There is a mountain range in the extreme north of the Daqian Dynasty, stretching for two thousand miles, covered with snow all year round, like a silver dragon spanning the sky and the earth.
This is where the famous Daxueshan Sect in the martial arts world is located.
Daxue Mountain is one of the three major sects of Daqian and has 108 monasteries.
King Kong Temple is one of these 108 temples.
It covers an area of about 100 acres, with red walls and yellow tiles. The courtyards are one after another, one after another, just like a Buddhist mandala.
In front of the temple are several ancient trees, blocking out the sky and the sun, with tangled branches.
Behind the temple are a series of spiritual pagodas, laid out in the shape of snow peaks, enshrining the relics of eminent monks from past dynasties.
"Dangdang..."
"Dangdangdangdang..."
The sound of the bell floated melodiously in the sky.
The chanting stopped suddenly, and soon, gray-clad monks filed out of the Main Hall, their bald heads as bright as light bulbs.
Hundreds of monks quickly dispersed after leaving the Main Hall, finishing their morning classes and beginning to perform their respective duties.
Some were sweeping, some were practicing martial arts, some were going to the dining hall, and some were fetching water and cutting firewood. The quiet temple suddenly became lively.
The restaurant is especially busy.
There are nine long tables in the spacious dining hall, thirty meters long and three meters wide. The tabletops and benches are polished.
Twelve monks were busy bringing the bowls filled with food to the long table, with lids on the bowls to prevent them from cooling too quickly.
They serve and receive the dishes with great skill, and they serve and deliver the dishes with great skill, cleanly and extremely fast.
A rugged middle-aged monk was serving rice while shouting: "Fa Ning! Give it to Senior Uncle Yuanzhi... Oh, bring food to Junior Brother Fakong."
Later, his voice weakened and he shook his head with a melancholy look on his face.
"Yes, Senior Brother Faming." A young monk who was as white and fat as Maitreya Buddha agreed and stepped forward with a simple and honest smile on his face.
The rough monk Faming's voice rose again and his eyes widened: "No stealing is allowed on the road!"
"Senior Brother Fa Ming!" Fan Ning's big, white, fat face showed grievance and said dissatisfied: "How could I eat secretly!"
"Hmph, if you didn't eat secretly, how could you be so fat!" Fa Ming curled his lips. Fan Ning still wanted to defend himself, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go and come back quickly!"
"……yes!"
Faning agreed gloomily, and with a big belly, he carried his lunch box and left the dining hall.
"Alas... I still feel that Uncle Yuanzhi is alive." Fa Ming shook his head and sighed.
"It has been seven days since Uncle Yuanzhi passed away."
"The most pitiful thing is Junior Brother Fa Kong. The master who we depended on has left, and I am left alone in this world. How can I not feel uncomfortable, so I gave him an extra bowl of rice." Fa Ming looked pitiful.
"Now that Uncle Yuanzhi has left, Junior Brother Fakong should be able to find a more relaxed job, right?"
"Disaster."
"Um--?"
"The Medicine Valley was given to Master Yuanzhi by the temple. Junior Brother Fakong has inherited Master Yuanzhi's mantle. Of course he must inherit the Medicine Valley and continue growing medicine."
"The Yao Valley is not small. It's okay for two people. Junior Brother Fakong is alone...and his body is too weak. Can he bear it?"
"Sigh... Junior Brother Fakong's qualifications are indeed... If you can get started with Little Arhat Boxing, it won't be so difficult."
"...Senior Brother Faming, what precept did Uncle Yuanzhi break?"
All the monks looked at Monk Faming curiously.
Under normal circumstances, the disciples of Vajra Temple violated the precepts and simply gave up their martial arts and entered the Qingxin Pagoda to face the wall.
Yuan Zhi was deprived of his martial arts skills, but was given a valley to grow medicine.
"Uncle Yuanzhi should be good at medicinal materials. Planting medicinal materials is a waste of time. ...Stop talking and get to work quickly!" Monk Faming waved his hand impatiently.
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Faning left the dining hall carrying his lunch box, with his big belly and thick legs, looking as clumsy as an elephant.
He is actually like a white bear, extremely fast, and his fat body does not affect his speed.
He strode out of the Vajra Temple and rushed down the steps made of ice and snow.
The ice and snow steps were hard and slippery. He sprinted forward with long strides, but his feet were like super glue, sticking firmly to the steps without slipping.
The gray monk's robe clung to his body and made a buzzing sound, revealing his round belly and his momentum was astonishing.
After rushing down more than 200 steps, we turned into a small valley.
As soon as I stepped into this valley, I felt warm as spring.
His fat, white face couldn't help but smile.
In the center of the valley is a round lake with a diameter of about 100 meters. The lake water is like a round mirror reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.
Surrounding the lake are fields, neatly arranged like small square grids, with different medicinal materials planted in each field.
A pinewood hut was built near the fields. In front of the house was a square pinewood table, with a tea stove, teapot and teacups placed on the table.
In the bright sunshine, a thin young monk was carrying water to irrigate the fields.
He was wearing a short gray monk's robe. His appearance was ordinary and he stood inconspicuously among the crowd. He was thin and the two barrels carried on a pole seemed to crush him at any time.
He walked unsteadily among the fields, swaying, water spilled out of the barrel from time to time, and fell into the soil in a trickle.
The front and back of the gray monk's robe were stained with patches of white frost from sweat, as white as his face.
But his expression was focused and peaceful. He was swaying, sweating profusely and turning pale, but his calmness was not diminished. It seemed that he was not suffering but enjoying.
"Brother! It's time to eat!"
Fanning's tone was full of dissatisfaction. He stepped forward and lifted the pole to his shoulder, as easily as picking up a straw stick.
Taking advantage of the situation, he handed over the wooden box again: "Brother Fakong, how many times have you told me, just leave the water to me!"
"Junior Brother Faning." Fa Kong smiled, took the lunch box, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's early enough today."
Even though he looked so embarrassed, his expression and behavior were still calm and leisurely, exuding a sense of leisure and contentment.
"Brother, why bother yourself!" Fan Ning said dissatisfied.
In a few steps, he carried two buckets of water to the edge of the field, poured them into the ditch, and then strode back to the lake to fetch water.
Fakong shook his head and smiled.
I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. No matter how tired I am, I have to water the water on time, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable and awkward all over.
He sighed secretly.
The fate between people is really hard to say. Some people are still incompatible with each other after getting along for a long time, while some people feel like old friends at first sight and develop deep friendships in just a few days.
Faning only delivered meals for a few days, and the two of them have become like good friends for many years.
He worked hard all the way in his previous life, from an orphan to a fortune worth tens of millions. He was ups and downs in the business world, fighting his way out.
As the saying goes, kindness does not control soldiers, justice does not control wealth, his heart has become cold unconsciously, and it is very comfortable to get along with a simple and kind-hearted person like Faning.
He carried the lunch box to the front of the house, put it on the pine table, made two cups of tea, and waved to Faning: "Junior brother, that's all."
Fanning had already carried water back and forth six times at this time.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
He is worthy of being a prodigy who has advanced from the ninth level to the fifth level in just two years. Two buckets of water weighing more than one hundred kilograms are as light as feathers in front of him, and carrying the water is like playing.
"Senior brother." Faning put down the carrying pole and sat down opposite him, making the chair creak.
Faning raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp. He said dissatisfiedly: "Next time, you must remember to ask me to fetch water!"
Fa Kong smiled and agreed.
Faning can indeed help him, but Faning also has responsibilities and is very busy, so how can I let him help me with peace of mind.
He felt that he could not trouble Faning all the time, and this was exactly what Faning was dissatisfied with. He felt that he was too outsider.
Fakong opened the wooden box and took out three bowls of vegetables and two bowls of rice.
The three dishes include two meat and one vegetarian.
Not to mention a plate of high-stacked beef and a plate of large knuckles, even a plate of fried Chinese cabbage was shiny and shiny. In his previous life, it was typically high in oil, salt and calories, which was extremely unhealthy.
The disciples of Vajra Temple must practice martial arts and do not abstain from eating meat. Instead, they must eat meat every meal.
As soon as he smelled the aroma of meat, Fakong's stomach suddenly growled.
Resisting the urge to pour all the food into his stomach at once, he chewed slowly.
These three extremely unhealthy dishes were just right for his current body. He had to make his body fat first so that his blood would be stronger.
It just so happens that this body is naturally weak, so no matter how much you eat, you won't gain weight.
"Senior brother, there are new members in the temple today. We have four more junior brothers. These four junior brothers are all of the highest caliber."
"Congratulations." Fakong chewed a piece of beef and nodded lightly.
The stronger the Vajra Temple, the more benefit I will get from being a disciple of the Vajra Temple. I can enjoy the shade under the big tree.
The prosperity of martial arts in this world means extreme danger, and Vajra Temple is your best refuge.
"Master Yuan Ming wants to send a new junior brother over to help you, senior brother. I'm trying to find a way to make Master Yuan Ming change his mind and let me come over."
Fakong nodded lightly and put another piece of beef in his mouth.
All precious medicinal materials are grown here. The longer the time passes, the stronger the medicine will be. The medicinal materials here are at least ten years old.
The original owner was adopted by Master Yuan Zhi when he was a child and grew up in this medicine valley. Although his martial arts qualifications were poor, he was taught by Yuan Zhi since he was a child and was good at growing medicinal herbs.
Yuan Zhi passed away seven days ago, and he was the only one left. His body was weak, and it was really difficult for him to take care of this medicine valley by himself.
It doesn't matter if he is tired, causing the loss of medicinal materials, that is what the Vajra Temple does not want, so it is reasonable to send a new disciple to the temple to help.
"Alas... Uncle Yuan Ming is really stubborn. No matter how much I plead, he won't change his mind!" Faning sighed.
"You came here to help plant the medicine, but you overused the material." Fakong smiled and put the beef into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
Faning is a fifth-grade master.
In the martial arts world, the realm of martial arts is divided into four categories: human yuan, earth yuan, Tian yuan, and divine yuan.
Ren Yuan is to practice Jing Qi.
The essence circulates in the body and cannot leave the body. To strengthen the body, the focus at this stage is strength, speed and moves.
Warriors at this level are third-rate masters.
Diyuan is about practicing Qi.
The true energy uses the meridians as its path. By running special routes, it can temporarily enhance one's own strength or speed, and can also use objects to hurt others. The true energy can be driven into the opponent's body through the palm of the hand or a sword, and the opponent's meridians can be bruised.
Masters at this level are second-rate masters.
Tianyuan is about practicing Gang Qi.
True Qi is Qi, while Gang Qi is like water, more refined and pure, and its power is also incomparable.
The most important thing is that Gang Qi can leave the body.
It can attack from a distance, and the force of fingers and palm can directly strike away from the body, penetrate into the opponent's body, and damage the meridians or internal organs.
You can use special mental techniques to condense the body-protecting aura, which is as tough and dense as cloth. It can not only dispel the infuriating aura on your sword or palm, but also injure the opponent.
The masters at this level are called first-class masters and top masters.
The divine energy further up in these three realms involves the spiritual realm.
It is often a person who has both talents and opportunities. Occasionally, a flash of inspiration and a wonderful secret come true, and that is a great master.
The world is so big that there are only a handful of great masters.
As far as Fakong knew, the Daxueshan Sect had its own system and was divided into nine levels.
The human realm is ninth and eighth grade, the earthly realm is seventh and sixth grade, the Tianyuan realm is fifth and fourth grade, the divine realm is third and second grade, and above the divine realm, it is first grade.
And Faning is young. He has only practiced martial arts for two years and has reached the fifth level. He can protect the body with Gang Qi and is extremely talented. How can he be allowed to come to the Medicine Valley to help grow medicine?
This is a waste of time.
"I will definitely make Uncle Yuan Ming agree!" Faning encouraged herself.
He thought to himself.
Senior Brother Fakong is not only in poor health, but also has poor martial arts qualifications, and these new junior brothers are all martial arts wizards whose qualifications are not inferior to his own, so it is inevitable that they will despise Senior Brother Fakong.
How can Senior Brother Fakong live comfortably if he sends such a person here?
Even if he beats up the new junior brother severely, it may not be effective to establish his authority for senior brother Fakong.
So it's best to come and help yourself.
Fakong nodded: "Junior brother, when your Little Arhat Boxing reaches the eighth level, you will start practicing the Eight Vajra Arts?"
"right."
"Don't you want to continue practicing Little Arhat Boxing anymore?"
"Master said that by practicing at the eighth level, you already have a deep enough foundation. There is no need to practice further. Others will stop practicing after they reach the sixth level."
"Isn't there a master who has reached the tenth level?"
"Master said that Master Miaoling's practice of Little Arhat Boxing to the tenth level was due to fate. It was God's will rather than manpower. It cannot be forced."
"If I have to practice to the tenth level, how long will it take?"
"Master said that if you don't have enough opportunities, there is no hope of practicing for a hundred years. There are several seniors in our temple who have practiced Little Arhat Boxing all their lives, but they still failed to reach the tenth level. It is a waste of time. It is a pity."
Fa Kong nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, you should go back, otherwise Senior Brother Fa Ming will talk about it again."
"Then I'm leaving, senior brother, remember not to carry water!" Faning reluctantly stood up and warned worriedly.
Although Fakong's body was weak, he felt like he was seeing his elder brother. In his eyes, his frail body was as steady as a mountain.
Moreover, Fakong spoke in an unhurried manner, calmly and gently, which made him very comfortable and inexplicably gave rise to trust and dependence.
"Okay, okay, go ahead." Fa Kong smiled and waved his hand.
After tithing, Fanin turned around and strode away.
Fakong watched him leave with a smile, and continued to eat, thinking about his bizarre experiences while eating.
It has been seven days since I came into this world.
Although only seven days have passed, everything in the previous life seems to have passed seven years, and it suddenly seems like a big dream.