Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

Digging soil—
Early in the morning, before the mist of the morning light had dissipated, Fang Mingjing came to the bamboo forest of Yuyue Peak, digging with a small shovel in his hand.
More precisely, he was digging bamboo shoots.
“Do you need help?”
A hoarse voice sounded beside him.
The evil god in human form squatted beside Fang Mingjing, his eyes were always imprinted on him.
“No, I can get it done soon.”
Fang Mingjing said lightly.
So the evil god stopped talking.
Because of the use of spiritual power, Fang Mingjing made it very easy, as if the shovel in his hand was not digging soil, but loose snowdrifts.
Soon, a bamboo shoot with a faint aura was dug up by the roots. Fang Mingjing threw the shovel behind him, picked up the bamboo shoot and put it into the storage ring.
“Okay, now you can hand in the quest—Ugh”
“What’s wrong?”
“My legs are numb.”
Looking at Fang Mingjing, who stood up with a frown and a face of discomfort, the Evil God’s expression did not change, but she reached out and squeezed his calf lightly.
Fang Mingjing leaned on her very simply.
Until the numbness in his legs disappeared, he smiled softly, which made the evil god’s weak eyes soften and warm.
She left Yuyuefeng with Fang Mingjing.
After a while, the two came to a pavilion called Zixiao Hall in the inner gate – this is where the disciples in the Holy Land usually receive tasks.
“I’ll hand in the task.”
Ignoring the stunned gazes of the inner disciples in the Zixiao Palace, Fang Mingjing went straight to the senior brother in charge.
That senior brother, surnamed Chen, has a good appearance, and because of his gentleness and thoughtfulness in dealing with others, he has a good reputation in the inner circle.
“Okay, did the little saint take the task of collecting bamboo shoots yesterday? Let me see…”
Brother Chen smiled and took the bamboo shoots that Fang Mingjing had just dug up, but after a cursory glance, he said “ah”.
“Little Saint Son, the mission requirement is for fifteen spirit bamboo shoots, and the number here doesn’t seem to be enough.”
“Huh? Really?”
“That’s it.”
“…”
Be silent.
It didn’t take long for Fang Mingjing’s eyes to stare at the disciple in charge.
“Little Saint Son…?”
“I dug it myself.”
“I know, but after all the task—”
“I dug it myself.”
“Well.”
In the end, Senior Brother Chen compromised..
He put away the pile of things, took Fang Mingjing’s token and began to transfer accounts – this task was issued by a senior sister in the inner sect, so it’s not a problem to talk to her later.
However, after swiping the 800 contribution points of the task reward, he looked at the 6,999,999 contribution points in Fang Mingjing’s token and fell into deep thought…
He remembered the last time he submitted a task for Little Shengzi, which contained seven million and one contribution points, and the one that came out made him feel uncomfortable for several days.
And now this series of nine…
“Little Holy Son, you—”
He couldn’t help but want to say something, but Fang Mingjing was ahead of him:
“I know you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so you did it on purpose.”
“???”
Senior Brother Chen was about to suffocate on the spot.
However, after the success made him feel uncomfortable for a while, Fang Mingjing ran away directly, and he ran in front of the evil god who was waiting outside the Zixiao Temple.
“Are there any tasks to be done next?”
“No, let’s wait for Brother Chen to recover in two days.”
Fang Mingjing suddenly started doing missions in the Holy Land.
On the one hand, it’s because he has nothing to do, and on the other hand, it’s because his master Yu Qingyue taught him that he can accumulate some experience.
At this time, a white-gold stream of light suddenly appeared in the sky.
After the streamer swept across the sky menacingly, it seemed to realize that it was going too far, so it quickly turned around and flew to this side again roaring, and finally landed in front of Fang Mingjing and the evil god.
“Woof! Little Son!!!”
“emperor?”
Looking at the big dog that appeared in front of him, Fang Mingjing originally raised his hand to touch its head, but then subconsciously stopped.
Because there is nowhere to start with the bare ones…
I’m not kidding, it’s really bald, with no hair at all.
“Master finally released you?”
Fang Mingjing was a little speechless.
When he came back from the Great Yan Dynasty, Jiang Jiuge said that he would shave the emperor’s hair, but he didn’t expect him to mean the truth…
“Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, little holy son” the emperor’s voice started to sob, “I’m telling you!
Before the emperor finished speaking, the dog’s mouth seemed to be held by something, and it was shaking up and down, making a particularly funny sound.
Fang Mingjing couldn’t help but laugh.
Jiang Jiuge has a lot of free time, so it’s not surprising that he has been paying attention to this dog’s behavior.
After finally waiting for Jiang Jiuge to let the emperor go, it didn’t dare to say anything, and just turned the page.
“Wang, little saint, this is for you.” Its dog paw handed a vial to Fang Mingjing.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t know.” He answered confidently.
“Um?”
“I just went to the Danfeng Palace to find the Fourth Elder and asked him to refine the alchemy for me. In the end, he didn’t like me. I was so angry that I went to pry his alchemy room!”
Speaking of which, the emperor kept wagging his tail with a smug expression on his face, completely oblivious to Fang Mingjing’s slight step back.
“So, that’s why you peed in Old Fudan’s furnace?”
The sound falling from the sky made the emperor stiffen.
He raised his head stiffly, only to see the Fourth Elder Luo Jiefeng slowly falling from the sky, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
The emperor wanted to slip away, but he couldn’t. It was directly grabbed by the dog’s head.
“You want to grow hair pills? Well, I’ll take that pill furnace and refine it for you personally.” The fourth elder looked at the struggling emperor with a somewhat gloomy expression on his face, “When it grows out, Then use your hair to clean the alchemy furnace.”
“Wang! Luo Jiefeng, you can’t be a human being!?”.