The world is an actor

Chapter 163 The Poor Abbot Who Wants to Be Strong All His Life!

"So he has everything under his control?"

"I'm not too surprised. According to the script design, isn't it a matter of time!"

"But he's already very strong now, okay, let's...well, not counting Hao Youqian, we are already cultivators, and we should know the basic order of practice, first the physical body and then the supernatural powers!"

"Is this what you read from that novel, Eternal Life?"

"Why don't you count me?"

"To shut up!"

In the program headquarters, Xu Bo, Geng Faming, and Hao Youqian watched the Jiukong Jindan fall to the ground in the live broadcast, and their hearts trembled in unison.

Fang Xiu had only mastered a small part of the nano armor before, and he was already unstoppable, stabbing people every day.

Now that they are all in control, how many martial artists can he play in one round.

"Fang Xiu practiced 20 days earlier than us. Judging from his performance and speed of improvement in the program group, he should be a proud man of the same rank as me. Now he is likely to be proficient in using the tenth substance!"

Geng Faming had his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, and he had a detached temperament to control the overall situation.

A white elegant robe was wrapped around his short and fat body, and his long hair fell down, making him look rustic and naive.

"Can you not be so confident in the second grade!"

When Xu Bo saw Geng Faming, he became angry.

Since this guy made a rough statistics on the situation of breathing training practitioners on the Internet, and found that among those who can respond to the tenth substance, there is only a chance of less than one in ten thousand. After having the same star power as him, Geng found out that he was gone!

This white robe was already the fifth one he had changed into today.

Isn't it just that you can practice, as for it!
Xu Bo shook his head helplessly, and he sat back in his seat, the black gold python-patterned beast-head Xuantian heavy armor on his body creaking.

"So, should we continue to advance the plot tonight? After all, the risk factor has greatly increased, that...?"

Wu Yifan hesitated.

He joined the training team of core members of the program group headed by Xu Bo half an hour ago.

That's right, he also has Xingyao.

Three centimeters long, thin and small!

But in the end there is.

"Keep my heart in my stomach, if it's someone else, I might be worried, but the two of them?"

Xu Bo smiled helplessly: "I'm afraid they won't die!"

……

"After Fang Xiu's guidance, the effect of the breathing training method has at least doubled!"

In the monk's room of the Bitter Cold Temple, Xie Sanfeng slowly woke up from his practice.

The high-intensity breathing training has already formed memory in his muscles and nerves. When he practiced deeply, his mind is clear, free of distracting thoughts, and his efficiency doubles.

His body has been catalyzed by strengthening agents, and has already reached the limit of physical evolution, and the cell particles have long lost the potential to go further.

But Fang Xiu's breathing method can not only slightly improve his physical fitness, but also make it possible for his cell particles to gradually revive their vitality.

As long as the cell activity can be restored to 5%, he can take the strengthening potion again and advance to the fifth level of physique.

As the son of the richest man in Nine Stars, Xie Sanfeng did not love money, beautiful women, fragrant cars, nor did he like food, drink, pleasure and appetite. He only loved martial arts and swordsmanship!
The pursuit of a lifetime is only to reach the pinnacle of human individual force - the ultimate form of an interstellar warrior.

After all, there is no stronger existence than this.

Apart from……

Xie Sanfeng looked at Fang Xiu who was still closing his eyes.

A man like a fan!

Full of charm!
It's a pity I don't have a sister.

Otherwise, let her give Fang Xiu a monkey!
"Brother Fang Xiu, break the fast!"

When Bai Ling'er ran and jumped into the monk's room, Xie Sanfeng was watching Fang Xiu with "lovely" eyes, with light in his eyes!
Bai Linger's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, I suddenly panicked a little.

To grab a man with a man?

Let alone her inexperience.

There is no common sense!
"It's so late?"

Fang Xiu stopped practicing and found that the sky had begun to darken.

Outside the door, groups of monks from the Kuhan Temple lined up to pass by with their hands begging for alms.

"Brother Fang, hurry up and grab a meal with me, there is not much vegetable soup!"

Bai Ling'er stepped forward, pulled Fang Xiu up and left, and before going out, she still gave Xie Sanfeng a look back in protest.

"Why are you staring at me? I don't drink vegetable soup!"

Xie Sanfeng was stared inexplicably.

"Brother Fang, why don't you hurry up, there is no vegetable soup, and the steamed corn bread is hard to swallow!"

When Bai Ling'er dragged Fang Xiu to the square outside the main hall of the Kuhan Temple, there were only a few scattered monks queuing up.

Outside the gate of the hall, there was boiling vegetable soup in a steaming cauldron, and on the dilapidated long table next to it, there were piles of coarse grain steamed corn buns piled up like hills.

"It's a good thing we made it in time!"

Panting heavily, Bai Ling'er said earnestly as if asking Fang Xiu for credit: "I've been guarding the kitchen door this afternoon. The great monks said that each person can only get one cornbread, but the vegetable soup in the pot is obviously similar to the steamed cornbread. I can't count!"

"Then how do you know that you can't eat corn bread without vegetable soup?" Fang Xiu asked with a smile.

"Ah, I also heard from the great monks that half of the bran is mixed in the cornbread, which tastes very rough!"

Bai Ling'er's eyes flickered, her eyes drifted away.

"The next time you steal something, wipe your mouth clean!"

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand, picked up a grain of debris at the corner of Bai Ling'er's mouth, and gently blew it away.

"Oh!"

Bai Ling'er's face flushed instantly, she covered her face with her hands, her feet were so cramped that the soles of her shoes were nearly worn out.

God is pitiful.

She didn't eat breakfast, and it was already afternoon when she arrived at Bitter Cold Temple.

All the box lunches of the crew were eaten up by the actors in the temple.

She had no choice but to steal a prop from the show crew to eat...

"Master, please have an extra bowl of soup!"

When it was Fang Xiu and Bai Ling'er's turn to receive the fast meal, Fang Xiu deliberately ordered an extra bowl of vegetable soup.

The two found a clean place to sit down, and Bai Ling'er couldn't wait to eat the wotou, her appetite was good, and Fang Xiu once thought that the master chef of Kuhan Temple had superb cooking skills.

Coarse grain steamed bread mixed with half of bran, can it be so delicious?
until.

Fang Xiu took a bite.

Well, Linger is right.

If there is no vegetable soup here, the monks who established the foundation will not be able to eat it!
"What's yours?"

Fang Xiu looked at the cornbread in his hand, then at Ling'er, and felt that they were not getting the same thing.

"The smell of chaff!"

While chewing, Bai Ling'er said, not forgetting to take a sip of Shun Shun vegetable soup.

Seeing Fang Xiu looking at her all the time, she felt a little embarrassed, and said, "I've had a good appetite since I was a child, and I'm hungry fast!"

"Very good very good!"

Fang Xiu lovingly rubbed Bai Ling'er's little head, and concentrated on eating the cornbread.

Bitter Cold Temple?
It's good to experience life.

While talking, the number of monks in Kuhan Temple also gradually increased. After queuing up to receive vegetable soup and bran steamed buns, they sat cross-legged on the ground and gnawed silently.

And just as Ling'er said, the steamed cornbread has just been half made, and the vegetable soup has bottomed out!

Later monks only had corn bread!

But the monks seemed to have gotten used to it long ago, and there was nothing unusual about it.

In Bitter Cold Temple, all living beings are equal!

Seriously injured Taoist like Qingsong, and Daoist like Rouyu, who are as delicate as Rouyu, also walked out of the room and lined up to receive the meal.

According to the requirements of the script, when the vision changes suddenly, all the actors must be present.

"I thought you would sneak away!"

Taoist Qingsong walked up to Fang Xiu holding a cornbread the size of a palm, and smiled coldly.

"Senior brother Qingsong, don't be so fierce!"

Rou Yu Daoist also came in style, with a waist like a snake, and a light gauze half exposed.

The two came out a bit late, and they didn't receive the vegetable soup.

"Fellow Taoists, I hope that you will understand the lack of hospitality at Kuhan Temple!"

Abbot Han Ku also stepped forward at this time, dressed in a patched cassock, muffled everywhere, and on his rough face covered with traces of wind and sand, there was an open-mindedness that sees through the world of mortals and a firm belief in saving the world.

"The rolling world of mortals is like purgatory, all living beings are suffering, and they are all people who can be crossed. Kuhan Temple takes it as its mission to save all living beings in the world and to be reborn in the Paradise of Paradise. One meal a day, light soup and coarse grains are enough to satisfy the hunger. The seven emotions and six desires are tempered. Every drop is practice!"

Abbot Hanku's voice is loud and the Buddha's voice is rolling.

"We have been taught!"

Master Qingsong and Master Rou Yu were shocked when they heard the words.

Although Fang Xiu and Bai Linger were confused, they could only stand up with their soup bowls in hand.

"It's your first time to come to my Kuhan Temple, and you may not be used to this corn bread. I will eat it first as a respect, so I will show you a sample!"

Abbot Hanku laughed loudly, his eyes swept over the crowd, he only stayed on Rou Yu for 0.01 second longer, but he stayed on Fang Xiu for a little longer.

Then Abbot Hanku raised his head, bit off the small half of the cornbread in his hand, and chewed for a while, but couldn't chew anymore.

It's so hard!

Is this steamed or baked with fire!
The taste is astringent and thick, so I won't say it.

But Nima, it absorbs a hundred times more water than whole wheat bread!
Looking down at the people of Xuantian Haozong who were full of expectations, Abbot Hanku felt that he might be a little too big this time.

But in front of tens of billions of viewers, once the words are spoken, even the nails have to be chewed and swallowed!
Abbot Han Ku worked hard to keep his face calm and chewed peacefully.

But chewing is really hard, and I have to suppress the irresistible urge to retch.

The whole person seemed to be wearing a mask of pain.

"Brother Fang, or let's give him a bowl of soup!"

Bai Ling'er put down the cornbread in her hand, suddenly she didn't want to eat any more.

"Master, drink some soup to moisten your throat!"

Fang Xiu lost his appetite, and handed the untouched bowl of soup to Abbot Han's mouth.

"Actually, I can do it!"

Abbot Hanku smiled, although he said no, but his body was very sincere, he took the vegetable soup, poured it into his mouth in a hurry, and finally let the coarse grains and chaff in his mouth down his throat.

"Hahaha, be happy!"

Abbot Han Ku wiped the corners of his mouth, laughed loudly, looked at Master Qingsong and Master Rou Yu with piercing eyes, and said calmly, "Why don't you two eat? Do you look down on me, Chen, and Kuhan Temple!"

"No no!"

"Eat this, eat this!"

Master Qingsong and Master Rou Yu looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

But Chen Yimou had spoken, and even if they didn't want to, they had to insist.

Ok.

Chen Yimou, the abbot of hardship.

Yesterday morning, as soon as Chen Yimou was cured and discharged from the emergency cabin, he immediately took a spaceship to the Kuhan Temple and replaced the real monk actor who played the miserable abbot.

Not for anything else.

Only for the more than 800 Xuelinzhi pills on Fang Xiu's body.

There is half of Chen Yimou's shares in it!

Honestly being a director, I can't earn so much in ten years!

But I never expected that the script written by Xu Bo would have so many pitfalls.

"Wait for Lao Tzu to cheat Fang Xiu back to get Xuelin Zhidan back, and then settle accounts with you, Xu Bo!"

Chen Yimou hated secretly, and then looked expectantly at Master Qingsong and Master Rouyu.

After all, ugly can't let him out alone!
It is Chen Yimou's consistent style to drag everyone into the water.

As for Fang Xiu?

Well, let him go for now.

Xuelin Zhidan is important.

The first step is to gain Fang Xiu's trust.

(End of this chapter)