Chapter 84 Jing River

This was a red carp, incredibly good-looking, especially its pair of eyes that seemed exceptionally lively. No wonder Bearded Wang boasted about it—its appearance was truly splendid.

The Little Monk carefully cradled the fish in his arms, hurrying towards the riverbank with his little legs.

At the riverbank, after he released the fish from his embrace, he slowly exhaled a breath of relief. Mimicking his master, he slowly brought his palms together, murmuring, "Amitabha, how merciful, how merciful."

The moment the carp touched the water, it stirred ripples, poking its head out to nod at the Little Monk before vanishing from sight.

The Little Monk watched the carp swim away, then touched his own flat pocket and sighed softly. He had been planning to buy a Fire Crystal Persimmon to taste; those red, translucent persimmons looked very sweet, and he had been longing to try one for a long time.

"Are you feeling a bit of regret?" a gentle voice sounded by his ear.