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, which are laid out in the direction of the snowy 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 dining hall 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 depended on us 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 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 a 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 noise, revealing his round belly and his impressive momentum.

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 his 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."
To be continued...