Qiu Ping didn't know that the water he bathed in in the Paradise was the water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
It can wash away the red dust, make the whole body pure, and eliminate all kinds of bad karma.
And the monk's whirling golden bowl contains whirling aura. If any practitioner is held by it, the whirling aura will pull out the earthly obstacles in their body, such as old age, illness, death, or suffering. , it is difficult for all sentient beings to escape.
But Qiu Ping had just taken a bath in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and drank to his fill, so the whirling aura was of no use to him.
As soon as Qiu Ping's thoughts changed, the golden bowl floated in front of him.
He quietly operated the [Eight-Armed Maha Seal Technique], and in an instant, a force of attraction came from the golden bowl, which was many times stronger than the string of Buddhist beads snatched from Bai San'er.
Qiu Ping was immediately ecstatic.
Sure enough, this method still relies on some Buddhist items to speed up the practice.
Compared with the string of Buddhist beads, this golden bowl is much more precious. He estimated that this thing might be enough to support him to enter the third level.
"Although this trip is thrilling, it is not a loss. In the next period of time, I have to work hard to digest the recent gains."
Qiu Ping has had a lot of opportunities recently, and he needs to settle down.
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"My poor big brother, you died so miserably." Not far from Luohan Temple, the shrew piled a small earth bag, lay on it and cried loudly.
It's just that this earthen bag is too small. It can bury the shrew himself in it at most, but it may not be enough to bury Qiu Ping.
"Didn't these damn monks just take some of your fruit? How about beating people to death? Besides, the entire Huangzhong Mountain is my land. Isn't it natural for me to charge you some rent?" The shrew cried. There was a roar, and he kept cursing at the monks in the temple.
I finally got a flattering younger brother, so why is he gone?
"Snapped."
He was crying and feeling sad when suddenly a jujube fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head.
Even though it was a mountain jujube, it was still bigger than his head.
"My short-lived brother..." The shrew howled with snot and tears, and took a few bites on the jujube, slurring his mouth.
"Crack."
Several jujubes were smashed down in succession, each one hitting the shrew's head accurately.
The shrew was immediately annoyed. Who was so blind that he didn't see that he was crying in mourning?
When he looked up, he saw a black boy with two fleshy whiskers sitting on a branch nearby, holding a handful of jujubes in his hand and shaking his legs.
"You... big man, you're not dead, great!" The shrew rubbed his eyes, and after making sure he saw it correctly, he climbed up the tree, jumped directly onto Qiu Ping, and hugged him. Don't let go.
Qiu Ping was so disgusted that he pinched it. This rat spirit had drool and snot on his face, so he probably didn't want to take the opportunity to rub it on himself.
"Big man, listen to my quibbles...I didn't abandon you on purpose, you didn't catch my tail. Next time we run for our lives, remember to hold on tighter." A flattering smile appeared on the shrew's face, and he tried He hugged Qiu Ping's shoulders to show his closeness, but his claws were too short, so he could only sit on him.
"It's okay to forgive you, but you have to give me some benefits. It doesn't have to be too much, just give me a hundred and eighty kilograms of spiritual fruit, or some spiritual minerals, elixirs, etc. I won't choose." Qiu Ping picked up a jujube and started to bite it.
The taste of wild dates is not very good, a bit sour.
"Ah... that... big brother, if I had spiritual fruit, why would I go to the monk temple to pick it?" The shrew opened his mouth, and the smile on his face immediately became forced.
"Lord Mountain God, you don't want the City God to know about your lie to me about going to Luohan Temple." The smile on his face moved to Qiu Ping's face.
The shrew's eyes were wandering and flickering.
He was hesitating whether to silence or bleed.
On one side are the brothers, relatives and friends with whom he is "always inseparable", and on the other side is the spiritual fruit that he has hidden for a long time.
It’s really hard to choose.
"Can you please have a little less?" The shrew was a little shy, and the soles of its feet drew circles one after another on Qiu Ping's shoulders.
"Okay, just give me nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds of spiritual fruit."
Originally, the first half of Qiu Ping's sentence made the shrew ecstatic, but the second half immediately made him want to go up and tear this black boy's greedy face apart.
In the end, Shrew chose to compromise.
With a sad face, he took out several hundred spiritual fruits from his small treasury. Although it only accounted for less than one-tenth of his treasury, it was enough to make him feel like he was mourning his heir.
At least when he cried for Qiu Ping before, he didn't cry so sadly.
Qiu Ping reached out to take the package of spiritual fruits, but saw the shrew clinging to the furoshiki with its claws and refusing to let go.
"Then let's go visit home when you have time."
"Pah." Qiu Ping tugged hard, then put the package on his shoulders and left the mountain temple in a swagger.
Even if you walk far away, you can still hear the cry of shrews.
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Qiu Ping plunged into the cold pool next to him. After entering the water, he transformed into a big black loach, holding the big package in his mouth.
Well, I have to tidy up the scale space recently, because it has filled too much water from the lotus pond, and now it is full.
Qiu Ping entered the underground river along the pond, and it was smooth all the way back to the ancient well.
"It's better to be comfortable at home."
Qiu Ping casually took out a spiritual fruit from the package, bit it in one bite, and then lay happily on the ore in the room.
He has never been an adventurous person. If he could be a salty fish and his strength could steadily increase by paddling every day, that would be the best thing.
The existing resources in his temple are enough for him to practice for a long time.
At least before the [Holy Fetus] is condensed, there is no need to worry too much about the issue of resources.
"Oh, can you do it? Why are you working so hard?" Qiu Ping was about to catch up on his sleep when he suddenly heard muttering outside.
At the entrance of the temple, Qiu Yi, Qiu Er, Qiu San and red-shell crabs were gathering together.
They were holding a pile of snail shells and fish bones, and seemed to be piecing together something. From time to time, they could hear red-shell crabs shouting.
Qiu Ping looked at the thing they put together, and it looked a bit like a lantern.
Just a bit too ugly.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, you guys are so stupid!" The red-shell crab snatched the shell from Qiu San's hand.
"What are you doing?" Qiu Ping walked out from behind the crab, suddenly frightening him.
The red-shell crab looked a little unnatural, as if it wanted to hide its shell.
"Your Majesty... I... I heard someone said that the Lantern Festival will be in two days. I saw some people setting up lanterns in the village, so I thought we should get some lanterns to join in the fun." Qiu Yi can now speak fluently, but Occasionally there will be some stuttering.
