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 on the outside. If any practitioner is held by it, the whirling aura will pull out the worldly obstacles outside their bodies, whether they are old, sick, dead, 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 was very full. The whirling breath 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, the power of liquid sorghum came from the golden bowl, which was many times stronger than the string of Buddhist beads snatched from Hong San'er.
Qiu Ping was immediately ecstatic.
Sure enough, this method does not require some Buddhist items to speed up its practice.
Compared with the string of Buddhist beads, the golden bowl was much more precious. He estimated that that thing might be enough to support him to enter the third level.
"Although that trip was thrilling, it was not a loss for him. He will have to spend some time in the east to digest all the recent gains."
Qiu Ping has had a lot of opportunities recently, and he needs to settle down.
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"His poor big brother, I died so miserably." Not far from Luohan Temple, the shrew piled a small earth bag, lay down on it and howled loudly.
The soil bag in Bu Nao is too small. At most, the shrew itself can be buried in it. It would be a bit awkward to bury it in Dong Qiuping.
"Those damn monks just took some of our fruits, and beat people to death? Besides, the entire Huangzhong Mountain belongs to him. Isn't it only natural for him to charge us some rent?"
I cried profusely and kept cursing at the monks in the temple.
I finally got a flattering younger brother, why is it gone now?
"Snapped."
He was crying and feeling sad when suddenly a jujube fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head.
Although it is not a jujube, it is still bigger than his head.
"His short-lived brother..." The shrew howled with snot and tears while biting the jujube on the head a few times, slurring his mouth.
"Pop."
Several jujubes were thrown at Donglai 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 walking on a branch of a tree nearby. He grabbed a handful of jujubes in his legs and was shaking his legs.
"Hey... big man, I'm not dead, that's great!" The shrew rubbed his eyes, and after making sure he saw it correctly, he climbed up the tree, jumped directly to Qiu Ping, and hugged him.
Don't loosen your legs.
Qiu Ping felt a little disgusted and pinched it up. The rat spirit had drool and snot on his face, and he was afraid that he might want to take the opportunity to rub it on himself.
"Big man, I listened to his quibbles... He didn't abandon me on purpose, or I didn't catch his tail. Let's run for our lives again. I remember to hold on tight." The shrew showed a flattering smile on his face, trying very hard.
He hugged Qiu Ping's shoulders to show his closeness, but his claws were too short, so he just walked away.
"It's okay to forgive me. Then I have to give him some benefits. It doesn't have to be too much. I can just give him a hundred and eighty kilograms of spiritual fruit, or some spiritual minerals, elixirs, etc. He won't choose."
Qiu Ping picked up a jujube and started to bite it.
The taste of wild jujube is not very good, a bit sour.
"Ah... what... big brother, if he asked for spiritual fruit, why would he go to the monk's temple to pick it?" The shrew opened his mouth, and the smile on his face immediately became forced.
"Lord Mountain God, I don't want the City God to know that I tricked him into going to Luohan Temple." The smile on his face transferred to Qiu Pingzai's face.
The shrew's eyes were wandering and flickering.
He was hesitating whether to silence or bleed.
On the one hand, he can find his siblings, relatives and friends with whom he is "always inseparable", and on the other hand, he can find the spiritual fruit that he has hidden for a long time.
It's really hard to decide.
"Then why don't you ask for 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, I'll just give him 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 tear up the greedy face of the black boy.
In the past, Shrew had chosen to compromise.
With a sad face, he took out several hundred spiritual fruits from his small treasury. Although it accounted for less than one-tenth of his treasury, it was enough to make him feel like he was mourning for his heir.
At least when he cried for Qiu Ping before, he didn't cry so sadly.
Qiu Ping stretched out his legs to take the package of spiritual fruits, but saw the shrew clinging to the furoshiki with its claws and refusing to let go.
"Then I'll visit my house when I have time."
"Pa." Qiu Ping tugged hard, then put the package on his shoulders with his legs, and left the mountain temple in a swagger.
Even if you walk far away, you can still hear the howling of shrews.
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Qiu Ping plunged into the cold pool nearby. 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 space in the scales recently, because it has filled too much water from the lotus pond, and now it is full.
Qiu Ping entered the Didong River along the Tanshui, and it was smooth all the way back to the ancient well.
"You can't live comfortably in your own home."
Qiu Ping took out a spiritual fruit from the package with his legs, bit it in one bite, and then lay down happily in the room full of ores.
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, you don’t have to worry too much about your financial resources.
"Oh, can I do it? Why do I have to work 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, you could hear red-shell crabs yelling.
Qiu Ping looked at the thing they put together, and it looked a bit like a lantern.
Isn't it a bit too ugly?
"He comes, he comes, we are so stupid!" The red-shell crab snatched the shell from Qiu San's legs.
"What are we 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...he...he heard someone say that the Yuan Festival will be held in two days. He saw someone setting up lanterns in the village, so he thought we should get some lanterns to join in the fun." Qiu Yiruming shut up and was already fluent.