Chapter 265
"I suggest that the unparalleled Tianjiao and the divine Qingluan have children soon!"
"Ha...!"
Li Mo froze for a moment, and the tea he had just sipped sprayed out.
"Right? The bloodlines of the True Dragon and the True Phoenix are so powerful on their own. If they were to have offspring..."
"Honestly, you’re not wrong. The fact that they can jointly wield the Divine Jade shows that the Divine Jade recognizes them."
"Hiss... That makes sense!"
"Are they... a good match?"
"If the Divine Jade has no objections, who are you, a mere demon, to oppose?"
The various demons exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting wisdom and contemplation.
The True Dragon and True Phoenix are already so formidable.
Their offspring would surely ascend to the heavens, right?
Li Mo: "..."
Little Li never imagined he would be facing a push for childbirth before even experiencing a push for marriage.
And it was all from a group of demons.
He glanced at the ice-cold girl, who was still quietly sipping her tea, but her curled fingers betrayed her...
"So, everyone, are you leaving or not?"
Tianjiao Li insisted on a farewell.
But the demon kings were still engrossed in their conversation as they departed.
"Given time, if the True Dragon and True Phoenix unite, even the Great Yu would be nothing to fear!"
"Our demon clan should unite, grow stronger, and create new glories!"
"Do you think the offspring of the True Dragon and True Phoenix should be called Huanglong or Longhuang?"
It seemed that pushing for childbirth was also a tradition among the demon clan.
Perhaps it was because powerful bloodlines found it difficult to produce offspring?
Uncle Murong's prestige was still on the rise...
"Li brother."
Before Li Mo could return to tidy up, Murong Xiao called out to him. A new scar had appeared on his forehead, indicating he had officially become a member of the Xuankong Temple.
"I'll be leaving the Southern Wilderness with Xuankong Temple as well."
"I didn't expect this layer back then," Li Mo said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He had thought Murong Xiao would have more opportunities to meet his parents in the Southern Wilderness, but who would have thought the temple was moving?
"As long as there’s fate, the Xuankong Temple can be found anywhere."
Li Mo chuckled, "You haven’t chanted for two days, yet you’re already spouting monk-like wisdom."
Murong Xiao smiled awkwardly, "I heard the master say that the Xuankong Temple flies everywhere. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll run into each other."
Then he became serious, lowering his voice:
"Li brother, when you return to Qingyuan Sect from the Southern Wilderness, be extra careful. With the absence of the resident monk, who knows what chaos might ensue."
"Take this. It was given to me by the master. No matter where you are, you can return to the temple in an instant."
He produced a string of prayer beads, which emitted a faint wave similar to that of a Xumi object, yet not entirely the same.
"Is this from Master Hengyuan? Won't you get in trouble for giving it to me?"
"I will, but it’s fine. The master can’t scold me anyway."
"..."
Li Mo looked at Murong Xiao's serious expression, paused for a moment, and accepted the beads.
"I wonder when we’ll meet again."
"I have a scroll of scripture I can’t understand, so I’ll give it to you."
He took out a scroll from his sleeve.
"The Kṣitigarbha Sūtra, Volume One."
Chapter 286: A Demonstration of the Monk and the Demoness!
Murong Xiao took the scripture, flipped through it a couple of times, seeming to understand only a little. After asking Li Mo to inform his grandfather, Murong Hai, he waved goodbye.
"Take care, Li brother."
"Take care, Master Zangai."
"You little..."
The farewell scene was filled with reluctance, and Murong Xiao had a lot to say but didn’t know how to express it.
Li Mo smiled and returned to the water clan's cave to tidy up the kitchenware and other items.
Ying Bing was still lost in thought, not even noticing when Li Mo approached. A tea leaf fell into her cup, but she didn’t have the time to care, her mind seemingly elsewhere.
"Bing Tuozi."
"Mm."
"Let’s go visit the Yinyuan Tree again."
Ying Bing, who had been looking down, trembled her eyelashes at this, suddenly coming back to her senses:
"Why go there again?"
"I think I dropped something there last time."
Alright.
Little Li wanted to see if he could fulfill a wish before leaving, not knowing when he would next see that Yinyuan Tree. The scene he had witnessed in the Hundred Flavors Fruit yesterday had left him a bit shaken.
"Then let’s go look for it."
Ying Bing touched the big-headed doll and nodded.
The two of them left the water clan's cave.
"By the way."
"Mm?"
"What do you think would happen if the True Dragon and True Phoenix were to unite?"
Ying Bing, who had been walking gracefully, almost stumbled at this question. When she regained her composure, she tugged at Li Mo's sleeve.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Um... Just curious. It seems I’ve never heard of the offspring of a True Dragon and a True Phoenix," Li Mo pondered.
"That’s because the True Dragon and True Phoenix have never appeared at the same time."
Little Li was even more confused.
Having seen the Jade Phoenix deity, Ying Bing, with her knowledge, softly explained:
"Because of the power of all beings, the True Dragon and True Phoenix were not originally existing beings, but were born from the beliefs of all beings."
"Now that the Great Yu still exists, with its national fortune gathering the energy of the golden dragon, there’s no mention of the True Phoenix."
"This is similar to the observation of deities; without the faith of all beings, their power will continuously weaken."
After hearing Bing Tuozi's explanation, Little Li seemed to ponder deeply.
In the memories of the mystery of the womb, the mainstream theory was that dragons were also fictional creations.
They were born from various beings worshipped by different tribes, who fought and consumed each other, merging into one, ultimately becoming the totem of all descendants of Yan and Huang.
Well, in his past life, there weren’t so many mysterious powers, let alone the concept of the power of all beings that he still barely understood.
They might not be comparable.
Before long.
The two arrived at the Yinyuan Tree.
"Huh? Did I fulfill my wish?"
Li Mo clearly remembered where he had hung the talisman, but now it was empty. He circled the Yinyuan Tree a few times, but there was no sign of the talisman.
"Bing Tuozi, my talisman is missing. Do you have any clues?"
"Maybe someone picked it up?"
Ying Bing quietly turned her head to the side.
"How rude! Which son of a gun would do something so despicable?"
Little Li was furious.
Slap—
Suddenly, a sound echoed in his ears.
It was Ying Bing, expressionless, squeezing the big-headed doll until it creaked.
"It’s just a talisman. I can hang ten or eight more later."
Li Mo felt his anger dissipate.
Being squeezed like that made his scalp tingle.
This sense of empathy was too direct...
Having already said goodbye to the Wu Qing couple, Li Mo planned to leave the Southern Wilderness with Ying Bing and return to Qingyuan Sect.
His mount had gone back home.
Li Mo couldn’t rely on Bing Tuozi to plan the route, so he borrowed her map.
The two walked to a small pavilion not far from the Yinyuan Tree.
However, as soon as he unfolded the map, he froze.
"Li Mo Village... Li Mo Mountain... Li Mo River... Li Mo Clan..."
The map was quite accurate, but many places were not labeled, which was normal. Maps bought from the Hengtong Trading Company were the same; they couldn’t possibly detail every little place.
But it was well-known that Bing Tuozi was directionally challenged.
Little Li couldn’t help but picture the scene in his mind.
The cool and aloof Qingluan goddess getting lost, pulling out the map to figure out her location, only to become even more confused, not knowing where she was.
So she picked up a pen...
"These places are definitely here."
Ying Bing took back the map, her clear eyes serious.
"Mm-hmm, that’s right."
Looking at the delicate hand still gripping the big-headed doll, Little Li nodded.
Then he took out his own map and began planning the way back.
After a while.
In the pavilion, Li Mo rubbed his forehead, just about to look into the distance when he noticed two figures under the Yinyuan Tree not far away.
Ying Bing followed his gaze.
There, not far off, was the cheerful leader of the Qingluan clan, Shang Qin Qing.
She wasn’t alone; beside her was a pure monk wearing a gauze hat, about fifteen zhang away from the small pavilion.
A pure monk?
Wasn’t that the Huai Kong monk!
Shang Qin Qing looked at the Huai Kong monk, her expression melancholic.
"Hiss..."
Little Li gasped, sensing that something was off, and quickly held his breath, locking down his aura.
The renowned monk was so close to a female demon!
This was far more scandalous than Old Xue searching for the Xuan Dan with a lantern; he couldn’t afford to sleep too soundly tonight.
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