Sure enough, after hearing Qingshan's words, Little Ginseng showed an extremely moved expression and said:
"So it was fellow Daoists Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui who came to help! I've been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, and I'm grateful for their continued protection! I mean what I said. After I rest a bit, I'll take them to ascend to the Tushita Realm. From now on, we'll be sworn brothers and sisters, sharing happiness and hardships!"
Qingshan nodded. This little ginseng was quite loyal and it was worth the efforts of Huang You and others over the past hundred years.
"Little Ginseng, many of your descendants have been destroyed. Do you have any way to save them?"
Little Ginseng looked at the mess of leaves and roots on the ground and shook his head, but his face did not show any sadness.
"There's no way. Even if I plant them back in the soil, there's not enough spiritual energy in this cave for them to recover. There's no need to waste energy."
"Then you don't want it?"
Little Ginseng asked doubtfully, "What do I need them for?"
"Can you give it to me?"
The little ginseng nodded and said, "If you like them, take them. Take as many as you want! When I leave the Chaos Realm, there will be no one to protect them. Sooner or later, they will be eaten by wild beasts. It's better to give them to you."
Qingshan's eyes lit up, as if she saw the RMB waving at her. She gave away hundreds of years old wild ginseng just like that. As expected of a foundation-building cultivator, she was generous and open-minded!
Qingshan has a big plug-in called space. The broken ginseng can quickly recover its medicinal properties when planted in the medicine bracelet. Moreover, there is a time cheat in the space. In time, these ginseng will surely be over a thousand years old. The therapeutic effect of such ginseng in restoring yang and rescuing the dying is simply too great to contemplate. If Qingshan has enough auxiliary medicines, he might be able to refine an elixir of immortality!
Little Ginseng didn't notice the glint in Qingshan's eyes and continued, "These ginsengs are all grown from ordinary seeds that I shed naturally over thousands of years. But strictly speaking, they are not my descendants. Their status is similar to my naturally shed leaves. My true descendants are here!"
The little ginseng pointed to the three small red berries on its head and gave Qingshan a shy smile.
"Ah? How could this happen?"
They are all seeds, so why are some not offspring?
The little ginseng reached out and lovingly stroked the three berries on its head, explaining, "When I was three hundred years old, I happened to obtain a drop of spiritual liquid, which opened my spiritual wisdom. At that time, there were three green seeds on my head. Every five years, I will bloom and bear fruit, and then the seeds will fall around and grow new ginseng. Only these three seeds on my head have remained unchanged. As I practiced for years, I understood that when I absorbed the spiritual liquid, the seeds on my head also benefited from it and turned into immortal medicine that can cultivate into human form like me. If one day I find a suitable place to plant them, in about a hundred years they will be able to open their spiritual wisdom and cultivate to the Tao like me. That's why I say that only these three are my true descendants. The ginseng growing all over the ground, even if they are allowed to grow for another thousand years, will only be medicinal herbs and cannot cultivate immortality!"
Qingshan suddenly realized that this was the case. It was just like a hen laying eggs. Some eggs were fertilized and could hatch chicks, while some were not fertilized and could not give birth to life, so they naturally could not be considered the hen's offspring.
"Now that these three seeds have turned red, it proves they are mature. I plan to go to the Tushita Realm and find a beautiful place with clear water and mountains to plant them. I will protect them until they too can transform into human form."
Qingshan nodded and said, "I heard that the spiritual energy in the Tushita Realm is abundant. I believe your children will be able to transform into humans in less than a hundred years!"
The little ginseng stared at Qingshan with its bright black eyes for a long time, and suddenly reached out and picked a red seed about the size of a soybean from the top of its head, took Qingshan's hand, and placed it solemnly in her palm.
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