Chapter 571: 570
Two small claws clutched tightly onto the protruding bead, and the round, bulging eyes that were tightly shut at this mont, the head pressed against the bead, utterly enchanted as if enjoying imnsely. Ye Tian looked both annoyed and amused, “You little bird brat, did you co here just for this damn bead? You really have nothing better to do.”
Ye Tian ruthlessly pulled the green bird away, then grabbed the green bead with his hand. Unexpectedly, this grasp made Ye Tian step back twice, and the hand that hadn’t yet touched the bead also retracted.
This bead was chilling to the touch, making it virtually impossible to handle; this was only a part of the bead, who knew how cold the whole bead would be once dug out.
If we talk about coldness, Ye Tian had already experienced it in the Nushen Tower beneath the Nepal Temple, where the Bodhi Tree’s extre yet gentle coldness was enough for him to handle, but the bead in front of him had a different kind of feel to it, unlike the yin cold, it was purely as cold as the Arctic Ice Field, as if it was sliced right off from there.
A one-inch strip of Gang Qi emitted from his fingertips again, while the warm energy inside his body enveloped him once again, breath held and spirit lifted, a cold and warm aura mingled again. This ti, Ye Tian did not rashly reach out his hand as before, but slowly tested through the warmth at his fingertips. Indeed, the chill was as intense as ever, not only did it not accept Ye Tian’s gentle probe, but it also repelled without a trace of compassion, even just an inch of Gang Qi didn’t give in. This left Ye Tian feeling sowhat at a loss and helpless. It seed that so far, there hadn’t been anything that could stump him, only this ti, it really troubled him.
It seed that the green bird couldn’t stand it anymore and pounced again onto the bead, recklessly wrapping its claws and wings around the bead, and looking like that, even if the Pale Eagle from that day was brought here, it probably wouldn’t let go… let its claws go.
This is indeed strange, Ye Tian scratched his head, how can this little bird easily embrace the bead and seem completely comfortable?
Mockingly laughing, Ye Tian said, “Forget it, forget it, if it’s yours, it’s yours, let get the bead out first before you hold it.”
Apparently understanding Ye Tian’s words, the green bird obediently released its claws and wings, flapping around nearby, just waiting for Ye Tian to pry the bead out. Ye Tian scoffed, cursing the green bird as ungrateful, and also mockingly thought to himself how a big living person didn’t have the luck as good as a little bird brat.
Although the green bead was formidable in its own right, its surrounding rocks were far inferior. Probably influenced by the green bead over the accumulation of days and months, these rocks also carried a cold aura, but compared to the bead itself, it was significantly weaker. Ye Tian didn’t need to use much force and carved a piece of rock from the rock wall, though it took so effort, it wasn’t too strenuous. Not daring to catch it with his hands, he let the green bead, still wrapped in a thin layer of the rock’s face, fall to the ground. The green bird instantly lifted the green bead in its claws and flew to land on Ye Tian’s shoulder.
Now, Ye Tian really couldn’t underestimate this little bird brat. The dive just now had indeed shown its true capabilities, although short in distance, the green bird’s speed was absolutely first-class, and it could also in the blink of an eye hold a stone far heavier than its body, just this alone, this little fellow is truly making a lot out of a little.
Perched on the shoulder, the little bird held onto the green bead tightly, like a greedy little old man. Initially, Ye Tian was worried that the bead touching his shoulder might cause trouble, but as of now, nothing happened. It seems that as long as it doesn’t touch his skin, there shouldn’t be any issues.
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Ye Tian and the bird returned to Two Zen Temple in the middle of the night, the back courtyard was inaccessible, the Monk Kurong used so kind of thod, if it were an ordinary person there wouldn’t be a problem, even a thief could audaciously climb over the wall, but those with cultivation, regardless of its depth, were all blocked outside by a Barrier, leaving Ye Tian envious, vowing to beco a thief in his next life.
When Ye Tian woke up in the Buddhist temple the next day, he saw a group of people pointing and gesturing in the main hall. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly shuddered uncontrollably. It was almost midsumr; why was it still so cold?
“Brother Tian, you’re awake.”
Zhang Ling’er pointed in a direction and said, “Look quickly. That bird you brought back seems to be sowhat off.”
Following her pointed direction, Ye Tian looked over and his expression darkened; it would be strange if things were fine.
The statue of Shakyamuni Buddha was entirely covered in frost, yet the green bird, sleeping serenely in the Buddha’s palm, showed no issues at all. Besides its feathers looking more abundant, there was nothing wrong, and it remained the sa size.
“Awake?”
The tone of this question lacked the politeness of Zhang Ling’er, carrying an uncontrollable anger in its words.
Turning his head, it was Monk Kurong, the third in charge of the Two Zen Temple, ranking just below their mistress and her daughter.
“Hehe, a small matter, just a small matter,” Ye Tian said while grinning playfully. He approached the green bird without regard for how the Monk puffed his cheeks and glared, hopping up to scoop up the bird. He also casually removed the grass nest that Zhang Ling’er had made.
The bead on the ground attracted the attention of the crowd.
Zhang Liang, who had rushed back unexpectedly, squinted his eyes and asked, “Is this yours?”
Ye Tian shook the green bird, but couldn’t wake it from its deep sleep, so he turned around and sheepishly grinned, “I don’t know, who knows where this little birdy brought back this bead from.” Even though he was tempted, he did not reach out to grab it; there are fortunes Ye Tian knew he shouldn’t partake in.
Zhang Liang crouched down, trying to grab the bead on the ground. Ye Tian saw his hand hadn’t touched the bead yet when his brows furrowed, stopping just two inches away from it and not getting any closer. Though Ye Tian maintained an expressionless face, he felt a sense of schadenfreude internally. It seed he wasn’t the only unlucky one; there were others just like him.
Seeing this scene, the Monk curiously exclaid and also crouched down to pick it up. However, just like Zhang Liang, even though he got a little closer, within an inch, he too failed to touch the bead with his hands.
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