real blacksmith."

The mayor's wife glared at him lightly, then pulled his arm and pushed his back to walk outside. "Nonsense, the master is a man of real ability."

The boy still refused to accept the news, "What I said is true. I saw him in the blacksmith shop."

The city lord's wife asked suspiciously, "Why are you going to the blacksmith shop?"

The boy paused, scratched the back of his head and quickly changed the subject: "Hey, let me go see if everything for the dinner is ready."

After saying that, he ran away as if his butt was on fire.

The city lord's wife watched him run away with a smile on her face. When she was about to walk out of the courtyard, she turned her head slightly, glanced at the banyan tree out of the corner of her eye, and then walked out quickly.

"Someone is coming."

"Madam, the servant is here."

"The garden was just fertilized at night. The smell is unpleasant and may disturb our guests. From today on, the garden is closed to visitors."

"Yes."

"You two, guard the door. No one is allowed to enter the garden at night."

"The slave obeys."

After Lin Qing came out and walked for a while, he didn't know where to go. As soon as he entered the City Lord's Mansion, he was met by a monk, who took him directly to the back garden. He didn't visit other places.

Fortunately, the monk caught up again and said, "Donor, let's go together."

Lin Qing nodded coldly and walked side by side with the monk.

After a while, the young man also ran over, wanting to put his arm around one of the men's shoulders and act like they were good brothers.

Unfortunately, his height was limited, and the two men were both tall, making him look like a teapot hanging in the middle.

The boy muttered and put down his hands, and then he pulled one of his sleeves, "You two, follow me."

After that, he lowered his voice and threatened: "Fake monk, you'd better pretend. My father has a bad temper. If you are found out, you will never see the sun tomorrow."

The monk smiled and looked at the sky, pinched his fingers a few times, and said with a smile: "There will be no sun tomorrow, and it will rain tomorrow."

The young man choked and whispered, "Fake monk, when you get to the banquet hall later, you should act like this. It's quite decent."

After a pause, he added, "But don't be too pretentious. It will be very troublesome if you can't get back on track. I tell you, I won't help you when the time comes."

The monk smiled faintly and said nothing.

Even when he put on his robes, he still had to remain respectable and not punch anyone.

Punching people is a blacksmith's job? It's a pure heart's job.

Monks nowadays? Jingxin can’t be so rude.

Seeing him smiling, the young man thought that he must have heard it, so he turned to look at the square-faced burly man.

Lin Qing looked at the scenery and direction in the City Lord's Mansion with confidence, not feeling unfamiliar at all.

It fits the young man's imagination of a knight.

The young man whispered to Lin Qing: "Knight, if you have any questions later, feel free to ask me. Let's be friends."

The monk smiled faintly: "Young City Lord, why do you favor one over the other?"

The young man curled his lips, "You are a fake monk, you are not worthy of being my friend."