Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 74

2020-11-07

Chapter 74 Daily life

That night, Fang Dou felt aches and pains all over his body and felt more tired than the cultivation technique.

Secretly opened the tiger bone wine, took a sip, and felt refreshed.

Immediately, Fang Dou didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and tonic for sweeping the floor?

On the morning of the second day, the sweeper came early, and brought the big broom.

"It's staring at me!"

Fang Dou took the big broom and went out with the sweeper, walking through many doors, not knowing where he was, and bent over. Clean up.

Now that I know I can't get rid of it, I simply put in it and try to get the job done as soon as possible.

Today, Fang Dou calmed down and began to observe the movements of the sweeper.

The movements of the sweeping monk are all the same, as regular as a loop, but not rigid, but as smooth as running clouds and water.

With his physical strength, the ground he swept was cleaner than the Dusting Charm.

Fang Dou's heart became heavy, his previous thoughts changed again, maybe it was a hidden expert.

See how, the Master of Zhang Sanfeng, just fetching water at Shaolin Temple, practicing the martial arts of shaking the old illuminating the new.

Well, this old monk's sweeping Divine Art might be passed on to me!

Fang Dou is bubbling with beauty, and is serious about sweeping the floor. He really treats it as a 'business'.

After three or two days, the body gradually returned to the labor rhythm, and Fang Dou's sweeping movements began to look decent, but compared with the sweeping monks, it still seemed clumsy.

That night, Martial Law returned to the courtyard and found Fang Dou to chat.

"I heard that in the past few days, you followed the monk sweeper and helped the temple clean the ground?"

Fang Dou squeezed his shoulders, "Yes!"

Martial law shook his head, "That old monk, who works stealthily and tricks, likes to use the new Little Monk to trick them into helping them work."

"Many people have suffered losses and are stupid to help. I swept the floor and got nothing!"

"Listen to my advice, if you have time to walk around, there are still many fun places in town!"

Fang Dou was disappointed. Yu, but said earnestly, "You have generously entertained me in martial law, and I can't help but say that sweeping the floor of the temple is also a contribution!"

Martial law stared at him, sighed, "You friend. , I didn't cross!"

Next, he and Fang Dou talked about the major events that Fuyuan Temple faced during this time.

Master Haiyuan is highly respected, and he is also an eminent monk of Shimen. The news of his coming to Fuyuan Temple will make Fuyan Temple's reputation even higher.

Therefore, the whole monastery attaches great importance to it, and the abbot presides over it, together with the congregation of prisons and the first seat, personally in command, in charge of various tasks, and must be comprehensive and without omissions.

Even the slack nature of martial law was called by the abbot to deal with all kinds of chores.

Recently, each church and hall has been brightly lit, cassock monks and red robe monks have worked hard all night, and as for many people's gray robe monks, they have been working non-stop day and night.

"The visit of Master Hai Yuan this time is an opportunity for Fuyuan Temple!"

After saying this, Martial Law said in a low voice, "If you can get his approval , you will be able to compete for the next abbot host!"

Fang Dou saw him slightly sad, "Do you have a chance for martial law?"

"Me?" The fat monk smiled wryly He continued, shaking his head, "Everyone has a chance, but I don't have it!"

He pointed his finger, "Heavenly King Palace, Guanyin Palace and Medicine Master Palace, the first Disciple of the three great halls, is a blessing. The outstanding people selected by the hundreds of monks in Yuan Temple are also powerful candidates for the next abbot!"

The martial law was a little melancholy. But now, I can only look up to each other aloof and remote.

Fang Dou doesn't know how to comfort the other party. After all, he has experienced a lot of this kind of thing. Everyone admires successful people, but when it is his turn to be the other party's stepping stone, the taste is not very good.

"If you still want to sweep the floor, just go for a few more days. You won't need to wait until Master Haiyuan arrives. You can stay here at ease, don't walk around casually, so as not to cause trouble!"

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Martial law told me to leave again and again.

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Fang Dou continued to sweep the floor. Yesterday, he heard martial law say that this floor sweeper is not an expert. He believes this.

In Fuyuan Temple, there are two complete training systems for warrior monks and mana monks, as well as promotion systems for monks, gray robes, red robes and cassocks.

In this environment, it is unlikely that there will be a leftover bead like a sweeper!

So, let's take it as a college vacation to experience life, sweeping the floor is also a member of the laborers, no shame!

After sweeping for a few days, Fang Dou found that he was used to the life of sweeping the floor during the day and resting at night.

Suddenly one day, the sweeper stopped and solemnly pulled Fang Dou aside.

"You go!"

Fang Dou was stunned, "Don't you want me to help?"

The old monk nodded, "I just pinched my finger. Forget it, you and I have run out of fate!"

Fang Dou felt disappointed, but then realized that something was wrong, "Aren't you a monk, how can you figure it out?"

"I became a monk. Before becoming a Taoist priest, he used to be a Disciple of a great Confucian scholar. Among the six arts of the gentleman, the one he is best at is 'Innate Change Numbers'!"

Fang Dou blinked, the amount of information was a bit large. A monk, and a Taoist priest, once worshipped under a certain great Sect, and you have taken up all three.

How could such an awesome person get to the end and sweep the floor?

"The fate is over, you can go!"

The monk sighed then said, full of infinite melancholy, like seeing the annual grass withering and the flowers falling. open.

Fang Dou was silent for a moment, then asked, "Master, tell me, is the sweeping job done?"

The sweeping monk shook his body and then shook his head. , "Absolutely not!"

At this time, a tall monk, walking fast and furiously, shouted, "Old bastard, the floor has been swept, and the pond has to be dredged, so don't hurry up. !"

The old monk broke down with a calm expression, nodded bowed and asked, "The old monk has always been sweeping the floor, how can he dredging the pond?"

"I don't care, it's an order from above, it's not fun Go!"

The old monk nodded bowed, sent away the Great Buddhist Monk, and turned around quickly, "I recalculated, you and I seem to have an unbroken fate, but..."

There is nothing behind him, and there is no shadow of Fang Dou.

"Young people today!"

The old monk sighed, "The fate of you and me is still in the future! I can't hide it."

......

"Old fogey is very bad, and wants to use me as a tool!"

Fang Dou's dream about 'expert' was finally shattered, After so many days of sweeping the floor, I finally realized that 'will of the people is vicious'.

However, it is not for nothing. If he has a system, the skill 'sweeping the floor' on the panel must have been upgraded to full level lv10.

Back in the courtyard, Fang Dou summoned the crocodile spirit again, spit out the remaining pickled corpse, and began to refine it.

“en!”

After bad luck comes good luck.

This time, Fang Dou's refining of bean soldiers was as smooth as the flow of water.

This meat bean can continue to refining the pickled corpse.

"Strange!"

Fang Dou didn't stop when he saw the abnormality, if he continued refining.

As a result, he got a very special bean soldier, which could not be seen from the outside, but it took a full twelve pickled corpses to complete the sacrifice.

The bean soldier held a long spear, shrouded in golden light, and suddenly his back arched up, and two big drums appeared.

Seeing that the bulge was about to burst, the bean soldier finally regained his composure and continued to stand up straight.

Fang Dou went around behind him and saw that on the back of this bean soldier, there were still two bulging bags, which were hard to the touch and looked like knuckles inside.

(end of this chapter)