The Little Monk Who Broke His Precepts

"How was it? Wasn't it delicious?"

Seeing the little monk take a huge gulp of beer, Mu Qingling asked expectantly. Beer was much more pleasant to drink than those strong liquors and immortal wines, at least without that burning, spicy sensation.

"Benefactor, this beer truly feels quite pleasant to drink. This little monk thanks you."

"This is a Sarira from our Buddhist sect. Consider it repayment for your kindness, Benefactor."

The little monk nodded as he spoke, then took a Sarira from his robes and handed it to Mu Qingling. This was a rule of the Buddhist sect: desire nothing and seek nothing.

Since he had accepted something from Mu Qingling, he had to return a gift of greater value. The beer Mu Qingling had given him had quenched his thirst; in the little monk's eyes, that was no different from saving his life.

"So this is a Sarira?"

Mu Qingling had naturally heard of Sarira before. It was said to be left behind after virtuous Buddhist monks passed away, containing their lifetime of understanding of Buddhist teachings, as well as their lifetime of Mana.

In another sense, a Sarira was the inheritance of an eminent monk. Mu Qingling had not expected that a single bottle of beer would earn her a Sarira from the little monk.

"Three Benefactors, this little monk must continue searching for the Illusory Spirit Nether Grass, so I shall take my leave."

After giving Mu Qingling a Sarira, the little monk bowed to the three of them and prepared to leave. He had come to the Magic Mountain Range to search for the Illusory Spirit Nether Grass, but he had spent half a month looking without finding it.

"Wait!"

"Little brother, Sister has already finished roasting the meat. Why not have some grilled meat before