"If you love her, give her twelve hours and the most beautiful stars."
The fat guy drifted back and forth in the small temple courtyard like an overweight, worried ghost, carrying waves of resentment. This somewhat affected the harmonious atmosphere that the Monk had cultivated there, as the fat guy's Primordial Spirit was already very strong and now seemed to be heading toward the development of suffering souls. This change could very well make him reach the Ghost King level.
Of course, the Monk and Foye didn't worry much about it. If the fat guy really managed to make himself into a Ghost King, he might as well find some tofu and knock himself to death. It's just that his Primordial Spirit has a significant radiation impact on the surrounding environment. When the fat guy is in a bad mood, the environment responds accordingly.
In the morning, the Monk, as usual, came to the courtyard to water the flowers, glancing at the fat guy, he laughed:
