Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Da'an! Da'an! Do we have any books about spiritual practice at home?"

Under the camphor tree in the courtyard, Mu Ling'er asked Mu An this question while eating cake.

Mu An wiped Mu Ling'er's cream-covered face with a tissue and straightened her crumpled clothes.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

The four-year-old girl sat on a stone bench, her two restless little feet swinging back and forth in the air.

"Hehe, I just suddenly wanted to cultivate! I want to become as powerful as you, Da'an!"

I want to fly in the sky, I want the Golden Cudgel, I want to be as powerful as the Monkey King in the story, and I want to knock all the bad guys away!

As she said this, Mu Ling'er's eyes widened, and her restless little hands grabbed a branch that had fallen from the camphor tree and waved it wildly in the air in the courtyard.

"Hey! You wicked monster! Take this from Old Spirit!"

The comical sight made Mu An burst out laughing. He reached out and ruffled Mu Ling'er's hair.

Just as Mu Ling'er was about to protest about her hair, Mu An naturally changed the subject.

"The Monkey King has lived for over a thousand years, and you, Little Ling'er, are still so young, how old are you already an old spirit?"

"Huh? Huh...Is that so?"

Children's thinking is often linear; at any given time, they can only think of one thing, and their attention is easily drawn to other things.

Although Mu Ling'er considers herself very clever, whether as a five-colored lotus or as Mu Ling'er herself, she is no older than four years old.

To be more precise, if converted to human age, Mu Ling'er, as a five-colored lotus, "lost her life" before she was two years old and "traveled" to present-day Qing'an County.

Mu An's simple words plunged Mu Ling'er into deep thought. Her dirty little hands touched her chin, getting her face dirty and leaving seven or eight handprints on the monster pajamas.

The little girl counted on her fingers for a long time under the tree.

"It was suppressed for five hundred years, the journey to the West took fourteen years, and the alchemy furnace took forty-nine days... No, no! One day in heaven is one year on earth, so it should have been forty-nine years in the alchemy furnace..."

"Five hundred, fourteen, forty-nine... what's that in total? Da'an said it's been over a thousand years, which means..."

Amidst the extremely earnest murmurs, Mu Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly.

"I understand! The Monkey King has lived for 1,500 years!"

Although he didn't know why the three numbers added up to 1,500, nor why Mu Ling'er only remembered these three numbers, Mu An had no intention of correcting Mu Ling'er.

It doesn't matter how many years it is; whatever number of years Xiao Ling'er says, that's how many years it is.

The heavens and seas are filled with worlds set against the backdrop of Journey to the West, and there is always a 1,500-year-old Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Even if the current timeline doesn't have one, he can find a monkey that meets the requirements from the past or the future.

Besides, creating several Journey to the West worlds directly and turning them into games for Xiao Ling'er to play would also be a good option.

For Mu An now, creating a world is a very simple thing, even without relying on the power of his original body.

Thinking about all this, Mu An looked at the branch in Mu Ling'er's hand.

The tree branches may look ordinary on the surface, but they contain boundless vitality and possess immense power to change the world.

If this branch were thrown into an ordinary world, it would most likely be given a prestigious name such as the World Tree.

The reason is simple: this branch fell from an ancient camphor tree and was a gift from the camphor tree's spirit to its young master.

As an innate spiritual root that existed since the beginning of time, the ancient camphor tree has already reached the level of a Golden Immortal.

Although only a few thousand years have passed in the Nine Realms, nearly a million years have passed in the Star Realm.

As the only innate being who has always stayed in the Star Realm, Camphor Boy's cultivation has surpassed Li Yin's, making him the strongest being in the Five Elements True Monarch faction.

The branch that Mu Ling'er is holding alone contains a complete little world.

Looking at the branch carefully selected by the camphor tree boy, Mu An made up her mind.

Since Little Ling'er likes the story of the Monkey King, we'll use this tree branch to forge a golden cudgel in a while.

But right now, it's more important to encourage the little one.

Mu An looked at Mu Ling'er with a smile, affirming Mu Ling'er's arithmetic ability.

"Little Ling'er is amazing! She even knows that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven lived for 1,500 years!"

A white lie successfully won over Mu Ling'er, and the little guy raised his head and swayed back and forth in front of Mu An.

When Qinghe came over, she was extremely proud, puffing out her chest and acting like she was incredibly awesome.

"Did you hear that?! I, Mu Ling'er, am the best!"

The silly look was very effective on Mu An, but much less so on Qing He.

Before Mu Ling'er could utter any more outrageous remarks, Qinghe had already grabbed Mu Ling'er by the collar with one hand and lifted her up.

This action also awakened Mu Ling'er's fear of Qinghe, and she immediately wilted, casting a pleading look at Mu An.

"Darling! Darling! Help! Help!"

Unable to get a response to her plea for help, Mu An, sitting under the tree, started drinking tea and adopted a spectator's attitude.

Mu An rarely got involved in Qinghe and Mu Ling'er's affairs.

Qinghe is a very sensible person. She knows what she can and cannot do, so Mu'an doesn't need to worry about her.

Qinghe glanced at Mu An, who was only smiling, and then at Mu Ling'er, who had gotten herself all dirty, and sighed helplessly.

She held Mu Ling'er with one hand and gently patted Mu Ling'er's bottom.

"Little Ling'er, didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to go into the pond alone, and that you're not allowed to scratch your clothes with your little hands that you just finished eating cake?"

Qinghe's tone remained gentle, and her actions were not exactly rough, but Mu Ling'er completely deflated.

She held onto Qinghe's dress with her small hands and apologized softly.

"Dahe, I was wrong, can you please not be so mean to me?"

The little one's voice was soft and sweet, which made Qinghe give up the idea of ​​disciplining Mu Ling'er.

As someone who had seen that picture book, Qinghe knew a little about things related to Mu Ling'er.

From an educational perspective, Qinghe felt that Mu'an was spoiling the child far too much these days.

Of course, Qinghe felt that she had no right to say anything.

After all, she did quite a few outrageous things back then.

As long as Mu An felt it was appropriate, she was willing to continue acting out the play, even if she didn't think it was the right thing to do.

Thinking about all this, Qinghe adjusted her movements and picked up Mu Ling'er.

"Okay, okay, let's forget about it today. I'll take you to take a bath, but don't do it again next time!"

"Hehehe! Dahe is the best!"

"Hmm? You're not calling me a bad guy today?"

"No way! Ling'er has a sweet tongue!"

"Small in stature but big in intelligence!"

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