Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 128 Fruit

With the sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps, Xiaocao walked out of the temple courtyard carrying a basket full of fruits. When she saw a group of women chasing butterflies outside the courtyard, she was stunned.

"Where do so many female Buddhists come from?" This was Xiaocao's question.

"Whoosh" a breeze rises, and the elf butterflies fly towards the grass, making a pleasant "rustling" sound.

Hearing this, Xiao Cao used his spiritual power to smile bitterly and said, "I don't know where your king is hiding. I can't find him for a while."

Upon hearing this, the elf butterflies immediately became restless and rushed forward, grabbing Xiaocao's green hair.

Their king has been enjoying himself in the dojo since entering it, and has been coming out less and less. Recently, he has even started disappearing.

This was too much. The elf butterflies all came to Xiaocao and asked him to help find the king.

"Okay, okay, after I deliver the fruits, I will go find your king and ask it to come out." Xiaocao said helplessly using his elf power.

After hearing this, the elf butterfly finally let go of his hair, which spread out in all directions like flowers scattered by a fairy.

This scene made the girls blink their beautiful eyes with curiosity.

"Xiaocao, what about this fruit of yours?" Wangmu walked forward and looked at the bright red fruit, which didn't look very good but gave off an enticing fruity aroma, and asked.

"These are the early-ripening fruits inside. I'll pick some for the Third Elder to taste." After Xiaocao finished speaking, he handed the basket to Wangmu and walked towards the Forgotten Temple. He wanted to find the Elf Butterfly King who was hiding and unwilling to leave the outer temple.

"Xiaocao, if there are any ripe fruits, pick some to entertain the guests." Wangmu said hurriedly.

"Okay," Xiaocao responded and disappeared behind the courtyard gate.

"This fruit." Yang Hong looked at the bright red fruit, a thoughtful look on her face.

"It contains a faint spiritual power. It should be the fruit produced by the fruit trees watered by spiritual springs." Lin Weiwei, who has eaten this kind of fruit, said.

"Come on, girls, come and eat some fruit." Wangmu greeted them enthusiastically.

The women were not polite and came forward to express their gratitude with fruits.

There was a basket of fruits. Since they were early ripe, they were not big, so one was enough for each person. Well, there were a few left, which were picked up by the little raccoon who came back from a stroll.

"Yeah, it smells good."

"So sweet." This is the praise from a group of girls.

“If we sell this fruit, they will be snapped up at one silver coin each,” said Yang Hong as she tasted the fruit.

"Not just one silver coin, but one of these fruits every day. Even though it can't prolong your life, it's very good for your health." Lin said, shaking his head slightly.

"The fruits won't be sold. If there are too many, they will be distributed to the villagers." Wang Mu, who knew Shang Liangshan's character, said.

"Then the villagers are blessed." Lin smiled slightly.

"Girls, if you eat the fruit, you must give something in return. Go to the temple and burn some incense." Yang Hong said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, burn incense, burn incense." The voices echoed.

"Hehe, Senior Sister, you want to make a wish for yourself to find your ideal husband."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tone of the conversation took a distorted turn.

A group of girls walked into the temple with laughter. The peaceful atmosphere greeted them, making them stop laughing and burn incense with peaceful expressions.

"There is a Taoist temple under our feet." Yang Hong said in surprise after realizing it belatedly.

"Haha, otherwise Sister Yang would wonder where the fruits we eat come from." Lin Weiwei reminded.

As soon as she stepped into the dojo, she sensed abundant spiritual energy and a peaceful atmosphere. After a brief thought, she realized that they had entered the dojo.

"The temple spirit who owns the Taoist temple is stronger than me." Yang Hong put away the contempt in her heart and said solemnly.

"Aunt Yang, you are different from our master. Besides, you are about to break through to the seventh level." The little fox said as he was sitting on a chair and eating fruit under the pavilion.

"You little guy, stop praising Aunt Yang. I, your Aunt Yang, know how powerful Huang Ling is in his own Taoist temple. Even if a seventh-rank Taoist comes, he won't be able to get anything good." Yang Hong said as she stepped forward and rubbed the little fox's cute head.

"My master doesn't like fighting, he only likes to practice and take some time off."

"Haha, Liangshan's slacking off was infected by the clan leader." Wangmu said happily.

"The old patriarch has made a breakthrough and is consolidating his cultivation. Aunt Mu, you don't know that when the old patriarch made a breakthrough, he looked incredible."

"The clan leader has made a breakthrough." Wangmu looked delighted and looked at Xiaoli for confirmation.

"Yeah, I had a breakthrough last night. At that time, Xiaocao and I were cleaning..." Xiaoli paused.

"It's good to have a breakthrough, it's good to have a breakthrough. The clan leader is in seclusion, Liangshan is also in seclusion, and we have forgotten the backbone of the young master of the village."

"The old clan leader is out of retreat and doesn't take care of things. The great elder still has to worry about it."

"Haha, that's right." Wangmu said happily.

The old patriarch is now just a hands-off boss.

"The clan leader doesn't care?" Yang Hong asked in surprise.

"No matter what." Wangmu and Xiaoli said in unison.

"No wonder Brother Feng is so busy." Lin Weiwei muttered.

She originally thought that what Yifeng was busy with was assigned by the patriarch of Forgotten Village.

Now it seems that Yifeng is in charge of all the affairs of Yifeng Township.

"Burn incense, burn incense, and then go to see where to stay." Yang Hong said as she walked towards the Forgotten Temple.

"Auntie Mu, at night, will the wings of the elf butterflies glow?" A female student asked curiously after burning incense.

"Yeah," Wangmu nodded and talked about the beauty of the elf butterfly with the female students around him.

Women talk a lot, so just listen to this.

The next morning, Yibao, with a red face and ears, led a group of girls wearing leather armor, with curvy bodies and long legs, and walked towards the temporary training ground on the other side of the river.

"Don't look." Wangyou, who was following nearby, said viciously to Yibao.

"I didn't see it." Yibao defended himself in a low voice.

"Sister Wangyou, Brother Bao just peeked." A clever female student said, trying not to laugh.

"Look, you still dare to quibble." Wangyou attacked viciously.

"It hurts, it hurts." The leopard whose ears were pulled begged for mercy repeatedly, which made a group of girls laugh sweetly.

Yang Hong and Lin Weiwei, who were following behind, couldn't help but shake their heads and smile when they saw this.

The simple villagers are no match for the open-minded female guards and female students.

"Ga ga" Heizi, who came out from the temple courtyard, saw the leopard being pulled by the ear. He immediately hovered in the air, grinning and letting out a strange howl.

"Boss, you forgot to feed the falcon." Xiaoli's voice came from the temple courtyard.

"Ga" Heizi's strange roar suddenly stopped, and he turned around depressedly and flew towards the temple guard camp.

This funny scene made the girls laugh so hard that they were shaking with laughter.

“I really can’t understand how the temple spirit of Forgotten Town could teach such an interesting disciple.” Yang Hong said with a smile.

"We should just act spontaneously and not restrict them too much." Lin smiled slightly.

"To put it bluntly, he is a hands-off boss. I can see that Heizi's personality should be that of the leader of the Suiyi clan, Xiaocao is Mr. Yifeng, Xiaoli is Suiwangmu, and Xiaofangkuai is now taught by a disciple of the Mohist clan."

"Haha, this analysis is correct. They all have their own personalities. However, according to what you said, the surviving patriarch is a naughty old man."