Like a drunkard, the Ancestor Bodhi reached out and snatched the other gourd and drank its contents in one gulp.
Then, he threw the empty container at Alex’s body, humming, “B*stard… You too covet my true body, one that has lost its value. All right, the wine is also gone, and I am also over it. Since you want to eat me, get it done and over with!”
Alex shook his head, “You’re just essence now, and I’m not interested anymore. Compared to that, I should simply just drink the wine.”
He casually took out two more gourds. This time, Alex placed them a little farther away, ensuring that it was out of the Ancestor Bodhi’s reach even if he peeked over. Then, he poured himself a drink in front of Ancestor Bodhi
Ancestor Bodhi had just quenched his thirst, speaking with great righteousness and an expression of heroism. Soon, he was defeated under the fragrance of wine.
“You… How many of these are left?”
Alex said, “There should be thousands of gourds!”
Ancestor Bodhi was depressed. Since there were actually thousands of gourds of wine, wouldn’t he be unable to drink them if he died like this?
“Little kid, I am destined to meet the Ancestor Bodhi. You’re right; to get my true body back, there will be difficulties, but there are always more solutions. We can drink wine while thinking of solutions. When you finish those thousand gourds of wine, I’d have thought of a solution.”
Alex chuckled. “Aren’t you worried that after drinking the wine, the soul of your true body would be completely planted and cannot get back?”
Ancestor Bodhi‘s gluttony unleashed again. He finally stopped beating around the bush and said, “Just be straight with me. What exactly do you want from me?”
“To save a person!”
“Save someone? Who?”
“My father!”
Ancestor Bodhi learned that Alex’s father was also soul-planted, and Alex wanted to freeze the soul to a certain degree under the Ancestral Bodhi Tree. He shook his head and sighed. “It’s not that I refuse, but there’s no way! I was also being soul-planted, but my true body is now poisoned, and there is no way to ease that degree of soul-planting… The thing is, my true body was robbed, and my essence has escaped. I believe that the true body won’t live long. Thus, the Ancestral Bodhi Tree cannot be used for others.”
Alex nodded, “You are very noble, but… This is a hostile act. We must steal your true body back!”
In the end, under the temptation of the wine, Ancestor Bodhi decided to listen to Alex and risk it.
Alex nodded, “Sort of!”
“What about your master? Is he still alive?”
“Long gone, I just got his inheritance,” Alex replied.
“Dang! What about… What about Shelly?” His eyes suddenly became very bright
Alex clearly felt a strong fluctuation in his emotions and seemed to attach great importance to Shelly. Shelly, the tool spirit of Persephone’s Folly Bridge…
Alex had already heard this from the Mahabharata. The key here was even Ancestor Bodhi was so attached to her, so what were that little lady’s origins?
Was she still some kind of Buddhist princess?
Finally, it was the Ancestor Bodhi who took the initiative to stop the topic. He also advised Alex to never mention the word, Shelly, especially in Dairaionji Temple. Otherwise, there would be trouble.
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