Finn Guo didn't really understand these things.
But he also knew that these pills were good for him.
Since they were good things, naturally he should accept them.
"Thank you."
Finn said politely.
Seeing Finn accept the pills, Gary Gongsun breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems this disciple of Quinn Ye is also quite easy to talk to.
He just looks a bit silly, and seems to be a mortal too.
But having made the mistake of underestimating Quinn before, Gary Gongsun didn't dare to really think Finn was a mortal.
Perhaps this disciple was just like his Master, hiding his light under a bushel.
"Why don't you come in and sit for a while?"
"Okay, okay."
Gary Gongsun and Bella Bai entered the courtyard.
Finn very politely brewed a pot of tea for them and poured a cup for each.
Gary Gongsun picked up the teacup and was about to drink.
But he saw that the tea water was emerald green, and wisps of incomparably pure Spiritual Qi permeated from it.
Gary Gongsun's expression changed.
"Spiritual Liquid?"
He looked up at Bella Bai.
The latter was also holding her teacup, staring blankly at Gary Gongsun.
"Master, could this be a whole cup of Spiritual Liquid?"
Bella asked.
Gary Gongsun nodded solemnly.
Bella instantly gasped.
This is too extravagant, right?
Entertaining them directly with a whole cup of Spiritual Liquid?
Gary Gongsun was fine; his cultivation was profound. Drinking this cup of Spiritual Liquid directly could make his cultivation a few points more vigorous.
But if Bella drank it, her body probably wouldn't be able to bear it.
There was a danger of her meridians rupturing.
"Why aren't you drinking?"
Gulp.
Finn drank the whole cup of tea in one go.
He had been working all morning and was really a bit thirsty.
As he spoke, he poured himself another cup and gulp, drank it down again.
After drinking, he acted as if nothing had happened, shouldering his hoe to go hoe the ground.
This left the Master and disciple dumbfounded.
Holy crap?
Can Spiritual Liquid be drunk like this? Just chugging down two cups like that?
Aren't you afraid that the majestic Spiritual Qi contained in the Spiritual Liquid will directly blow up your body?
Not to mention a mortal with no cultivation.
Even a martial artist like Bella, who was already at the Spirit Awakening Stage, wouldn't dare to drink Spiritual Liquid like this.
"Master, he..."
Bella was a bit dumbfounded.
Gary Gongsun looked solemn.
"As expected of that Expert's disciple. He is estimated to be that kind of peerless genius who rarely appears in the world. His constitution is special, able to drink Spiritual Liquid like water."
Bella was tongue-tied.
"Is there really such a genius?"
The corners of Gary Gongsun's mouth twitched.
"Otherwise, can there be any other explanation?"
Bella fell silent.
She suddenly envied Finn very much.
No wonder he could be accepted as a disciple by Quinn Ye; it turned out he was such an extraordinary peerless genius.
She was truly far inferior.
Eh?
Why do I have to compare myself with him?
There is no need to be jealous of him, right?
Could it be that deep down, I also yearn to become Young Master Ye's disciple?
No, no.
I must snuff out this terrible thought.
Bella took a careful sip of this pot of tea.
Then she didn't dare to drink anymore.
Even this small sip caused the Spiritual Qi in Bella's body to skyrocket.
Thanks to Bella constantly circulating her cultivation technique, she managed to digest this small sip of Spiritual Liquid.
Gary Gongsun had profound cultivation, so he drank a whole cup.
After this cup went down, steam rose from Gary Gongsun's body, and his eyes became extremely spirited.
"Although my cultivation hasn't broken through, my Spiritual Qi is thirty percent more vigorous than before."
Gary Gongsun was secretly pleasantly surprised.
He didn't expect that just this one trip could bring such an opportunity.
A pot of tea was finished just like that.
Gary Gongsun drank three cups.
It felt incredibly comfortable.
However, waiting until the afternoon, Quinn Ye still hadn't returned.
This puzzled the Master and disciple a bit.
What kind of shopping down the mountain takes so long?
Finn was also wondering.
Logically speaking, the market at the foot of the mountain wasn't far. A round trip, if fast, would take four hours.
But why did Quinn go out early in the morning and still not come back when the sun was about to set?
Could it be that he encountered something?
Finn was worried.
He looked at Gary Gongsun and his disciple.
"You two, why don't you go back first? I also need to go down the mountain to look for my Master."
"No problem, no problem. We disturbed you today. We will come to visit again next time."
Gary Gongsun stood up and said.
Although he didn't see Quinn, it wasn't a wasted trip.
At least the gift was delivered.
And he had established a relationship with Quinn's disciple.
The Master and disciple went down the mountain and left.
Finn waited for a while longer.
Still not seeing Quinn return to the mountain.
He was really anxious.
"Big Fuzz, let's go down the mountain to look."
"Woof woof!"
Finn locked the courtyard door and took Big Fuzz down the mountain.
Meanwhile, Quinn Ye.
Was indeed in some trouble.
He had bought his things and was about to return to Cloud-Drifting Mountain.
As a result, a monk popped out from nowhere, claiming that he was some Holy Son and wanted to take him back to the Buddhism Sect in the West Realm.
This confused Quinn.
I am perfectly fine. I haven't become a monk, nor have I worshipped at any temple. How did I inexplicably become a Holy Son?
This title sounds quite intimidating.
"Benefactor, I am really not a liar."
Monk Hugo put his palms together, stood in front of Quinn, and said anxiously.
Quinn was on the verge of exploding.
He had been pestered by this monk for a full two hours.
From various Buddhist histories to the legends of the Holy Son, and the various glories and greatness of Buddhism.
This Monk Hugo chattered endlessly and incessantly, not getting tired at all.
Talking until Quinn was dizzy.
It's just ridiculously absurd.
"Enough!"
Seeing Monk Hugo wanting to chatter endlessly again, Quinn quickly stopped him.
Hugo froze, then was overjoyed.
"Is the Benefactor planning to return to the West Zen Temple with me?"
Quinn clenched his fists.
He really wanted to smack this bald head.
"I will say it again, for the last time!"
"I am not some Holy Son you talk about!"
"Don't mention any Buddhist stuff to me anymore. I don't want to hear it!"
Quinn almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Then he walked past Monk Hugo.
Unexpectedly, Monk Hugo followed him again.
Quinn was angry.
"Get lost!"
He cursed at Monk Hugo.
Monk Hugo was not angry at all, and even showed a smile.
"It seems the Benefactor still doesn't believe me. Then I will tell the Benefactor about the legend of the Holy Son again..."
Quinn took a deep breath.
"You have been talking for so long; it's time for me to talk."
Hugo paused: "What does the Benefactor want to talk about?"
"Do you know why I don't want to go to the West Realm Buddhism with you?"
"Because you don't have true Great Vehicle Buddhism there at all!"
Quinn said loudly.
Hugo shook his head repeatedly.
"This is impossible. My West Realm has thousands of temples. How could there be no Great Vehicle Buddhism?"
Quinn sneered: "Then tell me, what is Great Vehicle Buddhism?"