Emperor Lu's thoughts stirred, and light shone all around him. Divine power washed over his body, cleansing away the child's urine.
Immortals possessed bodies with the six roots purified!
After hearing Patriarch Bodhi's explanation, he stared in astonishment at the little child lying on his lap, giggling away. He froze for a moment, then suddenly turned the child over and brought two slaps down. The infant first went blank, then burst into loud wails.
Bodhi Grandmaster said in shock, "Emperor, what are you doing?"
"Giving him a complete childhood!"
Without even raising his head, Emperor Lu said, "If he doesn't listen in the future, educate him like this. No need to give This Seat face. Remember this well: jade uncarved becomes no vessel; man unbeaten knows no righteousness."
Bodhi Grandmaster: "..."
Fine. He was a ruthless one.
With a sweep of his horsetail whisk, he drew the child who had received a complete childhood education into his arms.
When the child saw Bodhi, he grabbed at his beard and began giggling. Bodhi Grandmaster's eyes flashed. "Right, Emperor, I still haven't asked. What is this child called?"
"He's called..."
Emperor Lu froze.
To tell the truth, this matter had happened far too suddenly, and every turn had come far too quickly.
Originally, he had come to help Yang Chan, but after fighting and fighting, the son Three Holy Mothers was supposed to have, who would split the mountain to save his mother, had become his.
Now, how to settle this child was a major problem. He was busy thinking about that—where would he have the time to think about what the child was called?
Bodhi Grandmaster raised a brow and said in surprise, "No name?"
"Nonsense. I picked him up halfway. Who knows what he's called?"
Lu Chuan rolled his eyes