The old shopkeeper smiled: "That's necessary!"

That night, Xiao Hei lay on the bed, looking at the gleam of moonlight in front of the window, feeling filled with emotions.

He felt that the things that happened after he left his brother had more impact on him than what he encountered after he reunited with his brother from the Shenlong Continent.

It seems like he grew up overnight, from the younger brother who didn't have to use his brain for anything.

He has become an older brother who has to worry about the two younger sisters in front of him all the time.

Xiao Hei, who grew up overnight, couldn't help but sigh softly and said to himself: "Is this the only way Xiao Hei can grow up?"

There are spring flowers, summer flowers and autumn flowers. How many flowers have fallen in the dream?

Xiao Hei did not wake up from his deep sleep that night. Yan'er got up early and went to play with her brother, only to find that there was a golden cocoon on her brother's bed.

Yan'er, who had never seen a silkworm cocoon before, let out a scream and called her sister. The two sisters stared at the silkworm cocoon on the bed in a daze.

I woke up the old shopkeeper and Bai Ling, but they were separated by a door and couldn't get in no matter what.

In desperation, Yan'er ran out the door, looked at the old shopkeeper and asked: "Grandpa, my brother has turned into a golden egg, what should I do?"

The old shopkeeper released his consciousness and silently watched everything in the room. Thinking about the master's arrangements, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He said to Qingqing who was in a daze in the room: "Qingqing, come out, your brother will have to sleep for not only half a year, but a year."

Bai Ling pointed at Qingqing who came out of the house and asked, "These two little guys can go in, why can't senior and I?"

The old shopkeeper laughed, pointed to the sky and said, "I don't know either, just ask him."

The old monk above the Nine Heavens sighed and said leisurely: "That wild boy back then has grown up and knows how to think about others."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said seriously: "Don't forget, he just talked nonsense and let the white fox break through the realm after hearing the truth."

The old monk thought for a while, patted the stone table in front of him and said, "This should be the result of his brother's words and deeds. What about your disciple who is cultivating Buddhism in the abyss?"
Chapter completed!