"This is the water I'm drinking, it's so sweet."

Tie Dan pointed to a small pond and bent down to scoop up a few handfuls of water to drink.

The pool was small, smaller than a bathtub. The cave was dark, which made the pool appear dark as well, but the water was actually quite clear. Lu Mo had a lighter and could roughly see what was going on inside the cave.

"Battalion Commander, you drink too!"

After filling his water bottle, Tie Dan shouted to Lu Mo, "Good things should definitely be shared with the battalion commander."

Lu Mo bent down, sipped the water, and drank a few mouthfuls. The water was indeed very sweet, and it felt warm and cozy inside him.

The energy within his body seemed to have been aroused by the spiritual spring water, churning in his dantian. Lu Mo silently circulated his inner energy to suppress the churning energy.

The spiritual spring water truly lived up to its reputation; just a few sips were more potent than two days of his training.

Lu Mo even planned to practice his skills in a cave, drinking a few mouthfuls of spiritual spring water every day, which would definitely make his training twice as effective.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time left.

"Let's go back!"

Lu Mo filled a pot with water and called Tie Dan back to the temple. Ye Mingcheng was still in danger and they couldn't delay.

Tie Dan responded, grabbed a handful from the cave wall above the pool, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with relish.

Lu Mo moved the lighter to the spot where Tie Dan had just been pulling, and surprisingly discovered a vine.

The vines were thick and long, with lush leaves. Tie Dan was eating the leaves. How could this silly boy eat anything? Wasn't he afraid of poison?

"Battalion Commander, this is delicious. I've been eating it since I was a child."

Tie Dan plucked another handful, and his hand now held a few more pale green leaves, somewhat like sweet potato leaves, but smaller and lighter in color.

Upon hearing that Tie Dan had been eating it since childhood, Lu Mo chewed on the leaves without hesitation. He originally thought his mouth would taste like grass, but to his surprise, the leaves were very sweet and even had a faint milky flavor. They were indeed delicious.

"You can't eat too much of this. You can only eat two pieces at a time. Once I ate five or six pieces and my stomach hurt so badly that I rolled around on the kang (a heated brick bed) and had to squat in the outhouse for an hour before I felt better."

Tie Dan recounted his painful childhood experience: he had seen vines in a cave long ago, but dared not eat them for fear they were poisonous.

Later, when I was so hungry, I picked a handful and ate them. I found that they tasted really good. After that, I would pick a few pieces to eat every time I went to the cave. One time I accidentally ate too many and ended up having diarrhea all night.

It was also incredibly smelly; even the sows near the outhouse were knocked unconscious by the stench!

But he recovered after having diarrhea, and Tie Dan also discovered that since eating the vine, he had become stronger and healthier.

Sometimes he would secretly pick a few leaves and bring them home for Ya Dan to eat, because Ya Dan was small and would eat anything. Tie Dan also gave some to his older brother and sister, but they all said it was poisonous and couldn't be eaten.

The family only had Ya Dan to eat, and like Tie Dan, Ya Dan became a strongman!

Although Lu Mo didn't recognize the vines, he felt that those that could grow by the spiritual spring must also possess spiritual energy.

She picked two leaves, intending to take them back for Ye Mingcheng to eat, hoping they might be effective.

"Don't tell anyone about this place, not even Ya Dan!"

As they left the cave, Lu Mo gave Tie Dan some instructions.

"I know, but I won't tell anyone!"

Tie Dan nodded vigorously. Although he was simple-minded, he had a knack for certain things and knew what to say and what not to say without being taught.

This is probably what people mean when they say that simple-minded people have simple-minded luck!

When they returned to the temple, Ye Mingcheng was still unconscious, and his complexion was getting worse. The abbot and the others were still chanting sutras for Ye Mingcheng.

It's just that Lu Mo couldn't understand it; otherwise, he would have been able to tell that the abbot and the fire-tending master were practicing the Rebirth Sutra, and that they thought Ye Mingcheng was beyond saving.