After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Upon returning to the Dragon Clan, Di Yexuan recounted the day's events to the person before him, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke.

"You mean Mo Shitian, right?"

He has his reasons.

He didn't say anything more because the person in front of him was too calm. How could he be so composed when faced with a problem involving a cub?

"Why don't you react at all? Mo Shitian has his reasons. As the little guy's other father, are you just going to let him teach the cub cultivation like this?"

"You didn't see what happened today, did you?"

Di Moxiao raised his eyes and glanced at his brother, whose face was flushed red, before speaking, "I know everything."

"How did you know?"

Di Yexuan suddenly thought of the elder who was with him, "Did that old man Tenglong tell you that?"

"No"

"You actually went to the scene today?"

There's only one possibility: the other person has always been there, which is why they're so calm.

Di Moxiao neither denied nor answered. He had indeed received the call from the Dragon Bracelet, but he had not shown himself yet.

"Have you found the person I asked you to find?"

When this was mentioned, Di Yexuan fell silent. Where could he possibly find that person? Perhaps he had already returned to his underworld.

"I've looked for the Divine Sword Sect, but he's not there. That guy wears this mask all the time; who would recognize him if he took it off? Anyway, I've never seen his real face."

Di Moxiao didn't have much thought about whether or not he could find Ming Qing, because this was the only request the cub had made to him, so he didn't want to disappoint him.

"Humans, for food, find him."

Di Yexuan raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't deny Di Moxiao's words, because if the other party said it, it must be true.

"Then I'll go down the mountain tomorrow and have a good talk with him."

After Di Yexuan left, he got up and walked out the door. He looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky and disappeared under the moonlight, leaving only a golden residue.

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an rolled around in bed wrapped in a sheet, occasionally kicking someone next to him, until he finally managed to wrap himself up completely.

"Mmm-mmm?"

What do they need to borrow here?

Mo Shitian looked at the cub that had successfully wrapped itself up so tightly that it couldn't get out, like a cicada pupa unable to move. Instead of untying it, he raised his hand and pushed it.

The cub rolled to the other side with a gurgling sound. He smiled slightly and, under Mo Shan'an's puzzled gaze, began to carry him outside.

Moreover, they decisively cut off the overgrown sheet, and the cub was still wrapped up and carried away under their armpits.

"The moon is beautiful tonight; let me take you outside to see it."

"??"

"Ooh!"

Mo Shan'an wanted to sleep. He didn't want to look at the moonlight at all; he just wanted to sleep.

As soon as he stepped outside, Mo Shan'an noticed that it was unusually bright tonight, and then he saw a blue light emanating from not far away.

"Ooh?"

"Would you like to see what it is?"

After hearing this, Mo Shan'an looked up at him speechlessly. "Aren't you walking that way? What good will it do if he says he doesn't want to go?"

"Hey? What brings you out here, benefactors?"

When Qinglian saw Mo Shitian, although she asked him that question, she wasn't surprised by their appearance.

"Woo-hoo?" What's that?

Mo Shan'an immediately noticed a blue lotus bud on the lake surface, emanating from it.

I didn't see it in the lake when I came in today.

Seeing the young beast's curiosity, Qinglian explained the origin of the blue lotus to him.

Legend has it that when Buddha passed through this place, he saw that the people were devoted to Buddhism, but the area was deserted and lacked spiritual energy, making cultivation impossible. Some disciples even contracted strange illnesses.

“The Buddha is merciful. He casually tossed a lotus seed into the lake, and the next day a blue lotus appeared here, named the Shelian. Gradually, the spiritual energy recovered, and the disciples’ strange illnesses gradually disappeared.”

When Qinglian spoke these words, her face was filled with solemn reverence.

Later, the temple's name was changed to Qinglian Pavilion.

Mo Shan'an was completely bewildered after hearing this. Why not change it to Qinglian Temple?

"The word 'temple' is not elegant enough and does not match the lotus."

"Ooh!"

You can read minds!

The other party innocently clasped his hands together and explained, "Benefactor Long, this humble monk can guess from your face."

The cub looked at the six monks sitting cross-legged on the lotus leaves beside the blue lotus, and the blue light gradually turned into gold. In the middle and above, the old monk personally poured spiritual power into the flower bud.

"Ooh?"

What are they doing?

Mo Shitian scoffed at the Buddha the little monk was talking about. The rumors were getting more and more absurd. The Buddha bestowing lotuses was a joke. What he cared about was when the lotus seeds would be ready.

"Master and the others are protecting the Lotus. The Lotus will bloom and bear fruit every thousand years. Humans who eat the Lotus seeds can live longer each year, and demons who eat them can increase their cultivation by a hundred years."

Therefore, at this time, there will inevitably be some uninvited guests watching Shelian intently in the darkness.

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

After hearing this, Mo Shan'an nuzzled the person who was hugging him with his head and said, "Did you hear that? There's spiritual power!"

Mo Shitian glanced at the cub that kept nuzzling him in his arms, raised his hand to pat its head, and looked at the monsters that were stirring in the dark night, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Demon Lord, you wouldn't happen to have come here for the Lotus too, would you?!"

Seeing the actions and expressions of the two people, one big and one small, Qinglian guessed a little. But would the Demon Lord care about five hundred years of cultivation?

"Woo-hoo"

Mo Shan'an struggled to get rid of the sheet wrapped around him, and guiltily gestured in the air, meaning, "I won't thank you for your great kindness, I'll give you more black stones."

"........."

Qinglian was somewhat self-aware; if the Demon Lord wanted to take it, no one here could stop him.

"Wow"

Ripples began to form on the lake water. As the flower buds slowly unfolded, the air was filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the lake water splashed everywhere with a loud bang.

A golden bead lay in the middle of a lotus seedpod. Qinghui reached out to pick it up, but was suddenly attacked by several demonic forces from the lake, and he could only dodge the attacks.

"Hahaha, old monk, after a thousand years, this lotus has finally bloomed."

After seeing the monster hidden in the lake, they opened their mouths wide and stared intently at the half-human, half-fish monster.

"Whoosh!" Mermaid!

Mo Shitian glanced at the fish spirit fighting with the monks in the distance. What mermaid? This ugly thing can be called beautiful?

"Master, your disciple is here to help you."

With more and more monsters getting involved, the fellow disciples were overwhelmed.

Mo Shan'an noticed that the monks seemed to be having some trouble winning the fight, and wondered why there were so few monks in Qinglian Pavilion.

"Huh?" Aren't we going to help them?

Mo Shitian curled his lips, picked him up and sat in the pavilion next to him, not worried at all about the lotus seeds being snatched away, and leisurely played with the cub's little paws.

"Heh, they're just a bunch of trash, no need for me to lift a finger."