Lin Su hid in the medicine field, gently pulled out an unknown grass and threw it into his backpack. He stood up and rubbed his sore waist that he couldn't straighten up. He wiped his sweat and called out: "Senior Brother Mingshan, medicine field
The weeds have been cleared.”
Mingshan, whose thoughts were wandering to the sky, came to his senses in a daze. He immediately kicked the panting Lin Su and said viciously: "You little bastard, you are screaming."
The tall and muscular Mingshan pointed to the dense medicinal field and said: "Check again, I found a weed and beware of your life."
Lin Su spat at Mingshan who walked away expressionlessly, raised his hand to block the hot sun, exhaled, took off his gray monk clothes to cover the mouth of his basket, and smiled bitterly at the bright sun. Who would have thought that such a compassionate person would
The authentic Shaolin Temple of Buddhism actually has such crazy people.
Lin Su is a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple, with the Buddhist name Mingzheng. The bald man with a sinister face is his senior brother Mingshan. This person is also a ruthless character in the Yaotian area. It is said that everyone in the Yaotian has been bullied by him and has been bullied.
At first, people went to the Discipline Academy to complain, but as Mingshan not only went unpunished, but intensified, they realized that someone in the Discipline Academy was wiping Mingshan's ass, and all those who complained were beaten back, so that no one complained afterward.
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Later I heard that Mingshan had a distant cousin in the Discipline Hall.
"Little master, do you want some water?" The old monk carrying water stopped at the edge of the medicine field, scooped up a ladle of water and handed it to Lin Su.
Lin Su put his hands together in salute, took a hearty sip, then raised his head and drank it all, handed the gourd and water ladle back, and saluted again: "Thank you, master."
The cold water is particularly refreshing today.
The old monk was a decrepit old man. The folds on his face could kill flies. His teeth were almost gone and he still did the work of carrying water. Lin Su didn't know what the old monk's dharma name was. He didn't ask until the old man told him.
Called Master.
The old monk glanced at the basket under the monk's clothes and asked: "Where are you going to get these weeds that no one cares about, young master?"
Lin Su replied: "There is a lot of open space at the foot of the mountain. You might be able to survive if you move there."
The old monk asked again: "There are so many chores in Danwanyuan that you, a medicine boy, are so busy that you are almost hung up on your neck. What kind of weeds do you care about? If you leave them on the edge of the field, they will wither after a while. Isn't it beautiful to feed back the medicinal herbs in the field?"
Lin Su shook his head, "Who said medicinal herbs must be nobler than wild grasses."
The old monk folded his hands, said "Amitabha" softly, and left with water.
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As dusk fell, Lin Su dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, took a quick shower and went to bed, falling asleep amidst the discussion of "pointing out the country".
"The village at the foot of the mountain has really suffered. I don't know how to anger the evil people. In just three days, more than a dozen people died unexpectedly. I heard that there were two fang holes in their necks when they died, and all the blood was sucked out.
, so miserable.”
"Shaoshi is doing evil under the mountain. Isn't this a provocation to the Shaolin Temple? Let me catch that evil man and he will be better off."
"Pull him down. You are an evil man who cannot be caught by the dozen masters of Bodhidharma Academy. Don't just let him suck his blood dry in one or two strokes. I'll give you a full set of skin removal and bone removal."
"Not only at the foot of the mountain, but also in several nearby villages, strange things happened. Almost all the people from Bodhidharma Academy were sent out to investigate."
"..."
Lin Su had a dream that night. In the dream, he could open a light curtain and gain enlightenment on martial arts techniques easily.
"It is indeed a dream, such a real dream." Lin Su got up unsteadily, trying not to disturb other people who were still sleeping. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth early, and read the "Secrets of Shaolin·Pan Pills" on the table attentively.
Basics》.
A gust of evil wind blew through the clothes and made a rustling sound. I don't know if it was caused by sand grains or something else. His eyes were filled with tears. He took some water and rubbed them. As soon as he opened his eyes, Lin Su knocked down the washbasin in fright.
It rang once.
"Mingzheng, please be gentle, you are so clumsy." Monk Mingshan cursed, but did not get up from the bed, and fell asleep again while thinking casually.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lin Su apologized quickly, straightened the basin, and ran out. He looked around and saw no one around, then gently touched his eyes, "What is this..."
Golden mist lingers and turns into words.
Name: Lin Su
Skill: 0 years
Arhat Boxing: Beginner
Basic Alchemy: Getting Started (2/10)
Good and evil value: 10
Lin Su was surprised and happy. He often listened to storytellers under the overpass telling stories. Adventures and opportunities were very attractive, but they were just stories. He never expected that such a thing would actually appear one day and happen to him.
On my body, God opened my eyes.
Looking at the good and evil values steadily, he pondered for a long time, and compared with the description of the basic alchemy, he drank softly: "Improve the basic alchemy."
Lin Su was overjoyed when he saw that basic alchemy changed from basic (2/10) to basic (3/10), and the good and evil values were reduced by 1. Just as he had guessed, the good and evil values could improve his understanding of basic alchemy. He was surprised.
The earth was superimposed 7 times in a row, and in an instant, the basic alchemy skill transformed into a small success (1/100).
"What a clear alchemy technique." The alchemy technique in his mind slowly became more profound from a little understanding. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Lin Su always felt like there was an alchemy master living in his brain.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
The morning bell rang, and not long after, there was a sudden humming sound from Shaoshi Mountain.
Mingshan integrated the disciples in the medicine field, and said with a big slap on the iron basin: "Today, the task of weeding is temporarily suspended. Master Puji is starting to make elixirs. He is in urgent need of a batch of old herbs. Please stay calm and don't affect me."
The impression in Uncle Puji's mind is that maybe if he is happy, I won't have to do dirty work in the medicine field."
Everyone is slandering that Uncle Puji promoted you because he was blind.
As soon as I heard that I was going to deliver the medicine, everyone was full of energy. Uncle Puji was very important in Danwanyuan. He was the only three medicine masters in Shaoshi Mountain who could independently refine Xiaohuan Dan. Not to mention promotion, it was just simple.
If you say a word, even the people of Danwanyuan Ming Dynasty will flatter you.
At noon, the twelve medicine boys in the medicine field prepared the names of the Puji list one by one. Mingshan checked them three times and then called on the boys to set off carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.
Outside the alchemy room, Ming Shan smiled like a spring breeze, wiping the sweat from his forehead again and again. Everyone stretched out their tongues to breathe under the scorching sun. The clothes of Ming Xin, the most bloated monk, were all wet, and he looked like he was fished out of the river.
Puji was not in the alchemy room. There were only a few white-clothed monks of Ming Dynasty lighting fires and selecting medicines. The tall alchemy furnace was filled with the fragrance of elixirs. Mingshan swallowed thickly, and the others followed suit. The fragrance of the elixirs filled the air.
So thick.
Pills are luxury goods in the eyes of monks in gray clothes. The leader of the medicine field like Mingshan can't taste two pills a year. When he saw the pill furnace being opened today, he was full of ugliness.
Lin Su smelled it, shook his head lightly and said, "It's a pity. If Schisandra chinensis could have entered the elixir furnace twelve breaths earlier, this herbal elixir would have been even more perfect."
The monk who was entering the alchemy room from behind the crowd with a smile froze, glanced at Lin Su with a more profound look, and said: "Ten breaths is better, twelve breaths is still too long."
A group of monks carrying bamboo baskets turned around in surprise and saluted respectfully: "I have seen Uncle Puji."