My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

He was stunned.

All the scolding and Buddhist doctrines he was about to unleash were abruptly blocked in his throat by those few gentle breaths.

The Arhat Subduing Tiger, sitting next to him, became anxious upon seeing his senior brother's dazed expression.

"Witch! Don't try to corrupt my senior brother's Dao heart with such worldly tricks!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger let out an angry roar.

He struggled with all his might to get up and drive away this reckless little girl.

However, the moment he moved, his injuries were aggravated, and he grimaced in pain, his face contorting into an even more ferocious expression.

Upon hearing the sound, Si Zi turned his head to look at the Arhat Subduing Tiger.

Looking at Fu Hu's face, contorted with pain and anger, she felt no fear, but instead giggled.

"Hey old man, why are you making faces at me? Do you think you can scare the rhinoceros like that?"

Sizi stretched out a slender white finger and scratched her chubby little face.

"Shame on you, at your age, still making faces like a child."

The Arhat who subdued the tiger was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

make faces?!

This is the form of the wrathful Vajra! It possesses supreme majesty capable of subduing demons and monsters!

In this blond-haired girl's mouth, it actually turned into funny faces to amuse children?!

"Grandpa, that big bump on your head looks really bad."

Sizi ignored the murderous gaze of the Tiger-Taming Arhat.

She leaned closer and looked at the large, bluish bump on Fu Hu's bald head, which had been punched into it by the old demon Youquan with his fist.

The little girl rummaged through the cat-shaped cloth bag she carried with her.

He pulled out a "band-aid" with a pink pig pattern printed on it.

This was a little gadget that Li Chen made especially for his younger sister when he was extremely bored, using the Tang Dynasty's rejuvenating runes and medicinal herbs.

"Smack."

Si Zi skillfully tore open the packaging.

Under the terrified yet powerless gaze of the Arhat who subdues the tiger.

With extreme precision, he affixed the pink pig-shaped band-aid to the very center of his bald head, a symbol of Buddhist wisdom.

"Put this on, and it'll heal faster!"

Sizi clapped her hands in satisfaction, looking at the pink pig on the bald head of the Tiger-Taming Arhat, and thought it was very cute.

The Arhat who subdued the tiger was utterly desperate.

He was a powerful being at the Nascent Soul stage, and a guardian deity of the Western Paradise.

At this moment, there's a pink pig stuck to his bald head?!

If this gets back to Xiaoleiyin Temple, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it!

humiliation!

This is an even more unbearable humiliation in the mortal world than being beaten just now!

The Arhat who subdued the tiger closed his eyes tightly, preferring to avoid seeing it altogether.

He silently recited the Heart Sutra in his mind, trying to use Buddhist teachings to shield himself from this absurd reality.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... These are all illusions of the mortal world, all tests from the demons and monsters of the Tang Dynasty..."

however.

Just as the two Arhats were trying to use silence to counter the little princess's "tyranny".

It has a unique aroma that is sweet and has a strong hawthorn tartness.

It silently entered their nasal cavity.

Sizi raised the candied hawthorn in her hand.

She looked at the two "old men" who looked utterly dejected and figured they must be exhausted from filming and starving.

"Grandpa, are you too hungry to talk?"

Sizi generously offered his favorite snacks to the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.

"This candied hawthorn is so delicious! The outside is coated with sweet sugar, and the inside is filled with tart fruit. Father and Mother say that eating something sweet will make you feel better."

"Take it!"

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons suddenly opened his eyes, his tone curt.

"We monks... no, we don't need food from ordinary people!"

He kept his lips tightly shut, absolutely refusing to accept this handout.

Moreover, this is the lowest-grade sweet and cloying thing in the mortal world, which is of no benefit to cultivation!

"Oh dear, you adults are just so obsessed with saving face."

Sizi pouted, looking like a little adult who knew everything.

"My elder brother, the Crown Prince, said the same thing when Father Emperor spanked him, but as soon as I put a candied hawthorn in his mouth, he immediately stopped crying."

As he spoke, Sizi actually reached out and touched her.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Arhat Subduing Dragon spoke, she swiftly shoved a plump candied hawthorn into his large mouth covered with a thick beard.

"Ugh—!"

Caught off guard, the Arhat Subduing Dragon was instantly filled with a fist-sized hawthorn covered in hard syrup.

He instinctively wanted to vomit.

However, the candied hawthorn berries of the Tang Dynasty are made with the finest hawthorn berries, cooked with special spiritual honey.

The sugar coating melts quickly upon contact with the temperature of the mouth.

An unprecedented, exquisite blend of sweetness and slight tartness.

Like a sudden storm of spiritual energy, it instantly swept over all the taste buds of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat!

sweet.

It is too sweet.

This is a taste completely different from the Buddhist practice of purifying the mind and abstaining from desires.

This is a pure, intense, and utterly delicious delicacy belonging to the mundane world.

The bloodshot eyes of the Arhat who subdues dragons widened instantly.

His jaw, which had been stiff for thousands of years, involuntarily chewed once.

"Click."

The crisp sound of the sugar coating cracking was especially clear in the quiet corner.

The sweet and sour juice flowed down my throat.

For the first time ever, the Arhat who subdued the dragon did not spit out what was in his mouth.

He froze.

At this moment, all the scriptures about rules and regulations in my mind were completely washed away by this sweet and sour taste.

So this is what food for mortals tastes like?

"How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

When Sizi saw the Arhat Subduing Dragon chewing, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons with joy.

She turned her head and handed the remaining half of the candied hawthorn to the Arhat Subduing Tiger.

"Grandpa over there, why don't you try one?"

Seeing his senior brother's seemingly lost-in-the-daze appearance, the Arhat Subduing Tiger felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his mind.

"No! I will never consume anything that corrupts my Dao heart!"

He kept his mouth tightly shut and shook his head frantically.

But Sizi is a persistent little girl.

She stretched out two delicate white fingers and pinched the nose of the Tiger-Taming Arhat.

The Arhat Subduing Tiger couldn't hold his breath any longer and just opened his mouth to breathe.

A candied hawthorn was accurately dropped into the food.

A moment later.

In a dimly lit corner of the film set.

Two once-powerful Western figures.

A bald man with a pink pig sticker on his head.

A face covered in mud and water stains from wiping.

The two of them leaned against the corner of the wall like two children who had done something wrong, with bright red candied hawthorns in their mouths.

They didn't speak.

Only the occasional crunching sound of chewing could be heard.

The scene became quite comical at one point, yet it also conveyed an indescribable sense of poignancy and eerie harmony.

Seeing that the two of them were finally eating obediently, Sizi clapped her hands with a great sense of accomplishment.

She looked at the two elderly men who were unable to move and were covered in injuries.

Her little brain started working like crazy, and she remembered the bedtime stories Li Chen had told her.