"Hehe, host, think about it from another perspective. It's suffering for you, but happiness for us. It's worth it!"
"Did you eat feces? Your mouth stinks so bad?"
Ji Yao angrily said to the little green-haired creature, he really wanted to pull it out and give it a good beating.
But this time, the little green-haired boy was not made to cry by Ji Yao.
It leisurely admired its new body in the play space.
"Host, your upgrade has benefited us all. I've just gotten a brand new body~"
Unfortunately, there are strange monks around the host now, so it can't go out and show off in person.
It can only nag in the host's mind.
"By the way, host, I vaguely feel that the demon egg is about to hatch."
Little Green Hair looked at Heidan who was being chased by Ajin and Aqing in the distance, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
That ugly thing can't be hatched in the game space.
Otherwise, it will probably cause a huge loss of spiritual power.
Originally, the game space relied on these spirit veins to produce spiritual energy.
If the host is razed to the ground by its evil spirit, then the host will probably kill it.
After hearing what the little green-haired boy said, Ji Yao began to worry.
She could naturally think of what the little green-haired boy could think of.
Moreover, she vaguely felt that hatching this magic egg would not be so easy.
"Let Ah Qing control it. I'll take some time to go back to the space and stabilize it."
Headache.
There are so many bad things.
It seems that the next journey will be to the realm of demonic cultivation.
Only there can the magic egg have endless magic power to break the various forbidden spells on the eggshell.
While Ji Yao and Little Green Hair were arguing, they had already arrived in front of the Dingchan Sect's palace.
The ginkgo trees that have been circling for thousands of years are gradually turning golden.
The breeze blows by, and the autumn leaves bring the atmosphere to the extreme.
Ji Yao looked at the Buddha statues of various shapes in the hall and made a wish devoutly.
This believer is willing to exchange tens of millions of tons of air for tens of millions of tons of spirit crystals!
"Host, forgive me for being blunt, aren't you afraid of becoming the Happy Buddha?"
"Are you stupid? There are so many Buddha statues in this palace, and I didn't specifically ask for any specific ones to worship. If I cast a wide net, I'll definitely catch some small fish."
The little green-haired boy was surprised by her amazing train of thought.
After a moment's silence, it beeped softly:
"But you, a cultivator, come to worship Buddha..."
Your ancestor’s coffin lid can’t hold it down anymore.
"Don't meddle in the affairs of beautiful women. Just eat more Lychee Plums if you have nothing to do."
Okay, the little green-haired boy shut up tactfully.
Anyway, it can never win the argument with its host.
In the hall, Baisong and Fengdu were chatting amid the sound of chanting.
Meng Jin kept rolling his eyes.
Meng Bodu's gaze was always on the ginkgo tree.
Listening to the two people talking in code with boredom, Ji Yao stretched out a branch and poked Bai Song's arm.
It’s time to get down to business, Jimei.
Bai Song received the signal, coughed lightly and said slowly:
"This time I'm here, I might have to bother you for a few days."
Buddhist disciple Feng Du's gaze lingered on the alchemy furnace in her arms, and after a moment he whispered:
"That's fine, you can stay as long as you want."
After saying that, he quietly stretched out his hand and made a gesture to Bo Song.
"Okay, old rules."
Only then did Feng Du, with satisfaction, call over the young disciples outside the hall and arrange accommodation for them.
When Bo Song returned to the room with the alchemy furnace, Ji Yao asked:
"Is this Buddhist disciple a playboy monk?"
Bo Song placed the alchemy furnace on the table with a smile on his face, "The ancestor actually saw through it."
He took out the special spiritual liquid of the Shenmu clan from the storage ring and poured it into the alchemy furnace. Then Bo Song continued:
"This Buddhist is practicing silent meditation, but..."
Having said that, Bai Song sighed helplessly, poured a cup of spiritual tea and drank it all in one gulp.
"Don't be fooled by his outward appearance now. When there are no outsiders around, he's really talkative!"
What Bai Song didn't say was that this Buddhist disciple was extremely stingy.
That gesture just now was asking her for spirit crystals...
Ji Yao understood.
A chatterbox Buddhist, no wonder he practices the meditation of silence.
After absorbing the spiritual fluid that Bai Song had just poured in, Ji Yao said in a serious tone:
"Next, your ancestor and I are going to do something big. You will plant me in the yard outside later."
After hearing the ancestor's request, Bai Song frowned and wanted to refuse.
How could the mud in the yard hold the noble body of the ancestor?
"Ancestor, this..."
"Don't doubt the ancestor's choice, trust the ancestor!"
In desperation, Bai Song could only sneak into the yard carrying the alchemy furnace.
Seeing that there was no one around, Bai Song used his spiritual power to quickly dig a hole and buried Ji Yao's body in it.
After barely adapting to the surrounding soil, Ji Yao waved the branch at her and said, "Go back and rest."
Bai Song looked back every few steps, and reluctantly returned to his room and closed the door.
Then he quietly hid at the door and observed his ancestor.
After successfully driving the man back, Ji Yao's spiritual consciousness extended through the tree roots that continued to explore underground.
The roots buried deep underground continue to expand outward.
When she met the roots of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree on the way, she greeted them happily.
Bai Song, hiding behind the door, looked at his ancestor who seemed to be really obsessed with cultivation, and his heart was relieved a little.
Although she had been to Dingchan Sect several times, she basically came and went as she pleased. This was her first time staying overnight.
She was a little worried that the ancestor would cause trouble.
Fortunately, the ancestor still knows how to prioritize.
I feel relieved.
An hour later.
Without alarming anyone, most of the Dingchan Sect was covered by Ji Yao's tree roots.
Listening to the news coming from different parts of the tree roots, Ji Yao smiled sinisterly.
A blessing in disguise?
Without the constraints of her human form, she becomes even more perverted~
This huge underground world is open for her to roam freely.
This Zen Buddhism is really filled with the sounds of beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures...
Ji Yao was complaining in his heart while expanding his territory.
An old voice was heard, "Feng Du, have you thought it through?"
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I, the disciple, am willing to go alone."
These words touched Ji Yao's heart directly.
Ji Yao nodded frantically: I thought so too!
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