>**Shikoku Holy Temple:** Sending scriptures? Want to learn about faith loans?
>**Chenbao Abacus:** Daily payment of 60,000 high-grade spirit stones, no credit allowed!
>**Second baby pacifier:** The anti-conversion field is activated, and the holy light becomes a decoration!
>**Three Treasures Cloud Boat:** Detected stealing faith? Morning dew and heavy rain wash it away!
>** Lingbao drools:** "Swish... burp? This paper absorbs water really well!
>**Venomous Tongue System:** Still promoting faith? Punishment: 100 years of spitting out Scripture!
>**Xiao Jue:** This profound and profound Taoist tradition was ultimately the nectar that soothed her throat.
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The horrific punishment of "eternal confusion" hung like an invisible sword of Damocles over the holy temples, shrines, and ancestral halls of the four nations. It was said that the chief scribes "nominated" by the system went into seclusion the very night the news reached the Holy Mountain. They chose the deepest, most soundproofed chambers within the mountain's bowels, fearing that a single dream talk would reveal the word "true scripture" and risk being captured by the system across space and forced to serve as proofreaders, facing the ever-refreshing, unanswered, chaotic heavenly book of saliva.
In the backyard of the General's Mansion, those four sacred artifacts, once inviolable but now a costly burden (the Ice Crystal Sutra Pillar, the Starry Sky Sutra Cylinder, the Gu Moss Sutra Scroll, and the Spirit Jade Sutra Stele), along with four copies of the "Saliva Sutra," completely soaked with Ling Bao's saliva and mushy as pastries, were abandoned by monks and priests from four nations at near-fleeting speed. Spirit stone rental? I daren't take it! The sacred artifacts themselves? I'll give them to you! I only ask the General's Mansion to be merciful and not let His Highness Ling drool over them even once more, triggering the terrifying "Proofreader" chain of cause and effect!
It was as if the world had pressed the pause button on the promotion of faith due to Lingbao's flood of saliva, and fell into a strange tranquility with the lingering sound of saliva.
Inside the mansion, Lingbao, oblivious to her "great achievements," was immersed in a new phase of her saliva exploration—saliva tactile science. Smooth jade paperweights, rough stone inkstones, cool silver spoons, the rims of warm porcelain bowls—all became objects of her tongue and saliva flow. A'Luo's bib production line ran day and night, and Su Li's first task each morning was to accurately predict her daughter's "saliva flow level" so she could adjust the family's clothing to protect her.
"Ling'er, come here, try this." Su Li took a piece of newly woven fine cotton cloth and gently touched Lingbao's chin. Lingbao giggled, tilted his head, and a crystal-clear thread of saliva accurately fell on the back of Su Li's hand, with a warm and wet feeling and a faint milky fragrance.
"Well, today's traffic rating: small waterfall." Su Li calmly wiped it off with a handkerchief and judged with experience, "It's a significant improvement over yesterday's 'stream level'. It seems that the bowl of rice porridge with spiritual fruit puree yesterday had a significant effect."
Xiao Jue sat by, polishing the Guihong ruler. He glanced up at his daughter's lips, moving unconsciously like the most delicate petals. Then he glanced at the four forgotten remains of the "Saliva Scripture" in the corner. Beneath the cool touch of the ruler's sheath, a barely perceptible smile crossed his eyes. The saliva, capable of drowning sacred texts and driving back charlatans, now dangled harmlessly from his daughter's lips, pure as morning dew.
**Section 1: Recycling of Sacred Objects and Cute Baby Paradise**
The abandoned relics of the four nations stood like four heavy, awkward monuments in the backyard of the general's mansion, exuding the decadent atmosphere of a faith gone bankrupt. The cold air, starlight, fungal mist, and spiritual light had long been suppressed by Erbao's "Anti-Conversion Pure Heart Field," dimming them like a candle in the wind. The four lumps of "Saliva Sutra" exuded a complex odor, a blend of ink, milk, and chaos, attracting a few fearless flies to buzz around them.
"Mother, these 'big rocks' and 'wet balls' are taking up space!" Chen Bao's abacus clicked, golden light sweeping across the sacred objects as he made a precise assessment. "The Beidi Ice Crystal Pillar, the core of the Ice Soul Formation inside has frozen, making it a large ice container (refrigerator), perfect for storing chilled fruits and vegetables in the summer. It's worth about three thousand spirit stones. The Xiling Star Dome Sutra Cylinder, although the star pattern track is broken, the cylinder body is solid with the star iron mother. It can be converted into a large drum dryer specifically for drying Ling'er's bib towels. It's worth five thousand spirit stones. The Nanjiang Gu Moss Sutra Scroll, the mycelium has completely lost its activity, but the moss paper is tough and waterproof. It can be cut into a top-notch waterproof bib lining. It's worth eight hundred spirit stones. The Donghuang Spirit Jade Sutra Stele, although the Guixin Altar has shattered, the jade is smooth and flawless. It can be polished into... Ling'er's oversized teething stick and crawling mat. It's worth ten thousand spirit stones! As for the 'Saliva Sutra' pulp, it contains a faint aura of chaos and can be fermented to nourish Mother's medicinal fields!"
Su Li's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she clapped her hands: "Good Chen'er! You manage the household well! That's what we'll do! Tear it down!"
At the command, the artisan camp of the General's Mansion (most of its members are retired veterans, now working under Su Li to specialize in all kinds of imaginative equipment modifications) immediately started working in full swing.
"Ding-dong! Boom!"
The ice crystal pillar was carefully cut, the cold core was guided and sealed, and the huge ice mirror body gradually took shape, with the inner wall as smooth as a mirror.
"Sizzle! Clang!"
The Star Dome Sutra Cylinder was laid down, the broken star pattern track was violently dismantled, and the sturdy cylinder body was being equipped with rollers and hot wind magic arrays.
"Crack! Rustle!"
The tough moss paper is carefully peeled, cleaned, cut, and sewn into a specially made thickened bib.
"Buzz! Snap!"
The warm spiritual jade tablet was cut into large pieces and the edges were polished. A huge, smooth crawling mat that exuded warm spiritual energy gradually took shape, and the edges were carefully polished into an arc suitable for chewing.
The backyard instantly transformed into a massive craft renovation. Lingbao, held in Xiao Jue's arms, watched the lively scene with curiosity. When she saw the giant, gleaming jade crawling mat being carried in, her mouth instantly opened into an O shape, and saliva gushed out.
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