Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

"Uh-huh."

Mu Xueyan secretly rejoiced: "Go quickly, the master is waiting for your good news."

"okay."

Shi Bao finally found a place to use his skills. He was full of energy and turned into a stream of light, flew out of Lingyan Temple and disappeared into the sea.

-

The back mountain of Lingyan Temple.

Hu Qianqiu left the temple and breathed a sigh of relief.

“The island is rich in fine wine…”

Ji Feiyang smiled and gave a suggestion: "Instead of wandering around in the mountains, why not find a beautiful place, enjoy the sea breeze, and drink some wine, senior, what do you think?"

"Don't provoke me."

Hu Qianqiu glanced at him and joked, "If you want to drink, just say so. It's you who's addicted to alcohol, right?"

"Senior, you are very wise and you guessed it right at once..."

Ji Feiyang is straightforward, free and uninhibited, and admitted without hesitation: "I wanted to drink. The temple is not a place for people to stay. I have been holding it in for a few days, and I am itching to hold it in. I am almost suffering from a psychological trauma."

"Hahaha, let me hear you say that."

Hu Qianqiu was in a rare good mood and looked at him with particular favor: "This master..., ahem, this master also hates temples very much. Seeing those pretentious, hypocritical old monks makes me sick and want to vomit."

"Let's not say these unlucky words anymore."

Ji Feiyang was afraid that the old monks would hear him, so he dragged people away and said, "Let's go drink somewhere. Let's drink for three days and three nights. Don't come back until you are drunk."

"hehe."

Hu Qianqiu saw through his little thoughts and didn't mind his offense, so he let him drag her away from the back mountain.

"These two guys finally got together, a pair of drunkards."

The Mirror Spirit was hiding in the dark, not satisfied with watching the show, so he quietly followed.

-

Lingyan Temple, Zen room.

"This little donor is the new mayor of Longyan City?"

"A great hero who saved thousands of people?"

"The little girl that the wise wizard was talking about?"

At this moment, the presiding abbot and the two elders Huiyuan and Huitong finally saw the smart, cute and clever little girl as described in the legend.

However, the little girl was completely different from what they had imagined.

The handsome young man in a green robe and a blue ribbon tied around his hair, looked nothing like a ten-year-old girl.

There is not the slightest resemblance.

Mu Xueyan was very confident in her disguise skills. She let them look at her. Her calm and composed appearance made the three monks feel inferior to her.

"All sit down."

Master Zhihui pointed to the three cushions on the ground and motioned for the three to sit down.

The implication is very clear: don't be rude in front of the little donor and make a fool of yourself in front of outsiders.

"Yes."

The three monks' old faces turned red, they sat down as they were told, and said nothing more.

"Master of Wisdom."

Mu Xueyan smiled and got straight to the point, stating her own conditions: "In fact, I came back this time to ask for a favor."

"Young donor, please speak."

The wise wizard seemed to have anticipated what she was going to say, and his smile was a little forced.

"I would like to ask for a small piece of immortal stone."

Mu Xueyan pretended not to notice his change in expression and said bluntly: "Master, there is no need to make things difficult for me. Whether you agree or not, I will not force you. I just want to take it back to honor you."

"How big a piece of immortal stone do you want?"

The wise master pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively, "To be honest, the immortal stone is only the size of a thumb, and it is extremely hard. Even if it is cut by a knife or burned by fire, it cannot be shaken at all."

"so small?"

Mu Xueyan had heard from Shi Bao that the fairy stone was not big, but she didn't expect it to be even smaller than she imagined.

"Monks don't lie."

Master Zhihui clasped his hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha" a few times.

"A small crystal stone only the size of a thumb can nourish the mountain spring and prolong a person's life after drinking it?"

Mu Xueyan didn't mind the old monk's excuse, but became more interested in the fairy stone.

"I heard from the senior masters of the Dharma Academy about the origin of the immortal stone."

The wise mage was open-minded and did not deliberately hide it: "They speculate that the fairy stone is not a product of this world, but comes from the upper world."

"The abundant energy contained in the immortal stone may be closely related to the true immortal, which is the legendary immortal power."

"It's just that people like me who practice immortal cultivation have not yet reached the realm of true immortals, and we are unable to absorb immortal spiritual power for our own use."

"Therefore, the elders of the Dharma Academy decided to place the immortal stone in the mortal realm, so that it can be put to good use and benefit the working people. This can be regarded as the compassion of our Buddha, and the merits are immeasurable."

~

"So this is ah!"

Mu Xueyan suddenly realized, "Then the rumor that the immortal power is selenium mine was spread by you to deliberately confuse the world."

"Young donor, your guess is correct. We have no choice but to do this."

The wise master was ashamed: "Money can attract people's attention. The royal families of various countries are eyeing the immortal stones. We can only find some strange stones to mix them with real stones. No matter who asks for them, we give them one piece to deal with them perfunctorily."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Mu Xueyan clapped her hands and laughed: "Master Zhihui is indeed a great monk. This method is wonderful."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh at me, little donor."

The wise master's face turned red, showing a rare look of embarrassment.

"No, no."

Mu Xueyan smiled jokingly: "I am sincerely grateful. Master, you told me the truth and did not pass off inferior products as good ones or use fake products to fool me."

"The young donor is very talented and has the protection of gods and Buddhas."

Master Zhihui hinted, "How can you be so easily fooled?"

"Master, you are overpraising me."

Mu Xueyan greeted politely: "Master, you are truly thoughtful and wise. Otherwise, the royal families of various countries would rob and plunder, and war would break out, killing all the people, and the residents of the island would also suffer."

The wise master comforted him: "Young donor is indeed a smart person, you understand it immediately."

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore."

Mu Xueyan had a flash of inspiration before her eyes and stood up to say goodbye.

"Little donor, benevolence."

When Master Wisdom saw that she did not mention asking for the immortal stone again, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The presiding abbot and the two elders Huiyuan and Huitong stood up to see them off.

"You are welcome, three masters. We will meet again if we are lucky."

Mu Xueyan declined with a smile, and then her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"hiss."

When Huiyuan saw her disappear out of thin air, he was shocked and took a long breath.

"Your humble almsgiver can only do what we can do."

Huitong clasped his hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha" a few times.

The presiding abbot looked at Master Zhihui with some concern: "Senior, from what you can see, will the young donor be angry if she leaves like this?"

"Buddha said, don't say it."

Master Zhihui did not give a direct answer, but picked up the wooden fish and began to chant.

The presiding abbot's mouth twitched a few times, and he stared at the back of his bald head for a few seconds, then smiled bitterly.

"Master Host, you are still not as open-minded as Master Wisdom."

"Brother, you shoulder a heavy responsibility. The lives of hundreds of disciples in the temple, good or bad, all depend on your thoughts. Naturally, you can't live as easily as Master Zhihui."

The two elders Huiyuan and Huitong exchanged glances, sighed secretly, and left the meditation room with the presiding abbot.