Lin Fei did not stay with Mount Qingcheng for long and left soon.
After he left, Zhang Xiaoling found Ye Qiu and gave him four Bodhi coins.
Ye Qiu was so excited that he almost went crazy and asked quickly, "Did Heavenly Venerable give it to you?"
Apart from this possibility, he could not imagine where else such a precious thing could come from.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoling nodding, Ye Qiu immediately sighed, "This little unlucky boy, Heavenly Venerable is very kind to you."
Zhang Xiaoling chuckled, scratched his head, looking proud.
Ye Qiu was amused by his appearance, and immediately tapped his forehead lightly. It didn't hurt at all, but Zhang Xiaoling still said "ouch" and covered his forehead as if he was in pain.
"Take it, Master, you don't need it." Ye Qiu smiled kindly and touched his little head.
"How could it be unnecessary?" Zhang Xiaoling said dissatisfied and unwilling to take Bodhi back.
"It would be a waste to give this kind of treasure to an old man like me." Ye Qiu sighed softly, "Only by giving it to you can it realize its greatest value. Besides, Heavenly Venerable is for you, how can an old man accept it?"
Zhang Xiaoling said disapprovingly, "Just accept it. Who is Heavenly Venerable? Does he still know that I will give it to you? I bet you must be involved in it."
Ye Qiu was speechless for a while, and suddenly felt that what this kid said had some truth to it. He suddenly felt ashamed, and realized that he had lived such a long life, but he was not as transparent as Zhang Xiaoling.
"I don't want it as a teacher." Ye Qiu understood Zhang Xiaoling's good intentions, but his attitude was still firm.
In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoling's cultivation level is the most important thing. Taoist Ye Qiu looks at life and death very ordinary, even though he knows he doesn't have much life left, he doesn't care.
This is the reincarnation of the Patriarch in front of him. The most important thing is for him to recover his cultivation and ascend to the immortal position as soon as possible.
"If you don't want me, just throw it away!" Zhang Xiaoling, relying on his young age, began to behave foolishly, "I will do what I say!"
Ye Qiu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and immediately cursed, "How dare you, little bastard, until I break your legs!"
Zhang Xiaoling's face was gloomy and seductive. "Do you want it?"
Ye Qiu flicked his sleeves and said quite freely, "No!"
Without saying a word, Zhang Xiaoling threw the four extremely precious Bodhi balls directly down the mountain.
Ye Qiu's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt that his heart was bleeding. He had the urge to whip this naughty kid into crying.
"You unlucky prodigal thing!" Ye Qiu said the next sentence, and his body passed by like the wind.
Seven Steps to Catch a Cicada.
Ye Qiu's figure looked shaky, but it vaguely contained some kind of ethereal Daoist charm. His figure moved several times in the air, and finally grasped the four Bodhi pieces in his palms.
Zhang Xiaoling Seeing that the plan was successful, he immediately touched the tip of his nose with his thumb, looking proud, and waved his hand in a pretentious manner. "You didn't expect it, did you? I have a lot of ideas!"
Ye Qiu knew that he was kind to her, but he still felt angry and funny when he heard this.
I really don't blame him for being rude to the reincarnation of the Patriarch. The key point is that this naughty kid is really spoiled and needs a beating...
"Stop, I'm going to break your legs today!" Ye Qiu cursed angrily.
Zhang Xiaoling took advantage of the wind and made a face at him. "It's just a little bit, I can't fight, I can't fight, are you angry?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already jumped to a big tree in the distance under the surging wind.
"I usually ask you to beat me because I think I was wrong. I was right today. Why do I ask you to deal with it?" He put his hands on his hips and looked beaming.
Ye Qiu was shocked for a moment, and finally realized something extraordinary.
"Don't you have no cultivation? How can you fly Wind Control?" He couldn't help but ask, even forgetting what happened before.
Zhang Xiaoling said casually, "Oh, this is very simple. I just want to control the air and gather them together to form a force of wind to support me."
He thought this was a natural thing, but Ye Qiu was shocked.
"How far can your power... go?" Ye Qiu asked again.
Zhang Xiaoling thought for a moment, then said, "No monks below Golden Core should be able to escape."
Ye Qiu was speechless and sighed sincerely, "It's really not that simple."
Zhang Xiaoling waved his hand and seemed to have no interest in chatting with him anymore. "Damn old man, eat those four Bodhi pills and practice well. Don't you still want to see me grow up? Then you have to live long enough to live, right?"
Ye Qiu looked at his leaving figure, his expression a little complicated for a moment.
He opened his palms, and four crystal clear Bodhi seeds were exuding a little green glow.
"Finally sent him away." Zhang Xiaoling whispered, sneaking down the mountain like a thief.
He came to a nearby old house from the last century and knocked on the door.
"Dong dong dong."
Zhang Xiaoling is obviously a child, but like an old man who is afraid of the cold, he puts his sleeves together, puts his little hands in, and waits quietly.
Soon the door was opened, revealing a hunched old woman leaning on a cane.
The old lady looks very kind, and her clothes are very simple, and there are even traces of sewing.
She seemed to be very familiar with Zhang Xiaoling. When she smiled, the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together, full of wrinkles like an autumn chrysanthemum, revealing her few remaining teeth. "It's Xiaoling, coming to play with our Bu Ding again?"
Zhang Xiaoling quickly supported her and said with a smile, "Yes, grandma, is Bu Ding at home?"
The old lady nodded hurriedly. "Here he is, he is here."
After saying that, she looked towards the back room and shouted, "Bu Ding, Xiaoling is here to play with you."
In the back room, a little girl's voice full of surprise soon came. "Xiaoling brother?"
A seven or eight-year-old girl with twin ponytails rushed out almost jumping.
The clothes she was wearing looked quite old and one size too big. It was said that they were old clothes donated by a nearby neighborhood committee. A pair of shoes also had a hole in them, exposing a small toe.
Bu Ding is just like her grandmother. Although she looks a little shabby, her clothes are washed clean and tidy.
Zhang Xiaoling chuckled, chatted with them for a few words, and soon took out a Bodhi that was full of glowing light, which stunned both of them.
"Little Pudding, grandma, let me give you a good thing." Zhang Xiaoling chuckled, ground it into powder, and reminded, "Remember, once a week, you can only eat a little bit between your nails."
"Also Little Pudding, you have to follow the breathing and breathing practice method I taught you, do you hear me?"
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoling, who originally thought he had left long ago, Lin Fei, was quietly watching this scene outside the window.
He showed an imperceptible smile.