Qiu Ping didn't know that the water he bathed in Elysium was the water of the Eight Treasures Pool of Merit.

It can wash away the red dust and burn it, make the whole body pure, and eliminate all kinds of negative karma.

And the monk's golden bowl contains the breath of the Buddha, and any person who cultivates is detained by it, the breath will pull out the red dust obstacles in their body, whether it is old age, or sickness, or death, or suffering, all sentient beings can not escape.

But Qiu Ping had just taken a bath in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and he was still full of drinks, and his breath was of no use to him at all.

As soon as Qiu Ping's mind turned, the golden bowl hovered in front of him.

He quietly operated the [Eight-Armed Maha Seal Method], and in an instant, a force of attraction came from the golden bowl, which was many times stronger than the string of Buddha beads snatched from Bai San'er.

Qiu Ping was ecstatic.

Sure enough, this method still needs to rely on some items of Buddhism to speed up the cultivation.

Compared to the string of Buddhist beads, this golden bowl is much more precious. He figured that this thing might be enough to support himself to step into the third realm.

"Although this trip is thrilling, it is not a loss, and in the next period of time, I have to take care of it and digest what I have gained recently."

Qiu Ping has had a lot of opportunities recently, and he needs to settle down.

……

"O poor big brother, you died so badly." Not far from the Luohan Monastery, the shrew piled a small dirt bag and lay on it and wailed.

It's just that this dirt bag is too small, and at most it can bury the shrew itself in it, and I'm afraid it's not enough to bury Qiu Ping.

"Didn't these damn monks just take a little bit of your fruit and beat people to death? Besides, the entire Huangzhong Mountain is my land, isn't it a matter of course for me to collect some rent from you? The shrew cried so loudly that he cursed at the monks in the temple.

I finally accepted a little brother who can pat on the back, why is it gone.

"Smack."

He was crying and was sad, when suddenly a mountain date fell from the sky and smashed on his head.

Although it is a mountain date, it is also bigger than his head.

"My short-lived brother...... "The shrew snorted and wept, howling as he took a few bites on the mountain date, his mouth slurred.

"Smack."

Several dates fell in a row, and each one hit the shrew's head accurately.

The shrew was suddenly annoyed, who was so blind to see that he didn't see that he was crying?

As soon as he looked up, he saw a black boy with two whiskers sitting on a branch beside him, holding a handful of dates in his hand, and shaking his legs.

"You...... Big man, you're not dead, that's great! The shrew rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he climbed up the tree and jumped directly on Qiu Ping, holding him and not letting go.

Qiu Ping pinched it up with some disgust, this rat spirit, saliva and snot on his face, I am afraid that he doesn't want to take the opportunity to rub it on himself.

"Big man, you listen to my quibbles...... I didn't mean to abandon you, it was you who didn't catch me by the tail. Next time we run for our lives, remember to hurry. With a flattering smile on his face, the shrew tried to wrap his arms around Qiu Ping's shoulders to show his closeness, but his paws were too short, so he could only sit on it.

"It's okay to forgive you, then you have to give me some good. It doesn't take too much, just casually give a thousand hundred and eighty catties of spirit fruit, or any spirit mine, elixir or the like, I don't pick. Qiu Ping picked up a mountain jujube and bit it with a click.

The taste of mountain dates is not very good, a little sour.

"Ah...... What's that...... Big brother, if I had a spirit fruit, would I still run to the monk's temple to pick it? The shrew opened its mouth, and the smile on its face immediately became reluctant.

"Lord Mountain God, you don't want the city god to know about you tricking me into going to the Luohan Monastery." The smile on his face shifted to Qiu Ping's face.

The shrew's eyes wandered and flickered.

He was hesitating whether to extinguish his mouth or bleed.

On the one hand, there are siblings and friends who "have a good relationship" with him, and on the other hand, he has hidden the spiritual fruit for a long time.

It's a hard choice.

"Can you ask for less?" The shrew was a little embarrassed, and the soles of his feet drew circles after circles on Qiu Ping's shoulders.

"Yes, you can give me nine hundred and ninety-nine catties of spirit fruit."

Originally, Qiu Ping's first half of the sentence made the shrew ecstatic, but the second half of the sentence immediately made him want to go up and tear the black boy's greedy face.

In the end, Shrew chose to compromise.

With a sad face, he took out hundreds of spirit fruits from his small vault, although it only accounted for less than one-tenth of his vault, it was enough to make him feel like a mourner.

At least when he cried Qiu Ping's funeral before, he didn't cry so sadly.

Qiu Ping stretched out his hand to take the package of the packed spirit fruit, but saw the shrew clutching on the furoshio with its claws, and refused to let go.

"Then I have time to visit the house."

"Smack." Qiu Ping tugged hard, then casually put the package on his shoulder, and swaggered away from the mountain temple.

Even if you go far, you can hear the howling of shrews.

……

Qiu Ping plunged headlong into the cold pool on the side, and after entering the water, he turned into a big black loach, opening his mouth and holding the big package.

Well, I'll have to tidy up the scale space in the near future, because he has filled too much water in the lotus pond, and now it's full.

Qiu Ping followed the pond water into the underground river, all the way to the ancient well.

"It's still comfortable at home."

Qiu Ping casually took out a spirit fruit from the package, bit it, and then happily lay on the room full of ores.

He has never been an adventurous person, and if he can be a salted fish, he can make his strength rise steadily by paddling every day, and that is the best thing.

With the existing resources in his temple, it was enough for him to practice for a long time.

At least until the [Holy Fetus] is condensed, there is no need to worry too much about the problem of food.

"Ouch, what the hell are you doing, why are you so hard." Qiu Ping was about to catch up on sleep, but suddenly heard a muttering sound outside.

At the entrance of the temple, Qiu 1, Qiu 2, Qiu 3 and red-shelled crabs are gathering in one place.

They were holding a pile of snail shells and fish bones, as if they were piecing together something, and from time to time they could hear red-shell crabs screaming.

Qiu Ping looked at the things they put together, how did they look a bit like lanterns.

It's just a little too ugly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, you're so stupid!" The red-shelled crab snatched the shell from Qiu San's hand.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Ping walked out from behind the crab and startled him with coldness.

The red-shelled crab had an unnatural look and seemed to want to hide its shells.

"The King...... I...... I heard that the Shangyuan Festival will be in two days, and I saw that there were people in the village who were wearing lanterns, so I thought we should also make a few lanterns to join in the fun. Qiu Yi is now very fluent in speech, only occasionally stuttering.