Chapter 172

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　　Lin Wen stretched out his hand and pointed at the gate.
　　Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and couldn’t help but exclaim.
　　’My God, it’s a tiger skin！’
　　I saw two servants carefully carrying a white tiger skin and coming in from the door.
Old Man Lin’s eyes burst suddenly out with a fine light. and the whole person excitedly stood up from the armchair and beckoned to the two servants, ‘Come forward.’
　　The two servants quickened their pace and came to the front of Old Man Lin.
　　Old Man Lin carefully looked at the tiger skin and then reached out to touch it. He asked Lin Wen, “What kind of tiger is this？”
　　”Grandpa, this is a Siberian tiger,” Lin Wen said respectfully.
　　Old Man Lin then said, “A few days ago, I heard your father say that you killed a tiger in Siberia. Is this the one？”
　　”Yes,” Lin Wen said. “Some time ago, we were on a mission in Siberia. This tiger suddenly jumped out of the forest, more than one person tall. I was really scared at that time.”
　　”I heard that you killed it with your fists? Don’t you have a gun? Why didn’t you use it? This is too dangerous.”
　　Old Man Lin’s words were full of concern.
　　Lin Wen said, “At that time, I really wanted to shoot it dead. But after thinking about it, it was a beast. Shooting it dead with one shot was a bit unfair to it. So I decided to give it a fair chance to fight.”
　　”This tiger was very fierce. It fought with me for half an hour before I killed it.”
　　”Grandpa, later I will ask someone to make a tiger skin coat for you with this tiger skin. What do you think？”
“Good!” Old Man Lin readily agreed and pulled Lin Wen’s hand, laughing and saying, “Killing a fierce tiger with two fists. No wonder he’s my son of the Lin family. good, very good!
　　On the other side, Lin Jun was a little unhappy.
　　Seeing how enthusiastic Old Man Lin was towards Lin Wen, he felt as if he had eaten a lemon, and his heart was sour.
　　At this time, Lin Liguo walked forward with his wife, Li Muqing.
　　“Father, this is a gift prepared by Muqing for you. I wish you good health forever.”
　　As Lin Liguo spoke, he handed a long box in his hand to Old Man Lin.
　　Old Man Lin gave a wink, and Lin San took the box.
　　“Father, open it and take a look. Let us also see what big brother gave you.” Lin Liben said with a smile.
　　Lin Limin followed and said, “Father, this is big brother’s filial piety. You should take a look.”
　　“Grandpa, I’m also very curious about what good thing uncle gave you.” Lin Jun said.
　　“Alright！”
　　Old Man Lin ordered, “Lin San, open it and show it to everyone.”
　　“Yes.”
　　Lin San responded and opened the box. There was a scroll inside.
　　Gently spreading it out, a picture of Manjusri Bodhisattva appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.
In the painting, Manjusri Bodhisattva was sitting on a fierce lion, holding a sword in one hand and a scripture in the other.
　　It was vivid and lifelike.
　　Lin Ling said disdainfully, “It’s just a painting. What’s so strange about it.”
　　“Huh？” Lin San suddenly found a line of small words in the lower left corner of the painting. After a quick glance, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he said, “Master, this is a genuine work of Wu Daozi.”
　　What！
　　The complexions of everyone present changed.
　　Lin Ling didn’t understand and asked, “Who is Wu Daozi？”
　　As soon as these words came out, all eyes fell on Lin Ling, as if looking at a fool.
　　”Why are you all looking at me？” Lin Ling asked in confusion.
　　”If you have no culture, don’t open your mouth.” Lin Limin said unhappily, “Wu Daozi was a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty and was known as the Sage of Painting.”
　　Although Lin Ling was stupid, when she heard the words “Sage of Painting”, she also understood a little.
　　Since ancient times, those who can be called “sages” are all awesome figures, such as the Supreme Sage Confucius, the Sage of Wine Du Kang, the Sage of Poetry Du Fu, the Sage of Medicine Zhang Zhongjing, the Sage of Calligraphy Wang Xizhi, the Martial Sage Guan Yu, the Sword Saint Pei Min…
　　All of them are great figures who will be remembered throughout the ages.
　　At the same time, they also represent the highest peaks in their respective fields.
　　”I didn’t expect that big brother actually got the authentic work of Wu Daozi, and it’s still the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva. Amazing.”
　　Lin　Limin　exclaimed.
　　As we all know, Wu Daozi could paint everything, but he was best at Buddhist and Taoist figures, ghosts and gods, and human figures.
　　It can be said that this painting is a fine work of Wu Daozi.
　　Its value is inestimable.
“Muqing has a heart.” Old Man Lin pushed out a smile at Li Muqing and then asked Lin San to put away the painting.
　　”Sister Lin, did you prepare a birthday gift for the old man？” Ye Qiu asked in a low voice.
　　Lin Jingzhi said delicately, “I came back to attend the birthday banquet, which is already giving him a lot of face. He still wants a gift? No way.”
　　When Ye Qiu heard this, he thought something bad was going to happen！
　　Neither he nor Lin Jingzhi had prepared a gift. What should they do later？
　　After all, everyone else had given gifts, and only the two of them were left.
　　Lin Jingzhi saw Ye Qiu’s worry and said, “How about I give Grandpa a red envelope of one thousand yuan？”
　　”No, never. If you really do that, it won’t be a birthday celebration but a disturbance.” Ye Qiu hurriedly dissuaded.
　　”Look at how scared you are. I was just joking.”
　　Just then, Lin Ling’s voice came over： “Lin Jingzhi, everyone has given Grandpa a gift. Why don’t you give Grandpa a gift？”
　　”Didn’t you prepare a gift？”
　　”Lin Jingzhi, it’s not that I’m talking about you. You’re really too unfilial. You’ve been away for a few years and didn’t come back. You don’t even give a gift on Grandpa’s birthday…”
　　”Who said Sister Lin didn’t prepare a gift? Sister Lin prepared a gift long ago.” Ye Qiu stepped forward and said politely to Old Man Lin： “Hello, Mr. Lin. I’m Ye Qiu. This is the birthday gift that Sister Lin and I carefully prepared for you.”
　　Ye Qiu took out a red sandalwood box and handed it to Old Man Lin.
Lin Jingzhi was looked completely stunned. When did Ye Qiu prepare a gift?
　　Subconsciously looking at Lin Liguo and Li Muqing, she thought it was prepared by her parents. However, both Lin Liguo and Li Muqing slightly shook their heads.
　　Not them？
　　Lin Jingzhi felt even more strange. Could it be that Ye Qiu had prepared the gift long ago and didn’t tell me？
　　How could she know that Ye Qiu had no choice but to take out this thing. Otherwise, not only would it make people laugh, but Lin Jingzhi would also be labeled as unfilial.
　　”What’s inside？” Old Lin didn’t reach out to take the box and asked softly.
　　”It’s a treasure.” Ye Qiu replied with a smile.
　　”What exactly is it？”
　　When Old Lin asked this sentence, a strong coercion suddenly emanated from his body, and his eyes were like sharp swords staring at Ye Qiu, stabbing directly into people’s hearts.
　　Who knew that Ye Qiu, as if he didn’t feel this coercion, instead smiled and said, “If you want to know what’s inside, just open it and take a look.”
　　Old Lin was a little surprised. He didn’t expect Ye Qiu not to be afraid of his majesty. He took a deep look at Ye Qiu and grabbed the wooden box.
　　Instantly, the people around also stretched their necks, wanting to see what good thing was in the wooden box.
　　Old Lin opened the wooden box.
　　He found that there was a bead the size of an egg lying inside the wooden box. The surface was smooth, and the color was white but not white. It was neither a pearl nor a stone.
　　The crowd was suddenly disappointed.
　　Is this also called a treasure？
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