There is a mountain range that stretches for two thousand miles to the north, covering all year round, like a silver dragon lying across the heaven and earth.

This is exactly where the famous Daxue Mountain Sect in the martial arts world is located.

Daxue Mountain is one of the three major sects of Dagan and has 108 temples.

Vajra Temple is one of these 108 temples.

It covers an area of ​​about 100 acres, with red walls and yellow tiles, and the courtyard is in and out, layer by layer, just like the mandala of Buddhism.

In front of the temple are several ancient trees that cover the sky and the sun, and twisted branches are tied.

Behind the temple are spiritual pagodas, spreading upwards according to the snow peaks, enshrining the relics of monks of all generations.

"Dangdang..."

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The bells float in the sky.

The chanting of scriptures came to an abrupt end. Soon, monks in gray clothes appeared one after another, with bald heads as if they were walking out of light bulbs.

Hundreds of monks left the Main Hall and quickly dispersed. After the morning class, they had to start performing their respective duties.

Some sweep, some practice martial arts, some go to the vegetarian hall, and some go to carry water and chop wood. The quiet temple suddenly becomes lively.

The dining hall is particularly busy.

The spacious dining hall has nine long tables, thirty meters long and three meters wide, with the tabletop and bench grinding.

Twelve monks were busy bringing bowls filled with food to the long table, with lids on the bowls to prevent them from being cold too quickly.

They all carry the dishes with their own skills, and they all carry the dishes with their own skills, clean and neat, and extremely fast.

A rough middle-aged monk shouted while serving the rice: "Fanning! To Master Yuanzhi... Alas, I'll send food to Junior Brother Fakong."

Afterwards, his voice became weaker, and he shook his head and looked melancholy.

"Yes, Senior Brother Faming." A young monk who was as fat as Maitreya Buddha agreed to step forward with a simple smile on his face.

The rough monk Faming's voice rose again, and his eyes widened: "No stealing food on the road!"

"Senior Brother Faming!" Fa Ning's fat and fat face showed grievance and said dissatisfied: "How could I steal food!"

"Hmph, if you don't steal food, how could you be so fat!" Faming curled his lips, and he still wanted to defend himself. He waved his hand impatiently: "Go and go back!"

"……yes!"

Fanning agreed depressedly, and walked out of the dining hall with her big belly and carrying the lunch box.

"Oh..., I always feel that Master Yuanzhi is alive." Faming shook his head and sighed.

"Master Yuanzhi has been silent for seven days."

"The most pitiful thing is Junior Brother Fakong. The master who depends on each other has left, leaving him alone in the world. How can I not feel uncomfortable? I will give him an extra bowl of rice." Faming looked compassionate.

"Since Master Yuanzhi is gone, Junior Brother Fakong should be able to change to a more relaxed job, right?"

"Disaster."

"Um--?"

"The Yao Valley was given to Master Yuanzhi in the temple. Junior Brother Fakong inherited Master Yuanzhi's mantle, and of course he had to inherit the Yao Valley and then plant medicine."

"The Yao Valley is not small, the two of them are OK, Junior Brother Fakong himself... and his body is too weak, can he stand it?"

"Oh..., Junior Brother Fakong's qualifications are indeed... It would not be so difficult for Xiao Luohan Fist to get started."

"...Senior Brother Faming, what precept did Uncle Yuanzhi break?"

The monks looked at Monk Faming curiously.

Under normal circumstances, the disciples of Vajra Temple violated the precepts and directly abolished their martial arts and penetrated them into the Qingxin Tower to face the wall.

Yuanzhi was abolished his martial arts, but he gave him a valley to give him medicine.

"It should be that Master Yuanzhi is good at medicinal materials, and planting medicinal materials is also a punishment for the merits.... Don't talk too much, hurry up and work!" Monk Faming waved his hand irritably.

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Fanning left the dining hall with a rice box, stood up with a big belly and walked with thick legs, as clumsy as if she was an elephant.

He is actually like a white bear, with extremely fast speed, and his obese body does not affect his speed.

He strided 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 rushed hard with big strides, but his feet were like super glue, and he firmly stuck to the steps and never slipped.

The gray monk's robe pressed against his body and made a sound, showing his round belly, making him amazing.

He rushed down more than two hundred steps and turned to a small valley.

As soon as you step into this valley, you will suddenly feel as warm as spring.

His white and fat face couldn't help but smile.

There is a circular lake with a diameter of about 100 meters in the middle of the valley. The lake water is like a round mirror reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Surrounding the lake are the fields, like small square grids, neatly arranged, and different medicinal materials are planted in each garden.

A pine cottage is built next to the field. There is a square pine table in front of the house, and there are tea stoves, teapots and tea cups on it.

In the bright sunshine, a thin young monk was carrying water to water the fields.

He was wearing a short gray monk's robe, and his appearance was not conspicuous in the crowd. He was thin and the two wooden barrels carried by the shoulder pole seemed to crush him at any time.

He walked staggeringly among the ridges, shaking, and the water spilled out of the wooden barrels from time to time and fell into the soil.

The front and backs of the gray monk robe were stained with sweat stains, and the whiteness was as pale as his face.

But his expression was focused and quiet, staggering, sweating profusely and pale, his face did not diminish his calmness, as if he was not suffering but enjoying it.

"Senior brother! It's time to eat!"

Fanning's tone was dissatisfied, and he stepped forward and raised the shoulder pole to his shoulder, as relaxed as if he was holding a straw stick.

He followed the wooden box again: "Senior Brother Fakong, how many times have you said, just carry the water and hand it over to me!"

"Junior Brother Fanning." Fakong smiled, took the rice box, and wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead: "It's early enough today."

Even though he looked so embarrassed, his expression and behavior were calm and filled with a leisurely charm.

"Senior brother, why bother me!" Fanning said dissatisfied.

He took two buckets of water to the ground in a few steps, poured it into the ditch, and then continued to fetch water by the lake.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. No matter how tired I am, I have to water it on time, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable and awkward.

He sighed secretly.

It is really hard to say that the fate between people is hard to say. Some people are still inferior to each other after a long time, while others fall in love with each other in just a few days.

After only a few days of meals, Fanning has become like friends for many years.

He worked hard all the way in his previous life, from an orphan to tens of millions of dollars, rising and falling in the business world, fighting for a bloody path.

As the saying goes, kindness does not control military force, righteousness does not control wealth, his heart is already cold without realizing it, and it is very comfortable to get along with a simple and kind person like Fa Ning.

He came to the house with the rice box, put the rice box on the pine table, brewed two cups of tea, and waved to Fanning: "Junior brother, it's OK."

At this time, Fanning had already carried water six times.

Fakong shook his head with a smile.

He is worthy of being a genius who has been practicing from the ninth grade to the fifth grade in just two years. Two buckets of water of more than 100 pounds are as light as feathers in front of him, carrying water as if playing.

"Senior Brother." Fanning put down the shoulder pole and sat down opposite him, making the chair squeak.

He raised his head and drank the tea, but Fanning said dissatisfiedly: "Next time I will remember to call me to carry water!"

Fakong agreed with a smile.

Fanning can indeed help him, but Fanning also has responsibilities and is very busy. How can he ask him to help with peace of mind?

He felt that he could not always trouble FANNING, and this was exactly what FANNING was dissatisfied with, and felt that he was too dissatisfied.

Fakong opened the wooden box and took out three bowls of vegetables and two bowls of rice.

There are two meat and one vegetable in the three dishes.

Not to mention a plate of high-stacked beef and a plate of large elbows, even a plate of fried cabbage will be shiny. In his previous life, he was a typical high oil, high salt, high calorie, and extremely unhealthy.

All disciples of Vajra Temple must practice martial arts. Instead of quitting meat, they must have meat every meal.

As soon as I smelled the aroma of meat, my empty stomach suddenly rumbling.

He resisted the urge to pour all the food into his stomach, and chewed it slowly.

These three extremely unhealthy dishes are just right for his current body. He must first make his body fat and his blood and energy grow stronger.

But this body is naturally weak and will not be fat no matter how much you eat.

"Senior brother, there are new people in the temple today. We have four junior brothers, and these four junior brothers are all the best."
To be continued...