When going down the mountain, the little monk hurriedly chased after them and handed them two wooden boxes.
"The host said, when you have the seeds, place them inside here. Please bring the seeds back and bury them under the Bond-Forming Tree. Amitabha." The little monk said and then ran off.
The wooden box was about the same size as a ring box, engraved with beautiful patterns and exuding a faint fragrance.
"Do you think there truly will be seeds?" After all these years, he had never seen that tree bear seeds.
Chuzheng kept the box safe: "Maybe the time hasn't come yet."
Cheng Mu glanced back at the majestic, ancient temple, his lips curling slightly. He held Chuzheng's hand and continued downward.
On the way back, they encountered a car accident. Chuzheng, who usually didn't like meddling, surprisingly went to help.
After sending the people to the hospital, Chuzheng removed her dirty coat: "Why are you staring at me like that?"
