Ye Qingyu didn't even think about preventing Ai Qingshan from getting Bodhi seeds. Nothing at all. Even if Ye Qingyu knows that Bodhi seeds are precious, they can refine alchemy, improve spiritual consciousness, remove demon poison, stabilize spiritual soul, etc., the benefits are really numerous and countless. Moreover, it is very rare.

But Ye Qingyu didn't want this Bodhi seed, which obviously had some origins. She still remembered her own experience of self-denial under the influence of this Bodhi child, and she was extremely impressed.

Not to mention slaughtering oneself, it is an extremely terrifying thing to cut off the family. She hasn't seen Hong Chen yet, she is still in love! If she becomes a monk, her A Ye wakes up and must not faint again? !

If this Bodhi child falls into her hands, Ye Qingyu is worried that one day she will be saved by this Bodhi child if she is not careful.

Therefore, watching Ai Qingshan pick up the bodhi seeds, Ye Qingyu not only regretted it, but even felt relieved.

But this breath was not over yet, it had already reached the eye of his throat, and was suffocated by Ai Qingshan's behavior again.

Ai Qingshan pulled away the silver hair beside him, and began to pick it up on the ground with his fingers. After digging a few times, a small hole was deducted. He unexpectedly put the golden bodhi in it, and buried the excavated soil back.

Ye Qingyu panicked. Is Ai Qingshan trying to plant Bodhi seeds into his own space? Isn't this Bodhi child his? He was stained with blood and tears, didn't he recognize the Lord?

Regardless of whether he recognizes the Lord or not, has she agreed to plant such a weird Bodhi seed into her space? Does he still want to turn his space into a Buddhist holy place? ! How does this work? !

As long as he thinks about it, in his own space, there will be a lot of Buddha's voices, and the Sanskrit sounds will be curled up, Ye Qingyu wants to die.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! What are you doing?!" Ye Qingyu didn't care about anything and flashed directly into the space. The space is going to be destroyed, even if someone finds out that she has space, it doesn't matter.

Ai Qingshan ignored Ye Qingyu's roar, but looked at the small dirt pit buried by him with scorching eyes.

Ye Qingyu couldn't help but looked down. This look didn't matter, Ye Qingyu almost stared out his eyes in surprise.

The Bodhi seed that had just been buried has now been topped out of the soil, and a few shoots are blowing in the wind.

Ye Qingyu felt that this Bodhi child had an extraordinary origin and was very strange. She didn't have to throw it in a hurry. Originally, she saw Ai Qingshan picked it up. She was still relieved. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, this guy planted the Bodhi seed.

The key is that there is no need to water, no need to fertilize, and it grows into a sapling in the blink of an eye. Ye Qingyu seemed to have forgotten the magic of Yulian's spatial soil, what kind of life it was.

At this time, Ye Qingyu would not simply think that she could solve the problem by pulling out this seemingly weak sapling. This Bodhi seed is planted in his own space, who knows what kind of change it will bring to the space.

Therefore, Ye Qingyu was really anxious and roared out.

"Ai Qingshan!!"

Ye Qingyu's roar caused a gust of wind in the space, and even the remaining sound caused ripples.

Ai Qingshan, who was indifferent to Ye Qingyu's roar, saw that the young sapling had almost been poisoned by Ye Qingyu's Hedong Lion's roar, and he was so scared that he hurriedly bowed to protect the young sapling.

Waiting for the aftermath to pass, Ai Qingshan Shi Shi Ranran got up, folded his hands together, and said to Ye Qingyu: "Amitabha! Donor, the monk's title of repentance."

Ye Qingyu shook his head, closed his eyes, and opened again.

"Also "little monk"! Go to your coded "little monk"! Once you have lived for hundreds of years, you still call yourself "little monk"! This will immediately be upgraded to "old bald donkey"! Give it back to yourself A law name, do you want to be shameless?!"

However, looking at Ai Qingshan, who looked calm and peaceful. Suddenly, Ye Qingyu couldn't continue to curse, and felt a sense of powerlessness.

At this time, Ai Qingshan was bald, and was still wearing the same shirt that Ye Qingyu had captured last night, but with this image, Ye Qingyu saw purity, piousness, and indifference from it. Is this still the wretched old man yesterday?

The heart has changed, the temperament has changed, even the face looks dissimilar.

Ye Qingyu took a deep breath, and his tone eased, "Why do you want to plant it here? Don't you want to own it?" Ye Qingyu tempted Ai Qingshan, hoping that he could harvest the young sapling.

"Amitabha Buddha, who seeks the supreme bodhi of interest, must be pure in one's mind, and Fukuda is pure."

Ye Qingyu raised her eyebrows and asked nahanly: "Are you pursuing Buddhahood?"

"Amitabha, Bodhi is the original nature, pure nature is bodhi, and it is not a form of cultivation, let alone a form."

Ye Qingyu didn't know whether to be fortunate. When nothing happened back then, because of some classic Buddhist sayings, he went to look for more to see, and now he can understand what Ai Qingshan is talking about.

There is a cloud in the Buddhism, and Ye Qingyu is more impressed: Life is like being in thorns, the heart is not moved, the person does not move rashly, and the person does not move without hurting. If the heart is moving, people move rashly, hurt their body and hurt their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world.

It was because of this passage that Ye Qingyu changed his attitude towards those so-called relatives, and it would not hurt if he did not move.

"Okay, don't drag the scriptures with me, I ask you, but you got the inheritance of Buddha cultivation?" This Ai Qingshan, one sentence after another, has changed too much! Ye Qingyu doesn't think that a person who has been insignificant for a lifetime suddenly repents and can speak out.

"Amitabha Buddha, the little monk has sinful sins, and it is a great blessing to be enlightened by the Buddha. As for the inheritance, the little monk does not dare to expect or deserve it."

"Ai Qingshan..."

"Amitabha, the little monk repents."

"Heh, do you think you are not Ai Qingshan anymore if you change your name?! Your past, the evil you have done, do you think you cry, say, I regret it, and you can pass?! That's it. What are the police doing?! What about the innocent people who died in your hands?! They deserve to be unlucky?!"

Although Ai Qingshan did not understand what a "policeman" was, he understood the general meaning, "Amitabha, the little monk should have returned to heaven and earth with death apologize. However, the little monk still has troubles. The little monk needs to take care of the holy tree Bodhi. Wait for the holy tree. When the bodhi is restored to life, the little monk must repay the cause and effect for what he has done. Amitabha, also asks the donor to allow the little monk to live longer.

During this period, the little monk set up a house on this mountain. At the same time, the little monk can take care of this fairy mansion for the benefactor, farm the land and raise the beasts, and the little monk can do it all. "