The little monk's presence brought about many heartwarming moments along the journey.
Chen Qi and Lu Zheng grew fond of the child and made numerous attempts to persuade him to bee their disciple and learn either weapon forging or array formations.
However, the little monk remained steadfast in his response and rebuked the two with a single statement. "Benefactors, do not assume that by finding a random successor and passing on your gifted skills, you can travel to the Western Paradise to meet Buddha without worries."
"As the saying goes, one cannot grasp the heart of the past, the heart of the present, or the heart of the future."
"If one bees overly fixated on the past, present, and future, the concept of the passage of time ultimately bees futile."
"Desperately trying to grasp something as if one's life depends on it, yet obtaining nothing. Amitabha, it's merely an endless fabrication."
Chen Qi and Lu Zheng, the two elderly men, found themselves being lectured by the young monk. Strangely, they began to see wisdom in the child's words. They thought to themselves, "This child is rather brilliant."
Furthermore, they couldn't help but wonder if the child possessed some extraordinary insight. How could he see through their intentions with just a single glance?
Qiao Mu struggled to hold back her laughter. She hadn't expected these two elderly gentlemen to be genuinely affected by Kongkong's chatter.
Qiao Mu tugged at Mo Lian's sleeve and whispered, "You've been carrying him the entire way. Let him walk on his own for a bit."
Mo Lian sighed. "It's too much trouble with his short legs."
He had no intention of putting down the little bald monk. The moment the child made any move to walk, he immediately returned to Qiaoqiao's arms. It was simply unbearable…
Qiao Mu looked at Kongkong with a mixture of sympathy and exasperation. This little monk had an uncanny ability to remember when to eat and how to avoid getting into trouble. Every time he courted disaster and clashed with Crown Prince Mo, she couldn't help but shake her head in bewilderment.
The four of them continued to walk for a while longer, and Chen Qi began to reminisce about the fat rabbit. He suggested taking a break to rest and roast some meat for a picnic.
Qiao Mu had no objections and even retrieved a barbecue rack from her inner world. She asked Chen Qi to prepare the rabbits for roasting. Meanwhile, she noticed the little monk running back with a pile of mushrooms. "Benefactress, we can make mushroom soup."
Qiao Mu glanced at him expressionlessly. "These mushrooms might be poisonous if you eat them."
The child had a knack for picking brightly colored mushrooms, and he had gathered a bunch of inedible ones.
Dejectedly, the little monk lowered his head and said pitifully to Qiao Mu, "Then can I eat something else?"
Mo Lian suddenly produced a carrot from her inner world and dangled it in front of the little monk. "I can make carrot soup for you."
The little monk's eyes lit up, and he vigorously nodded his small head. "That sounds great!"
"Once you finish the carrot soup, you must pletely forget about the kiss that Benefactor planted on your forehead. Don't mention it again!"
The little monk blinked, looked at the carrot, and then at Qiao Mu, who was busy grilling meat. He nodded as if he had made up his mind.
Crown Prince Mo nodded in satisfaction. "That's right!" He rolled up his sleeves and prepared a pot of vegetable soup for the little monk.
The Crown Prince even scoured the area meticulously, selecting a few edible mushrooms, washing them, chopping them into pieces, and adding them to the soup.
An hour later, as Chen Qi and Lu Zheng's mouths watered at the aroma of the roasted rabbit leg, which had a distinct smoky scent, the little monk held a pot of fragrant carrot and mushroom soup and sipped it slowly.
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